“Damnit Virgil, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Oh, I was feeling a little lonely so I decided to drop in on an old friend. Lucky for me it seems you were feeling the same way.”

“You do remember what I said would happen if I ever caught you or any of your little friends around here, right?”

“Yes, yes. ‘Rip out one of my ribs, sharpen it up, and refashion it as a strap-on for vicious anal penetration’,” he recites in a bored tone. “I still say you need work on your threats. You’d do well to add some intestinal fucking. Or maybe testicular torture is more your style.”

Hellfire burns in my groan. “What do you want Virgil? If it has anything to do with gems or bits then I just might take you up on that testicular torture suggestion.”

His grin turns sharp. “Well, I was just strolling the streets of the city, admiring the pockets of some wealthy pricks, when suddenly I overhear them talking about a certain 'monster' attacking a certain 'Princess'.” He leans in closer to me, being as dramatic as possible. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe you may have had a visitor to this town of a similar nature?”

My gaze hardens. “Do you know something about that?”

“I could... maybe... who knows really?” He shrugs and move towards my bedroom window. “Would you care to join me for a walk? I'm still wary of Luna's new headship, but her night is just as beautiful as ever.”

I roll my eyes and unfurl my demonic wings in reply, or at least what’s left of them.

“Um, yeah about that. I had a bit of a run in with some Hellhounds earlier today, so I'm not really in any condition to fly," I state, flapping my stump of a wing.

He shakes his head and chuckles. “Will there ever be a time I can turn my back on you and not have a catastrophe occur behind me?”

“Probably sometime after the world ends.”

He gets a big toothy smirk as he climbs out my window, scaling up to the roof. I shake off what little sleepiness I had in me and make my way to the window. Long sharp claws extend an inviting hand towards me, and I accept it cordially. I’m hoisted up into the air and placed onto a rigid scaly back. Virgil’s massive wings unfold into a canopy of darkness that shades the moonlit ground.

I wrap my hooves around his neck and peek over his head, staring out over the expanse of the town. “Brings back old memories.”

“Yes, I distinctly remember you vomiting all over me several minutes after take off.”

“We all had to start somewhere, Virgil,” I counter.

He chuckles in that deep scratchy voice of his, before flapping his wings with demonic strength and ascending high above the clouds. We glide over a sea of soft winds and clouds that reflect moonlight. I’ve always loved being in the night sky. Feeling the cool, thin air blow through my mane, the empty kiss of clouds on my cheeks, and the faint light of stars dancing on my skin. It's like I'm right at home.

We sail through the clouds for a few seamless minutes, when Virgil tucks in his wings and we drop from the sky like a stone sinking into the ocean. The fall lasts several moments, until we shoot out from beneath the clouds and Virgil stretches his wings out to slow us into a soft glide.

Below us I see the trees of Everfree, passing us by like a moving colony of ants, and ahead of us...The Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters? Yes, that's it, Virgil is taking me to Celestia and Luna's old home. I guess it's no surprise; Virgil was always one for history. I wonder what he has planned?

We glide over the ruined structures and leaning towers before Virgil swoops downward and lands on the spire of the keep, perching himself on the edge like a grinning gargoyle. I slide down his back and join him at the edge of the tower, looking down on the crumbling stone walls and shadow covered grass.

He takes in a deep, content breath and asks, “Do you come here often?”

“I’ve visited before, but I can’t say I’m too familiar with the place.”

“Pity, if I lived out here I’d probably walk through every night,” he states with a chuckle. “To think: a millennium ago, this is the spot where Nightmare Moon came into being.”

I roll my eyes. “I never did truly understand why demons have such high respect for Nightmare Moon. I know she rebelled against Celestia and all, but there’s dozens of other baddies who did exactly the same, with equally as much success. Why does she get so much attention?”

Virgil grins before standing up and walking across the roof of the building. “‘Respect’ is probably the wrong word to use. It’s much more of sympathy that we hold for dear Nightmare Moon, and if you think about it for a second then it shouldn’t seem all that surprising. A highly respected being, second in command to a powerful entity that rules sovereignly over all the land, who in a jealous fit of anger rebels and fights against her former master, and then ends up casted out of her home and takes on a name feared by all creatures. Does that tale not sound familiar to you?”

It strikes me pretty hard. “Now that I think about it I guess Luna and Lucifer would have a lot to talk about, although I don’t see why demons would sympathize with her like that, or at least I don’t see how most demons would give sympathy in general.”

“Given a worthy cause, even the most vile of monsters can feel like regular creatures. I’d have thought you would know that better than anyone.”

“I do, but I also know how twisted some demons can get.”

“True enough, but there are other reasons why Nightmare Moon is given so much love.” Virgil approaches the far edge of the tower, and then leans forward and digs his claws into the stone beneath him, sliding down onto a balcony below. “Did you ever hear of what they found in the catacombs of this castle after that little event?”

