It was quite the hustle for Azure to dodge the cops roaming around town. She was never blind to the escalation. It was only a matter of time before one of them could get to her and make her squeal, while she was trapped in a box with nothing but the company of invasive assholes watching her from the other side of the mirror.

Being held in a station sent unwanted chills down her spine, a sensation that made the freezing winds numb in comparison. She was done with what she was asked tonight, and hopefully she would get that rest.

After the walk, Azure stopped by an abandoned building in the city, one that was made into a territory for illegal activities by filthy vagabonds. She greeted them with the least of regards. This wasn't her territory, but her presence was well-received by those who became aware.

Drug addicts, gangsters, and even the humble homeless, made sure to never set foot on the fifth floor. And it was better for them.

The smell of booze and cigarettes became pronounced when Azure finally arrived at her destination, baring that defiant scowl to make sure the few goons guarding the place wouldn't lay their hands on her.

"I dare you, big guy, and I'll have you cut." Azure drew a knife from her pocket, a warning to the goons to stay in their places.

"Geez. Chill, sweetie. We have our own necks to save, ya know?" One of them raised their hands in defense.

Azure spat before heading towards the makeshift lair located further in the shadows of the abandoned building.

It was without any effort that the place was decorated with a few rundown furniture, dusty couches and tables. Fairy lights were also present in attempts to beautify the ugly location. Carpets were placed to cover the greasy floor and curtains were made to hang over strings to create the illusion of walls. Not that it ever helped to keep suspicious activities hidden. The pile of clothing on the floor did very little to avert the implications away.

Furthermore, Azure could hear the familiar moaning of women emanating behind the curtains. Their collective silhouettes danced in exciting passion as they react to the pleasures they were being showered with.

"Again." Azure let out a sigh, reaching for her temples in efforts to rub off the embarrassment. She took a few preparatory breaths, before deciding to intrude unannounced.

"Sorry to interrupt your little sleepover, boss." Azure flashed a wide fake smile as she swiped the thin curtain out of the way, revealing Sunset's entire orgy party for her to behold. "Oops. Bad time."

Sunset, who was lying underneath the collective bodies of women, raised her head to return the younger girl's greeting.

"You're back, girlfriend!" She beamed, her face obscured by her sweaty red and golden locks.

"Yep. I'm not dead." Azure deadpanned, tossing Sunset's shirt before redrawing herself from the scene.

"No, wait! Ack–excuse me, ladies–!"

Sunset's protests for Azure to stay echoed and was redeemed ungranted, as the younger girl walked away from her little lair and towards the peaceful balcony that was deserving of all the attention. Too bad she could still hear that annoying, demanding and ridiculously raspy voice. It surely did an astounding job of ruining the peace for her.

"Glad to see you back!" Sunset popped into Azure's sight, now joining her at the balcony, wearing nothing but a black laced underwear and a white shirt halfway done, revealing most of her sweaty chest. That irritating smile just wouldn't go away.

To save herself from the distracting sight, Azure merely gave Sunset a fraction of her glace, before turning her attention back towards the cityscape. She pulled out a cigarette stick, taking in all that minty air into her lungs.

"Too glad, I'm afraid." Azure mumbled, puffing a few clouds.

"What's up with you?" Sunset took a few steps closer, sporting that annoyingly charming grin on her face. One that never failed to make a lady shiver into her knees. "Ran into the wrong side of the neighborhood?"

"Fortunately, I didn't." It was then that Azure gave Sunset the decency of a proper eye contact. Mildly irritated at the fact that the redhead still hasn't come down from her sexual high. Azure tried her best to ignore it anyway. "I did as you asked. I contacted the best of this city's arsonists and told them to meet up with you tonight and… do whatever the hell it is you're planning."

"Hell is what I'm planning." Sunset said, proudly baring her chest.

"I'm not questioning it." Azure barked as she broke her gaze from those cyan orbs. "This city isn't even worth defending anyway." She mumbled the last sentence under her breath. It was a sentiment she never wanted to admit out loud.

Sunset crept behind her. Her towering height making Azure shrink instinctively as she felt the heat radiating from her warm body. Still, Azure kept her guard and tried not to flinch.

"Very nice. You're doing great, Azure." Sunset whispered, blowing a few breaths into the girl's ear.

"Talking to people's my specialty."

"That's why you're my favorite." Azure slightly shuddered when she felt Sunset's strong hands sneak around her waist, pulling her close into a warm and almost demanding hug. "You care way too much."

