Deals with the devil always end up bad, no matter how hard you try to set up a fair bargain. I learnt this the hard way, and now. Now I’m a monster. Everything I love so dearly has slipped through my hands; nothing is how it was supposed to be. I was supposed to have HIM. I was supposed to be happy with him. Now he's gone… and all I have left is this stupid cello. No matter how much I hate this stupid, stupid cello… I am compelled to play it for the rest of my Celestiadamned life.

I was a well off mare. I had some money, a nice house and a nice life. I also had charm, oh the number of stallions I had seduced into my bed. I could have any stallion in the world but I had my sights set on him, Caramel. He was such a handsome stallion. His rich brown locks, flowing down in curls and those amber eyes. I cannot describe  with mere words. Though I was not his type of mare. I swung from colt to colt while she preferred to stay in a steady relationship. I loved a life of luxury but yet he was content with living in a small urban apartment. I loved pop music while he preferred the sound of a cello. He didn’t know of my existence, and that drew me to him. He was something I could not have and so I wanted him so badly.

I decided the best way to get his attention was to learn how to play the piano. I know most people would have just tried talking to him or something but that just didn’t seem right to me. I wanted him to admire me, idolize me. So I tried… but I ultimately failed. Apparently I didn’t have the hands of a cellist, I had no musical talent at all.  I decided to talk to my friends about this. Of course they laughed at me, telling me I was stupid for trying but I really wanted him and the only way I could ever get her was if I knew how to play that damned piano. Then my DJ friend said something that made me think.

“Don’t you know, all those people with ‘talent’ sell their souls to the devil?” I know she was joking but what if? What if there was a chance that I could sell my soul for this musical talent. He’d have to like me now right?

I started to do as much research as possible in summoning the great demon lord himself. Of course there were loons telling me not to, bad things will happen and yaddah yaddah. I decided to hold the ritual at midnight, seemed like a good time and nopony would interrupt me. After the numerous incantations nothing happened… well nothing seemed to appear at first glance. There was something there, it wasn’t visible but I could tell it was there. So I asked to make a deal with it. It snickered and laughed but agreed. I would have musical talent and it would have my soul in exchange, all I had to do was sign the contract. Simple enough but that thing was huge, kind of like the terms and conditions I simply didn’t read it and signed at the bottom.

I’d soon learn that I should have read it. Damn was I stupid. As the demon promised, I was amazing. I had so much talent, I could read and write music and it sounded beautiful. I kindly asked the local theatre for it to open the doors and allow for me to play my beautiful yet chilling songs and surprisingly they agreed.  I remember I was so nervous on the night of my performance. Would he even be there? I couldn’t see him in the crowd; of course he wouldn’t be here I was an amateur. I played for hours and hours but to me it only seemed like a few minutes. I have to admit, it thrilled me to the bones. As I finished I simply stood up and bowed to the audience, but there was silence. Cold silence. Was what I played not good enough?  A sudden clap brought me back to reality. I looked up and I saw him.  He was the one clapping and soon others started to join him. We had a little after party and he came up and began talking to me, telling me how much he admired and enjoyed my performance.

After that night we kept in touch and talked almost every day. But as we kept talking…his voice… I could hear her getting weaker and weaker by the days. Then stories kept coming up that ponies started dropping like flies, ponies that went to watch me play. This kept happening and I couldn’t do anything about it. I hoped desperately that what was happening to Caramel wasn’t my fault, that it wasn’t what happened to the others. But alas, the poor colt died in his sleep. Doctors didn’t find anything wrong with him and they’re not sure about the cause. They simply say he just fell asleep and didn’t wake up. I was devastated and I still am. The one I loved. I finally got him in my grasp and she just… disappeared.

I decided to confront this damn demon. I’d make him tell me what the hay was going on. So I summoned him.

“Somebody didn’t read the contract fully huh?” The thing just laughed at my misery. But it was right, I didn’t read it properly, I didn’t read it at all. I asked to see the contract and it happily obliged. I read the whole thing this time and that’s when I noticed it. I hereby give the client amazing musical talent but the music that he creates will bring misfortune to all those who listen, including death. I was the cause of her death… it was me. I wanted to stop playing any cello; I didn’t want anyone else to suffer under my hands.

And so if you ever wander around an empty theatre and see on stage a lonely cellist sitting at his cello playing beautiful but chilling music; cover your ears and calmly walk out. Do not say a word and do not listen to a full song or you’ll just end up like the rest of them, dead.