“I’ve heard rumors,” I call down from the roof. “Apparently Luna had a thing for blood rituals, right?”

Virgil grins. “Long ago you could still see scorch marks burned into the ground down there, where so much demonic energy had been summoned up. In my younger years, I actually stumbled upon a corpse buried underneath one of the floor tiles.”

I jump from the rooftop, landing next to him on the balcony with the grace of a swan. “I never knew you were old enough to have actually witnessed the fall of Nightmare Moon.”

“Heh, I wish. I’m not that old. If I had three hundred more years on me than I would’ve been that old. No, I was cursed into having to sort through the remnants of the event, sifting through the sands of time to find whatever weathered artifacts that wash up on its shore.” He tops off the melodrama by putting a hand to his forehead, before turning to me with a great big smile. “But tonight, we get to reenact those long forgotten rituals. Tonight this castle will come alive once more with the fury of Hell's voice.”

I shoot him a wry glance. “What do you mean?”

“Why don’t you come inside and find out.” He walks to the large double door of the balcony, leading inside the tower. “I’ve taken the liberty to set up a little surprise for you before hand. Care to take a look?”

He gestures me inside like a friendly doorman. I smile playfully at him, and trot my way in. It’s dark when I enter and hard to see, but before I can use my enhanced senses to see clearly, Virgil lights a row of candles with a single breath of fire. I must admit I can’t help but smile at his surprise.

In the center of the room lies a wide eyed grey colored stallion with a wild black mane, bound with rope and whimpering pathetically through a ball gag in his mouth. He sits in the middle of an inverted pentacle that’s been drawn with what smells like goat blood. Black candles rest on each point of the star, and demonic runes dot the areas outside the circle.

I glance back at Vigil with a huge grin on my face. “Oh Virgil, I fucking love you sometimes. What did you get me this time? Actually wait, let me see for myself.”

I walk up to the entrapped stallion, who looks at me with a mixture of confusion and terror in his eyes. I stare at him for a second, before taking my sharpened hoof and dragging it across the side of his cheek. He yelps sharply, and I bring the bloody tip of my hoof to my lips and softly lap at it like an ice cream cone.

“Lets see here, ah, murder. Lots and lots of murder. Oh and he’s got a few rapes, some theft, a little deceit, some fraud, and… is that necrophilia I taste?” I look at him with a cocked eye, but then shrug my shoulders. “Eh, whatever, not like I haven’t appreciated the beauty of death before.”

“All to your liking then, Sweetie?” Virgil asks.

“Oh, all to my liking and more.”

“Good, because it gets even better.”

He reaches behind some old furniture in the corner and pulls out a large metal suitcase. He lays it down on a table against the wall and neatly opens it up. I take a look at the contents inside and feel my wings flare upward.

“Aww, you remembered my favorite means of rape,” I say with a squeak in my voice.

I look again at the vicious strap-ons inside. The insertion end of each one is made of steel, with jagged spikes and razors jutting out of them. I put a hoof to my chin as I look over my selection. “There’s so many I can barely think of what to choose.”

“Well that depends on what sort of damage you want to do,” Virgil states, reaching in and pulling out one of the torture toys. “This one here was modeled after a tool the Gryphons use to gut fish. Notice how the spikes are curved back so when you pull out you’re actually going to rip chunks of flesh out of there. Of course if you want something more slow and painful then you can always go with the cheese grater, guaranteed to slice any rectum to slithers in a matter of seconds.”

“What about that weird looking one near the top?”

“Ah, you have a good eye. This one’s known as ‘The Corkscrew.’ You’ll notice that it's extra long and the little groves here are edged with razors, designed to drill in there as deep as possible. Plus, it comes with a special feature.”

Virgil jiggles the rubber end of the toy, and suddenly the metal end begins to spin rapidly. Our captive has apparently been paying attention, because it’s at this moment that he lets out a muffled scream. He thrashes around trying to get free, but Virgil always knows how to make good bindings. No way in hell he’s gonna break loose from there.

“I think our guest quite likes this one Virgil,” I taunt.

“Yes, I believe he does. How about it sir, would like to be violated repeatedly and violently with this thing?” The stallion shrieks hysterically, shaking his head in protest. “Very well, corkscrew it is. Have at it, Sweetie.”

I take the sinister tool in hoof and slip it around my legs. The rubber end slides into my privates with ease, inciting a pleasured moan in response. I stroll up to our captive, staring him down with lustful bedroom eyes. He’s not as excited as I am to begin. His body shakes like a frightened little foal. I chuckle at his plight, and run my hoof along his sweating body as I make my way to his rear. I brush his tense tail out of the way, and then position the toy against his entrance.

My gift stallion whimpers silently, and I hear the faint sound of tears hitting the floor. I lean my self against his back and whisper, “Not to worry sir, I’ll go easy the first round.”