"Old habits die hard, I guess." Azure retorted quietly with a hint of dismay. "But you're out of your mind, Sunset. I'll tell you that."

Sunset didn't budge from the hug. "And you're still here. Makes me question your own state of mind as well."

Azure hated it. She was aware that Sunset was using the vulnerability she had for her the way she used Flash's. The thought of the young man made her stomach churn and the idea of her ending in the same fate as he did was something she never wanted for herself.

Curse you, Sunset, Azure thought.

"You don't have anywhere to go. You know it's more fun here with me." Sunset's lips was brushing lightly against Azure's soft nape.

"Fun." Azure repeated with an ironic chuckle. "Like what? Watching you murder a bunch of rich old men in their sleep? It's sick, Sunset."

Sunset spun Azure to meet her eyes. "All this talk of defiance and you don't even have the courage to do something about it."

"Still looking forward to screwing you over one day." Azure responded halfheartedly, smirking wryly as she did.

"All the more exciting, girlfriend. The chase, the pain, the fun sex afterwards, I live for it." The look in Sunset's unpredictable eyes glistened.

"You live for it. I can't. Not for long." Azure said firmly. "We both know you won't have me around forever. I'm just another substitute, after all." Indeed she was. And she felt her chest ache a little after uttering the words.

"Yeah. Too bad." Sunset shrugged casually, as if she wasn't even entirely denying it. "At least you get to be my witness."

"You're unbelievable, Sunset." Azure murmured, frowning as she averted her eyes.

"You told me that about a hundred times already." Sunset smirked. "You still come back to me. That makes you unbelievable to some extent."

Azure didn't have the heart to deny such notion. She was indeed unbelievable for tolerating Sunset and her whole ordeal. But what choice did she have? Either way, the fear inside her crept like no tomorrow, and the anxiety that it brought was deemed unbearable even with the minty air already occupying her lungs.

"The fire's not going to stop anytime soon, is it?" Azure whispered like a dreadful child.

"No. Don't worry. All you have to do is wait and watch." Sunset assured, noticing the unsure expression blossoming in Azure's features.

"For the record, I never wanted this." Azure said, shaking her head.

"This isn't about what you want, Az. It's about what I want and what I'll get."

"Which is?"

"These people on their knees bleeding before me." There it was. The craziness in Sunset's eyes making its dreadful return.

Azure hid her eyes from those hauntingly piercing gaze, a cautious reminder that the person currently embracing her was actually a monster willing to burn everything that blocked her path.

"I'll stay out of it." Azure finally said quietly.

Sunset smiled, and the intense look in her eyes eased. "Good girl."

"By the way, goodluck tonight."

With the remaining self control she had, Azure stepped out of Sunset's embrace. Sunset didn't stop her, but that cheeky smile only grew wider. She watched her go, a little disappointed but unbothered nonetheless.

"You seem to have grown an appetite for minors, bacon strip." Flamepuff commented, materializing from mere nothingness.

"She's barely a minor now." Sunset told the demon, squeezing herself into a new pair of black ripped jeans.

"Nope. But she was." Flamepuff snickered, which Sunset responded with an occasional eye roll. "Well, I guess that's enough sex for tonight, eh?"

"Not making any promises." Sunset pulled her hair up into an effortless ponytail, leaving some of the red and gold strands to hang freely on the side of her face.

"Gosh, bless your stamina."

Storing a new pack of cigarettes stuffed in her hooded leather jacket, accompanied by a single pistol gun hoisted in her waistband, Sunset was ready to go. Flamepuff took his rightful place on her shoulder.

A classic bike reminiscent of the one Sunset once owned, awaited her from the lot at the back of the building. She pulled away the tarpaulin, revealing the beautiful machinery shining against the bright yellow moon.

Sunset took a moment to appreciate the cold breeze of the night, a preferable time to fill her lungs with her favorite mint flavored air. One flick of her lighter against the stick pressed between her lips and clouds started forming all around her.

"Our guys are here." The little demon announced, pointing his long tail towards the entry across the lot.

Sunset followed his direction, and there she was greeted with a group of five people dressed in baggy jackets, their builds bulked with the enormity of the backpacks they carried.

With a puff, Sunset bared her teeth in an eager smile. "Right on time."

The shortest of the group was a stout man, who stepped forward and spoke. "This better be a good pay."

Sunset gave a reassuring chuckle. "Oh, you will have the break of your lifetime." She fished a boxy envelope from her jacket and handed it to the group's leader. "It's a gift. From a bunch of corrupt cops that 'went off the grid'."

