Author's Note: Um, well, this is really random. This is about Diablo and Raphael. I'm sure it is in other languages, too, but did you know that Diablo means Devil in Italian and Spanish? That and the part where Raphael steals Diablo back inspired me to write this. I doubt that it is any good, but feedback would be much loved. I put this as friendship - I mean the friendship between horse and rider.
"He loves me because he knows when he asks, I'll set him free." Raphael.
Diablo the Devil and his Demon Rider
Lightning stabbed the sky, thunder crashed against the midnight still. Jagged outcroppings made of white granite thrust themselves over the dark plain. An obsidian horse stood on those rocks – black against white, yin and yang. The black-as-night etheral creature reared up on its powerful haunches and lashed out at the storm and rain with his shining hooves. His black eyes glinted with the crazed yearning for freedom in a swiftly shrinking world.
Upon the noble equine's back sat a rider, clothed in all in dark hues, the exact color indistinguishable against the murky darkness. His raven's hair flew from his head at insane angles. Sharp black pupils against white eyes skimmed the blank plain as the lightning threw itself upon the earth.
The steed snorted, white smoke expelled through his nostrils and tossed his midnight mane and glared at the darkling sky.
Slowly the whispering winds gained speed and thrashed around, gathering grass and dirt. They flung themselves at the horse and human and their hair blew into black dust with the wind. Their bodies faded and blew away after their hair until no more remained of Diablo the Devil and his Demon Rider.