I then proceed to ram the metal dick up his ass so hard I think that I actually break something. Well, he’s certainly screaming like I did, anyway. The spinning of the steel end gyrates my vagina, mixed in with the agonized cries of the stallion and the feeling of warm blood running down my thighs, and the sensation drives me wild.

“Ooooooh, yeeeeaaaah.” I melt against him, releasing a blissful sigh as I fall into the motions of pumping in and out of him, forcing a pained shriek out of him each time.

“I see you rather like my present.” Virgil grins at me with that toothy smile of his.

My breath quivers as I attempt to formulate a reply. “Oh Virgil, you may drop in at the worst of times... ungh, but damn do you know how to make a girl happy. You know what would make this moment just perfect though, is if you shared with me that little tidbit about the recent demon infestation you mentioned earlier.” The casual tone of our conversation is quite a contrast to the muffled wails of agony beneath me. The poor stallion is flopping around like a gutted fish, which probably isn’t too odd an analogy, judging by the amount of blood squishing on my thighs at every thrust. Grinning, I give his rump a firm slap. “Come on sir, get with it. I’m only getting started.”

Virgil’s eyes close but his grin remains as sharp as ever. “Always so eager to get down to business. Very well, but first you need to guess his name. The guy is actually a little famous. You might be surprised to hear who he is.”

I roll my eyes as I wipe the sweat out of them. “You know I’m not that familiar with famous demons Virgil.”

“Oh, but you should know this one. Hell, I’m sure even the mortals would be familiar with his name, he’s a bit of a big shot in Tartarus.”

“That famous, huh?” I respond with grunt, the pressure in my loins growing intense. Damn, I’m already getting close. “Well, forgive me if... oh, f-fuck yeah... if I’m unable to come up with anything.”

“Come on, you’re not even gonna try to play along?”

“Fine, Mephistopheles? Legion? Dagoth Ur? Come on, that’s practically half the celebrities I know of.”

“Maybe you’re right, maybe I shouldn’t have expected you to know his name,” he states in a bored tone. “I mean, really thinking about it he isn’t all that famous, just some little guy who goes by the name of Asmodeus.”

My body freezes in mid hump, mere seconds away from climax. My neck moves like paste as I look up at Virgil, staring at him with wide disbelieving eyes. “A...Asmodeus? You mean the Asmodeus? Crown Prince of Lust Asmodeus?”

“The very one.”

I stare at him motionless for a time, my brain sluggishly processing the information, letting it settle deep in my mind, and still not believing it.

“You’re bullshitting me. Seriously, do not bullshit me Virgil. Getting played with makes me fucking angry, and you know what I don’t handle anger well!” I resume thrusting into the captive again, causing blood to squirt up between my legs and forcing out more sobbing cries of pain.

“Oh, but I’m not bullshitting you Sweetie, I speak the truth. Every demon from here to Saddle Arabia is talking about it. Asmodeus just broke out of Tartarus, and then immediately up and flew to Canterlot to assault the Sun Princess. It’s got everyone in a stupor.”

“But why? Ah- it makes no sense.” The pressure builds up again, and it becomes obvious in my voice. I’m gonna cum in a second. “From what I heard- uh, Asmodeus just lounged around in hell, indulging in his own sin, oh yes!” I speed up my thrusting, my lower half now drenched in blood.

“He was at the very least. I saw him once.” Virgil leans against the wall as he recalls. “Lucky bastard! Had a temple set up in hell made of solid gold, the whole fucking temple! He sat up there all day, hosting orgies of all sorts, every kind of sexual depravity you can possibly imagine was present. It was the biggest sex party I’ve ever seen in my life, probably the biggest one I’ll ever see.”

“And now you’re telling me-oh-that he left all of that just to... nrgh, just to bitch slap Celestia a few timesssssss, oh fuck yeah!” My orgasm hits hard. My hips spasm as waves of heavenly pleasure course through me. I grind myself hard against my captive’s ass, driving the drilling dildo further into his violated body. and my voice is lost in a sea of bliss. My time in paradise lasts a short while, then I collapse on my victims back, breathing a content sigh as the strap-on continues to turn inside my victim's anus.

Virgil chuckles, “Do you know that you squeak when you orgasim? It’s kinda cute actually.” I’m too lost to give even a proper eye roll. “To answer your question though, yes, and no one really knows why he left all of a sudden. Only thing I can tell is that he didn’t really care much for our good Sun princess’s headship.”

“Is there any demon out there who does?” I reply dryly. Once I’ve gathered my breath I pull out from my victim, the drill still spinning and splattering blood everywhere. My gift sobs out his anguish, his tears and saliva mixing on the floor in front of him. I lean down to examine the damage I’ve caused. It’s like a bleeding rose, cuts spiral deep into grayish-red skin, forming fleshy petals wrapped intricately together to form a lovely flower.

