Author's Note: As the name of this chapter suggests this one is meant to be back story and the next chapter will be the start of the story

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Perspective Strages

I tap my claws along the arm of the chair just outside the throne room. I had been planning this coup for a long time now, I was just waiting on my men to arrive.Today is the day I take the throne from Satan and claim hell for myself! The old man has been weak, all he cares about is the balance instead of trying to take over the world and amass an army to take down the forces of heaven. They have weaken since closing their gates, while we gained more followers and power. It is us demons who should rule the universe with chaos and darkness then their petty light and peace. I stand as my men arrive and ready my swords, they have long blades with one sharpened edge that curves slightly at the tip and my dark energy seeps from the guards. We blow open the door sending them flying into the darkness, creating large clouds of dust and decay. Before it clears two of the old bastard's guards rush through the smoke and jump at us with axes and spiked clubs. My men quickly step in front of me to parry then slash open their throats and and stomachs making quick work of them. We step over their bodies as they bleed to death, one of my men crushes one of their skulls under his foot probably out of pity. As we enter the chamber my men begin to rush the guards making sure to keep them off of me as I slowly make my way to Satan. I drag the tips of my blades along the floor as I walk down the bath, they make delightful cracking and snapping noises as they crush and cut through the piles of dead bodies that were damned strewn across the floor. I made it to about two yards or so from the foot of his throne and looked up at him. He sat there about two stories tall in a throne of bones, skulls, and various flesh of those unfortunate enough to end up down here. I smirked looking into his eyes that were filled with rage "Were you expecting me old man?"

His voice boomed out around us as he spoke "I have known you were going to betray me for a long time now, I was hoping for the longest time that the demon who I had dubbed as my right hand would be wise enough to correct his ways before making a mistake such as this!"

"WHAT MISTAKE?! TODAY I WILL SIT UPON THE THRONE AND LEAD THE ARMIES OF HELL TO TERRA AND THEN HEAVEN AND COMMAND ALL OF CREATION ON MY OWN!" I took a fighting stance and jumped up towards his face. He rose a hand to swat me down with but I swung my sword up and chopped off two of his fingers sending them falling to the ground making them smash the remains under them and send up more dust and debris. He yelled in pain and reared his head back as I landed on top of his hand to use it as a spring board to shoot myself to his face. As I got to about his chin he looked straight down at me and lowered his head so I was going for his mouth and shot out a column of flames, sending me down to the floor forcing me to crash on my back. As the flames poured on me I wrapped myself in a bubble of black fire forcing Satan to end his now useless attack. I stood up and smirked at him with scorch marks along my face and parts of my body, the few flames that remain begin to turn black then snuff themselves out. I pointed up to him with my left sword and yelled out "Get down here and face me like a true demon!" He chuckled at this and then stood.

"As you wish, but it is still your funeral." He shrank down to be six feet tall with an inch or two. He had a blood red body with pure black fur covering various parts of his body. His arms and legs looked that similar to a humans, his hands were the same and he regrew the fingers I had cut off.... bastard. He summoned dual dark green and red axes into his hands, the blades were held to the hilt via skulls and seemed to be leaking blood. We both dashes and swung at each other our blades colliding then bouncing off one another. This continued for the the next few minutes as we went around in circles, occasionally lobbing the head or limp off of some unfortunate demon behind one of us. I lunged at him aiming to stab him in the chest. He smacked my blade away with his axe, spun behind me, then slashes my back while giving a slight chuckle. I turn back to him ignoring the gash in my back as it bleeds profusely. I charge the energy in my hands as black flames begin to cover my blades. I slash them in his direction sending to lines of flames at him in an X shape. Satan slashed his blade vertically which sent a column of blood down the center of my attack making them cancel each other out. I dashed at him and we clashed blades catching each other. We pressed on one another to see who'd give out first but neither of us budged. Our blades clanked and made slight sparks along with smoke due to the now burning blood. As I looked into his eyes his gaze turned from that of hatred to an almost comedic calm while he began to swing his other axe around, not at me or in a threatening way but as if drawing something with the blood. During my moment of confusion he kicked my legs and made me fall on my face and jumped high and far back out of the now obvious circle. I appeared to be in a pentagram surrounded by a circle, as I tried to stand Satan stepped on the circle and magic rushed through out the symbol and forced me back down. The blood symbol sparked with black energies as the spell readied itself. "For betraying me and attempting to take the power of creation as your own, I banish you to live the rest of your days stuck in a living tomb." And with that he slammed his axes into the circle and the energies engulf my body and cover me, putting me in pure darkness with the faint sound of a soft heartbeat.

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Perspective Nurse Joy

The new unicorn child was just born, its a wonderful baby boy, and I was getting ready to cast the spell to tell us his name. I made my horn glow with a soft blue. I began casting the spell and in the middle of it a name came to me, Damian it said. "His name shall be Damian. I smiled to the mother as she held her new foal.

She smiled a bit then got a confused look on her face "Damian, that's an odd name for a pony"

"It just means he's very special" I reassured her.

Author's Note: I know my writing probably sucks right now but I haven't written anything in the past few years so please bear with me as I get the cogs turning again. With that I would also like to thank my friend Squishy for basically helping me write this, and tallestbrony for helping me out and helping me ponify this story. So may the Cheese be with you!