The group gathered around to take a peek, and their expressions shared the same satisfaction that Sunset had, knowing that she delivered her promise.

"I heard these cops were supposedly working on a particular operation in the nastiest part of town." One of them thought out loud. "And I also heard it ain't definitely a drug bust."

"It's not." Sunset said. "It's a 'special delivery'."

"What impeccable timing."

"Oh, and one more thing." Sunset beckoned them to follow her towards the mossy corner of the lot and unveiled a police car that was once covered with a tarpaulin. She opened the door to the backseat, and tossed them the uniforms she salvaged days ago. "Wear these. Hope you guys don't mind a little roleplaying."

The group exchanged glances, but didn't resist.

Having nothing left to discuss, Sunset gave them a nod. "Wait for my signal."

They nodded back, then left the lot and drove away with the police car.

When all was settled, the silence returned. Interrupted only by a hovering Flamepuff playing with the cloud of smoke filling the space around Sunset's head.

"What now, bacon strip? Are you ready to raise some hell?"

Sunset responded only with a smile, then slipped into her helmet and hopped onto the beastly bike. She zoomed into the streets of Canterlot City. Flamepuff faithfully ran by her side in his panther-like form, the inferno on his mane lit up like an eager firecracker that awaited the favorable conclusion of the night.

The pair drove into the city's urban district where the more wealthy establishments were situated, much like the prized central part of the city. Tall condominiums stood proud in an organized row, which Sunset found much less fascinating upon viewing. It was too grey for her.

At last, Sunset parked the bike at the foot of the fanciest of the establishments. A building of thirteen stories and a parking space too generous for all its inhabitants.

An unlucky victim was about to fall in her hands tonight. One that she could never forget about.

"She's here, right?" Sunset asked, looking up at the condominium's enormity.

"I can smell her. Lonely as the first time you met her."

"Great. Just how I want it."

Dwelling in her decent unit, Olivia sat by her window with the certainty of loneliness embracing her with its warmth. She took a sip of her favorite wine and basked in the peaceful song of the night. Undeniably aching that she had no one, at the moment, to share it all with.

The silence stretched on in a painful mile, as did the peace it brought that was already considered tedious. It has been a long time since she's been in a club. Club Andromeda. She missed it. And all of its crazy and unusual offers.

How she wished she was allowed to go back and taste it all over again, unbound by the shackles of warnings that echoed through the streets of her dearest city.

The peace dissipated when a knock came at her door. She doubted it was Cobalt, but thinking it might've been him would never hurt.

Olivia hopped out of her chair, and reached for the door, only to find a stranger on the other side.

"Uhm, who are you?" Olivia asked with a slightly raised tone, asserting her irritation.

The stranger emerged from the dimness of the hallway and leaned closer towards the door frame, letting her features be illuminated by the little light glimmering from the room.

Without warning, Olivia found herself pinned against the wall at the end of her room. The stranger's feminine yet calloused hand clasped against her mouth, while she ultimately found herself staring right into those glowing cyan eyes that seemed to have adapted a shade of grey.

Her face was a familiar one, one that was once buried within Olivia's drunken recollections.

Then she realized it was the infamous Sunset Shimmer, terrorizer of Canterlot's underbelly.

The door was closed, and at the moment, Olivia was declared alone with the girl. She only had the courage to let out a whimper as fear started surging through her veins, and her body locked in a frozen state.

"Shhh…" The redhead hushed. Olivia could feel her breath, and the smell of the cigarette lingering. The Devil could only smile at the sight of her trembling under the redhead's hold.

"Don't scream." Sunset slowly removed her hand from Olivia's mouth. She was too terrified to even let out a squeak, and was too weak to notice the needle that was being pierced into the side of her neck.

Satisfied at the reaction, Sunset curled her lips into a mischievous smile then gave the other girl a little space to breathe.

Olivia wobbled on her feet. Her vision blurred into a hazy mess. As her legs gave away, Sunset was there to catch her, settling her within her arms.

A lot of things had to be accomplished tonight, but Sunset found no way to rush. She had to enjoy, as the Devil allowed her so.

"Oh, god…" The words were nothing more than struggling breaths escaping from Olivia's mouth. "I-it's you…"

"Hello again." Sunset's whisper was oddly soothing for some reason.

It wasn't long for Olivia to completely pass out within Sunset's arms. The drug proved to be quite aggressive, as Sunset did not expect for it to act all too quickly. Nevertheless, she took her time observing the girl's features, and how she admired them yet despised them for the same reason.