I find its look so pleasing that I can’t help but lean closer, sniffing, and even licking the sensitive plant. Blood runs across my tongue, like some sweet nectar. The whimpers he makes brings a smile to my face. I can’t help but notice however, one little detail that irks my mind.

“My, my, I sure did make a mess in all that excitement. This new toy of mine must have gotten two coats of blood. This just won’t do. Somepony is gonna have to clean this up, wouldn’t you say so, Virgil?”

“Oh, I do believe so, my dear,” he says with a grin. “What’s that? Why yes, that would be wonderful. Sweetie Belle, I believe our new friend here just volunteered to help you with this problem.”

“Is that true, my little pet?” I walk around to the stallion’s petrified face. He shakes his head desperately and screams through his gag, moving his jaw like he’s trying to chew through it. I only chuckles, before taking his face in my hoof, and forcing his sobbing eyes to meet mine.

“Now here’s how it’s going to work; I’m going to take this gag off, and you’re going to put this in it’s place.” I push myself up on his shoulders to level the metal dildo to his face. “Say one word, and I’ll jam this down your throat. Leave any blood on this, and I’ll jam it down your throat. Do anything that agitates me or just puts me in a bad mood, and I’ll jam it down your throat. Do we understand each other?”

I glare down into his eyes with so much malice in mine. Horror floods his pupils, dark voids of awful understanding, the vain urge of survival. He takes a moment to calm his whimpering, and then nods his head.

I’m content enough with the response, and proceed to undo the tightened straps on his neck. The ball gag clatters to the floor, allowing him a few blessed moments of easy breath. It’s a brief comfort that dies the instant he turns his attention to the demand I’ve given him.

“Brief reminder, you may want to be gentle with this baby, after all…” I push down briefly on the dick, causing the drill to spin rapidly and spray blood everywhere. “It’ll probably bite back if you’re too rough with it.”

The grimace he makes causes me to laugh. He looks like he’s going to break down again, but just when I think I’ll have to force the deed he composes himself, and turns back to the metal prick with pale eyes. He lowers his head the same way a worm would come up from a tunnel: slowly, and in constant fear of being devoured. I’m guessing the smell of blood mixed with ass has finally reached his nose; it would certainly explain the expression on his face. He turns his his head and gags, but after a moment turns back again. His bottom lip trembles when he opens his mouth. He hesitates just inches away from the goal, drops of blood falling inches away from his tongue. It looks like he might be having second thoughts, but after he takes a look up into my sadistic eyes, he sucks in his courage and slides his lips gently around the metal cock.

The soft sucking motions barely register in my senses, but it’s the show that I’m really enjoying. The blood acts like a lubricant that makes the metal slippery, and easy to cut himself on. Tears fall down his eyes again, tortured emotion, further tainted in blood and other fluids. I’m surprised that he manages to keep the drill so still, and prevents it from performing the sexiest root canal in recorded history. It’s a bit of a disappointment, but by no means degrades my amazement when he pulls his lips off a sparkling clean dick.

I see him hunch his head down, but my hoof goes around his throat before he gets too far. “What do you think you’re doing? You don’t seriously think I’m gonna let you spit that out, do you?”

My voice has that ring of demonic presence that can make anyone do what I say. It’s no exception here. The stallion looks at me silently begging mercy, my tightening grip is all the answer he needs. With tearful eyes he forces down the vile concoction of bodily fluids. He gags as it goes down, but manages to hold it in.

He breathes out several quivering breaths, before finally stating in a raspy voice, “Why are you doing this?”

My lips form a grin, but my eyes are full of wrath and anger. “Now isn’t this just the definition of irony. I wonder how many mares asked you that same question as you stood over them the same way, smiling down on them the same way I am. Tell me, do you remember just how many woman you’ve raped in the past year alone?”

His lips are motionless, his face frozen in a single expression of terror. He turns his head, refusing me eye contact. Words tremble in his mouth. “I-I-I d-d-d-d-don’t even know what you’re t-t-talking about.”

“Did you just lie to me? You really shouldn’t lie to me sir. Liars tend to lose their ability to lie around me.” Our mouths grow closer to each other. I smile tenderly at him, displaying my razor sharp teeth in the process. “Slowly.”

His scream allows me to put my mouth on his. I bite down on several teeth and bend them back, tearing them out by the roots and causing blood to gush up from the gums. The echoing rip of his teeth harmonizes sweetly with his pained shrieks. I roll the teeth around in my mouth a bit like three balls of gum, before I spit them out before the whaling stallion.

“Don’t even bother trying to hide anything sir, because I already know it all. Your blood tells me everything about you, both the good and bad. I know all your sick secrets, I know that you love death, and I mean love death. You see a corpse, and can’t help but get excited can you. You love the feeling of blood on your skin, and the screams of innocent mares drives you wild, doesn’t it?”

“But why all this? If you hate me so much then just kill me! How could I deserve all this?"

My mock kindness turns to righteous anger. "How could you deserve this? Tell me, what made you think that those mares you killed deserved their fate? What made you think all of their children deserved to be made orphans?"

He goes silent. His lips tremble in some attempt to answer, but words never leave them.

"Well? Answer me damnit! I want to know what the fuck you were thinking when you killed those mares? Did you just not care, did you try to justify it to yourself? What was going through your head?"

He shuts his eyes and answers in a whimper. "Th-they were-they were prostitutes. I just thought...

"Oh that's it then." I spit in his face, right in his bleeding gums. "You think just because their whores that makes them any less of ponies? You think you can just use them to whatever you please. Well if that's the case then maybe I should use you to whatever I please. After all you're nothing but a stupid arrogant mortal. Thousands of you die every day. What's one more gonna do?"

"You see there's only one difference between you and me. When you kill the only satisfaction you get is what comes from watching a helpless mare choke to death on her own blood, and while I won't deny just how much a love making creatures like you suffer, there's also another satisfaction I get from killing you, and you know what it is?" I lean in next to his ear, feeling the tense vibration of fear, and whisper sternly, "It's that in making you suffer, I've stopped so much worse."

I turn my head down and look right into his eyes, glaring into two pits of sorrow and pain. "When you die, there'll never be another mare that'll suffer under your hooves. There'll never be another foal who'll lose a parent because of you. All the damage you would've caused will never happen. You'll just fade from existence all together, like a vapor a smoke. That is a thought that brings me more joy than you could imagine."

He doesn't respond, not one words comes from his mouth. He simply lowers his head and begins to cry. I finally feel my smile coming back. "If it's any consolation, I'm not entirely without empathy. In a way, I can understand what you deal with. Having that urge, that constant need to feed off other's misery, to gain pleasure from their pain, it's torture I know. And for that you're condemned to hell for all eternity. In a way, I almost feel sorry for you."

“Perhaps you should accompany him to hell then, if you pity the murderer so much.”

The weight of my annoyance could crush mountains. “Really Virgil, you’re gonna start this shit up now?”

My dragon friend shrugs himself off the wall and towers over me. “I’ll stop bitching about it when you finally learn it. Sinners are nothing to pity. Remember what demons were made to do, Sweetie. We are tormentors, and so long as we remain on this mortal plain we are the gateways to hell. Through us runs the way of the lost, through us runs eternal pain, through us runs the path of the suffering city. There is no higher wisdom or primal love that guides our actions. We only exist to end all hope of those who pass through us.”

He stares down at my victim, not just with anger, but genuine hatred. He kneels down to him and stares him in the face. “Do you know what truly separates us from you? It’s not that you’re somehow just a little less moral than us, oh no. It’s because unlike you we never chose to be like this. Our father’s made that choice millennia ago, and we inherited their curse. You, on the other hand, made a conscious decision to do this. You took the inheritance of your kind and squandered it away on whatever sick desire you wanted.”

The stallion is twice as scared of Virgil then he is of me. He pushes against the restraints as if to back away from him and begins hyperventilating. Virgil grabs the back of his neck and brings his head closer until it presses against his own, and they stare at each other eye-to-eye. “Do you have any idea what you’ve thrown away, what you’re about to face because of it? If you did you’d be praying for this moment to last forever. You’d sell your soul just to become our personal sex slave and have us violate you like this every night. You can’t even imagine what those first few seconds in hell are like, much less every day, every moment from then on out. Endless pain, endless suffering, with no reprieve, no rest at all. Every waking moment of your life will be misery and agony, on and on, forever and ever. There will be no end for your pain!”

The stallion broke down half way through this tirade, and by the end of it he’s sobbing in loud convulsive bursts. Virgil is without pity. “Tragic, how everyone always waits until death is staring them in the face, to think of what comes next.”

“That’s enough Virgil!” I shout.

He turns to me with bared teeth, “Enough of what? Showing him how much of a fool he has been, that he’s going to endure more than he can even conceive of because of it? Give me one reason why I should stop.”

“Because,” I state getting right in his face. “You gave this stallion to me. That means I get to decide what to do with him! And right now, I think that I’m so impressed by how much pain he’s been able to endure so far, that I might just grant him one last request.”

Virgil roars in my face and I release a demonic scream in return. Glass windows shatter, and the room vibrates from the sound waves. We stand for a minute in defensive pose, staring each other down like two wolves fighting for control of the pack. Seconds pass, and eventually Virgil sees that my minds made up, and that it’s not worth fighting over. With disgruntled growl, he relaxes his stance and spits at the stallion, who has just been staring in horror this whole time.

“You’d better enjoy this mortal, because it’ll be the last form of pleasure you’ll ever receive.” He skulks to the back of the room and leans against the wall.

I simply grunt at his behavior and turn back to the stallion. “You’ll have to excuse him, he can get a bit short with these rituals. Have I introduced myself to you? How rude of me. My name is Sweetie Belle, and as you’ve probably guessed by now I’m a demon, a succubus to be precise. You do know what that is, don’t you?”

The stallion whimpers in pain, just managing to shake his head.

“Well basically, it’s a female sex demon, who lures men away with her charming good looks, and murders them after what can only be called the best intercourse they’ll ever experience in their life. Now normally with ponies like you, I try not allow too much pleasure on the receiving end, but tonight you’ll be getting a special treat. Name one sexual act, any lustful desire you may have, and I’ll grant it for you.”

He doesn’t seem too quick to take me up on my offer. I roll my eyes. “And I promise you, this isn’t a trick. There’ll be no rape or torture involved, just you, me, and the best sex you’ll ever have. Hell, if you’re so keen on necrophilia just ask. You wouldn’t believe the things you could do with a Manticore head.”

He becomes a little more comfortable, or at least as comfortable as one can get while their tied down with multiple open wounds, knowing full well they’re about to die and that things are probably not going to get any better after that. It doesn’t stop him from taking my offer however, guess if you’re gonna die then you should live up all the life you have left.

He inhales a deep breath and says in a raspy voice, “A blowjob, would be nice.”

I smile at him, and begin to hide my demonic features. My eyes go back to normal, my teeth flatten out, and my horns and wings vanish in a flash of fire. I look like a regular, cute little filly.

“Blowjob it is. Fair warning though, just because I need to untie you to do this doesn’t mean you should run. We can both move pretty fast, so I’d advise against doing anything to ruin the moment.”

One look in his eye is enough to see he gets the message. I circle around him, cutting the bonds that hold him to the floor. His limbs move like rusty gears, spreading out over the floor. He sighs for a moment, then I turn him over on his back and smile at him between his legs. His cheeks turn red, and he stutters. “Wait, I don’t… I mean… well…”

I give him a weird glance, before realizing the problem. “I see, bad enough to make love to a corpse but too good to fuck a filly. Well don’t worry about it. If I was a child then you might have something to worry about.” I run my hooves through my mane, conjuring the long black goat horns to my head. “But as you’ve seen, I’m quite clearly a monster.”

Without saying another word a lean down and place a gentle kiss on his genitals. It coaxes the organ to arousal and sends a soft moan from his mouth. I continue teasing him, pecking his dick with soft wet lips until it stands straight up like a saluting soldier. I give it a few slow licks that run the entire length of the shaft. This elicits more pleasured noises from the stallion who now closes his eyes and rests his head against the floor, simply relaxing as I do my work. With his organ about as hard as it can get I open my mouth wide and take it into my mouth.

He gasps loudly and his whole body shivers. Glad to see he’s enjoying it, yet the moment feels a little marred by the set of dragon eyes constantly glaring at me from the opposing wall. Honestly, fuck Virgil. He’s known me for five years now, he should’ve fucking learned how I feel about hell. I’m no stranger to the subject. Hell, I’ve even joked about it at times, but even then it’s usually just a short quip about how I sympathize for the poor bastards down there. Whenever I stop and really think about it though, contemplate the concept that there are literally millions of ponies suffering in agony below my hooves at this very moment… I get a really sick feeling in my stomach. I can deal with rape, torture, and cannibalism, almost everything you’d find in hell, but add forever and ever to it and it’s just too much. No pony deserves that, no matter what they’ve done. It’s probably the only thing left that can truly disturb me.

Not that I’ve ever been to hell mind you, but I’ve heard enough stories to make my blood run cold, more than half of which were told to me by a certain dragon demon standing right across from me. Yet, having witnessed all of it first hand he still chooses to mock his victims about it.

This is why I kind of hate my own species.

The stallion’s breathing becomes heavy and his moans grow in intensity. I can tell he’s getting close. I swirl my tongue all along his member and then take in the entire length of it until my chin is touching his balls. This sets him over the edge, and he cums into my mouth. Splashes of dense liquid pelt the back of my throat, and I swallow it all, ingesting it with one hard gulp.

The stallion sees this and moans softly. He sets his head against the floor, and lies limp with a large smile across his face. He chuckles a little, only to open in his eyes and see Virgil standing over him. It takes him less than a second to remember his predicament, then he flips.

He screams and tries to flee for the door, but Virgil’s hand is swift and more than strong enough to hold him. He grabs him by the throat and pins him to the ground, holding him as he flails about. “Please! Please don’t do this! I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll never go near another mare again!”

He’s sobbing again, his eyes pleading for mercy, but Virgil has none. “You’re opportunity for repentance ended the moment you fell into our hands. Sweetie Belle, are you ready to end this?”

I stare at the floundering stallion a minute, scorning my own mind against thinking of what awaits him after death. I always have trouble killing when I have that thought stuck in my head. If I keep it down and drown it out I’ll do just fine, but if it’s the forefront of my mind the whole experience will be ruined for me. Damnit Virgil, why did you have bring it up?

“Sweetie Belle?”

I breath in a deep sigh and tell my moral qualms to fuck off. “Yeah, I’m ready Virgil. Let’s eat this bitch.”

The stallion shrieks loudly at this, but words are choked by Virgil’s claws. I hold his back legs down, while Virgil pins his throat with one hand and begins carving an inverted pentacle into his chest with the other.

Virgil smirks at me upon it’s completion. “Shall we say a prayer, before dinner?”

“Oh by all means, be my guest,” I reply.

He chuckles evilly before pushing his claw deep into the stallion's chest, right in the center of the pentacle. Over the victim’s choked scream, Virgil whispers, “Oh great and powerful Lords of the abyss, bless this meal which we are about to consume. May the blood of this lost child nourish us, and may the fires of hell burn till the gates of heaven come crashing down.”

“Amen,” I finish.

Upon finishing this dark grace our power goes wild. Our minds are thrown into a frenzy that gives us an unstoppable libedo for blood. The stallion can only manage a panicked scream, before me and Virgil tear into his chest, ripping the rib cage open and eating the meaty organs within. The stallion squirms and writhes a moment in agony to great to be expressed. Blood flies everywhere, splattering my face, hooves, and the area around us. His desperate struggles only last a few moments, until his movements become weak and his cries less often. Finally the back of his head hits the floor and he stops all movement completely.

Our victim is dead, but our feast doesn’t slow down. Me and Virgil devour the carcase, drinking the blood, snapping bones, and scarfing whole limbs down. The smell of death and blood fills my nostrils, tainting them with it’s pleasingly vile scent. I’m getting aroused. With each taste of the salty red liquid, with every splash of it against my skin, my desires intensify. I look up Virgil, but he’s three steps ahead of me. He crawls over the body to me, giving me only time to open my mouth as he place his forked tongue inside, a meaty chunk of flesh still in his teeth. It’s less of a make out session and more of a violent wrestling match. We rip at each other’s skin adding our own blood to the mix on the floor, and our jaws battle for dominance. I put up a valiant fight, but demonic blood mixed with a dragon is just too strong a combination to beat. He pins me beneath him, but I still smile as he enters into me.

From there the night continues in a blinding whirl of sinful delight. We get drunk on the spilt blood, and fuck each other until our privates are sore. By the time we’re finished the decimated squishy mass of red that was once the body of a stallion is completely unrecognizable. Bones have been snapped and the marrow sucked out. What organs we didn’t eat are sprawled out on the floor, small floods of white liquid leaking out of them. The head has been completely severed and skinned, now nothing but a bloody skull with a pair of eyeballs that stare at me in horror, like he could still witness everything we had done to him even after death. Poor bastards probably seeing far worse things by now.

No, Sweetie Belle, don’t think about that now. You’re just going to spoil the mood again.

Taking my own advice I simply relax face down in the pool of blood and semen, shivering as Virgil continues to thrust into me. I cum once again and breath out a content sigh. Virgil finishes shortly after, moaning with pleasure before pulling out and falling to the ground behind me.

We lay a moment catching our breaths. I stretch out my back and turn over to look at him. “All in all, this was a good night.”

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Virgil states with a grin.

I smile back at him before looking down in the waves of blood. The dark liquid reflects a darker image, the still visible horns on my head, dripping red into my mane. I sigh as I place a jet black hoof to the reflection, sending ripples through the blood.

“Asmodeus, huh? Never thought I’d see the day when a Prince of Hell stepped back onto mortal soil.”

“You and me both, and I’ve actually seen the bastard. Didn’t think anything would drag him out of that temple.”

“Why Asmodeus of all demons though?”

Virgil looks at me with a cocked eye. “You always did have a certain fascination with Asmodeus, didn’t you. I know you’re a lust demon, after all, but I still don’t get the interest.”

“Aren’t you curious what it’d be like if you were born a few thousand years earlier? What you’d be doing if we were still at war?”

Virgil scoffs at this. “Maybe back when I was young, but give it a few hundred years and curiosity will wear thin. All I know is that this is the time that I live in, and all that matters is the now. I hold no interest in Mammon because in this time he has no authority over the greed demons, so why should I care?”

“I guess it really doesn’t matter today,” I admit with a sigh. “Still, it’s a weird knowing my patron demon was the one who attacked Celestia. It’s even stranger that his forces are scouting Ponyville of all places.”

“What do you mean ‘scouting Ponyville’?”

“There’s been a lot of demonic activity since he came through. Spirit demons passing through, dead rising from their graves to be chased down by hellhounds. I know it sounds weird, but for some reason it looks like Asmodeus is searching around Ponyville for some reason.”

“I highly doubt that.”

I look at him with crooked eyes. “What else could it be? One of the Demonic Princes nearly assassinated Princess Celestia. If that’s not a declaration of war I don’t know what is.”

“True, but there’s something else about Asmodeus’s return that I came to tell you.” My heart freezes at the look he gives me. There’s not a hint of humor in it, he’s completely serious, one of the rarest looks he ever puts on. “You see, when Asmodeus broke out of hell, he didn’t just slip by the underworld’s defenses. He completely destroyed them. He pretty much just blew through everything in his path until he was out. Not even Cerberus was spared in the massacre.”

I'm silent. The whole room is silent. I can hear the swishing of blood as I turn to face Virgil that's how silent it is. I stare at him with a frozen face for a moment, before I can find words to speak. "He... He destroyed the defenses of hell?"

"Every gate, every sentry, every guardian. From the seventh circle on up everything is gone."

"Bu-But how? That shouldn't even be possible, even for a Crown Prince of Hell. Lucifer himself always had problems getting by those defenses."

"That's why everyone is talking about it," Virgil responds. "Nothing like this has ever happened before, not once since the beginning of creation. Entire armies of demons have tried but never accomplished anything on this scale before. Now, it appears Asmodeus suddenly decided to single handedly storm hell's defenses and succeeded where countless others have failed. No one knows how he did it either, that's what has everyone in a frenzy."

“Wait a minute, wait a minute," I say rapidly. "So what you're telling me… is that hell's defenses are down, and now there is nothing keeping all those creatures inside of hades from escaping?”

“Well, like I said, everything from the seventh circle on up has been decimated. But yeah, the entrance to hell might as well be a revolving glass door at this moment."

My mind slowly shuts down as this information sinks in. Everything from the seventh circle on up? That means murderers, rapists, even cannibals could be getting loose right now, along with all the demons who’ve been tormenting them. In other words, Hell has quite literally broken loose, and there’s nothing to stop even more from coming out.

I look back at Virgil my mouth hanging open. “How long do think it’ll be before the defenses get back up?”

“It’s really for anyone to say. I know Cerberus will probably be kicking again within a few days, once he’s made the journey from the seventh circle up to the entrance. As for the gates, and the guardians set to protect them, that’ll be a few weeks.”

Which means anything with a working pair of hooves could walk out of Hell and into Equestria. Fuck, this is bad. Depending on how many are loose, it could be total anarchy in Equestria, or a second Armageddon. And with a Prince of Hell running around, planning Luna knows what, it's only a matter of time before all of Equestria collapses.

“I’m gonna really need to prepare, if I have any chance of survival,” I state, rubbing my temples.

“You know you could always come with me back to Los Pegasus,” Virgil offers. “It may have been awhile, but there’s still a few guys down there who remember you, remember what you did. I’m sure they’d be glad to house a celebrity.”

I crack a smile in his direction. “Thanks, but I live here now. It may be a little quiet, but I have friends here, friends that won’t stab me in the back at the drop of a hat.”

“Perhaps, but that’s the thing about lies. They say they’re like masks, but really they’re more like makeup: paper thin and degrades over time. How long do you think it’ll be before they find out that you’re much more than an innocent little filly?”

“Whenever I’m drenched in more blood than I can wash off,” I state bleakly. “Until then though I’m staying put. Even if they won’t accept what I am, I can at least know without a doubt they’ll accept me, unlike how it was in Los Pegasus.”

“You really believe it’s that different out here?” Virgil shoots an chastising glance. “Come now Sweetie Belle, you’ve seen far too much in your short life to believe there isn’t a demon in all of us.”

“Maybe, but at least here it’s not all they are.”

“That’ll change the moment hellspawn starts to infiltrate.”

“Yes, it will. Which is why tomorrow morning I’m gathering every resource I have available to defend Ponyville. Any demons who enter that town are gonna answer to me first.” I stand up from the liquid remains of our carnage and walk out onto the balcony. I look down over the railing, observing the vast landscape that surrounds Ponyville. The pale light of the night sky casts threatening shadows over the area. Dark figures that twist and slump along the ground, move slowly out of the castle like an advancing army. I stand atop this fortress of shadows, observing them like their queen, eyes locked on their destination.

There are some powerful demons within the first seven circles of hell, some that would cause an ordinary mortal to drop dead out of pure fright, some that would do me in within a few seconds. If Ponyville has any chance of survival though, I’m gonna have to fight them, and fight them with everything I have. For my friend’s sake, and my sister’s, I’ll fight like hell

Tonight Ponyville gains a new protector, and her name is Sweetie Belle.

Author's Notes:

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