Flamepuff joined her advertence, hovering just above her head.

"How can someone so strange almost remind you of certain things?" Sunset muttered, brows furrowed in intense fascination.

The little demon cocked his head. "Maybe because she looks like… her." He said. "But this is not her, ya know?"

"No shit, Sherlock." Sunset eye rolled. "Freaky just how she could almost be her twin." Out of sheer curiosity, she leaned down and planted a kiss on Olivia's lips.

"Don't tell me you're going to try and ravage an unresponsive log that just happens to resemble your ex?" Flamepuff said, crossing his arms in a judgemental stance.

Sunset broke away, her expression shrouded with disappointment that Flamepuff expected all too well. "Hm. I'd rather fuck a sex doll for all that matter." She scoffed.

Flamepuff merely responded with an occasional giggle.

The night was not getting any younger. Not that she was exhausted, but Sunset set her mind that there were more entertaining activities to partake in other than sex. She had enough of her intake of women for the last couple hours, after being deprived of the pleasure during her busy months, of course.

"Let's go, bacon strip."

Olivia's head was still spinning the moment she blinked her eyes open. Barefoot, she could feel the wetness of the floor beneath her, her skin was exposed for the wind to caress her into consciousness. Something tight constricted itself around her body, making her sit still in her place.

As she inspected, she was tied up with a metal wire. Her confusion intensified the moment she let her eyes wander about her surroundings. Everything was alarmingly foreign and shrouded in darkness, being granted only the decency of light from the evening moon and city lights that shone through the large windows.

The memories of earlier came in and her panic returned.

"Help! Somebody help me!" Those were the first words that boomed out of her throat, as she gathered the efforts to wriggle herself out of her binds, even it was a hopeless endeavor.

"Please! Get me out of here!" Olivia continued, her voice echoed.

"Pipe down, baby. All that screaming is useless. No one's gonna hear you."

Olivia had not noticed it sooner, but there was a figure seated just a few feet across the chair she was tied in. Her hood was down, showing off those haunting features. All too prominent even in the near dimness.

The little scars, the devilish cyan eyes, and the wicked grin stretched in the most confident display. Olivia was conflicted on how to feel about it all. But she was afraid. Very much so.

"Very good." Sunset said with a pleased expression.

"Are… are you going to kill me?" Olivia squeaked as she swallowed.

Sunset looked at her for awhile, then immediately shook her head. "Nah. I'm not here to do that. Not to you, at least."

Olivia didn't seem to buy it. "I know who you are." Her voice was spiteful, coating her trembling voice with a hint of courage. "You're that girl… from the club months ago."

Sunset showed carefree grin, "Yep. Missed me, didn't ya?"

"You're… you're fucking insane."

"Yeah, I know. You're not the first one to call me that." Sunset stood from her seat and walked over towards Olivia. "Definitely won't be the last."

"What are you going to do to me?" Olivia's voice was much more quiet as she shrank at Sunset's overwhelming height.

Sunset knelt down to at least meet Olivia's level. She still couldn't get over those precious violet eyes that awakened something in the pit of her stomach. The Devil already declared that this wasn't her, and she could never be.

And yet, everything about it reminded her of the greatest loss she had endured for years and it did nothing but destroy her with every haunting remnant of memory But again, what could a harmless representation of that reminder, powerless and vulnerable, do to further destroy her at this point?

Nothing.

And with that in mind, Sunset smiled gently, as her eyes sparked menace. "I'm gonna need you to send your dear boyfriend a little message."

"What?" Olivia gasped, confused.

Sunset held up her phone and waved it for Olivia to see. She didn't answer the question.

"Oh, she'll pull it off." Flamepuff giggled, hovering above the girl's heads with his teeth bared in excitement. "Look at her already shaking like a leaf."

"You're not going to make me." Olivia shook her head in defiance, but eventually fell flat when her fear slowly took over her system like an unstoppable illness.

Sunset clasped her hands tight around Olivia's jaw and brought her face forcefully close to her. Now, she could see those violet eyes trembling into their ultimate submission as tears welled up in them.

"Wanna bet on that, sweetheart?"

That simple sentence made Olivia's chest violently rattle, while the Devil himself giggled and laughed, dancing in space like a little clown of terror.

"I'll make sure you get to participate in all the fun." Sunset smirked, scrolling through the number of contacts she collected before finally stumbling upon a deliciously familiar name.

"Cobalt Blaster."

As the smile on Sunset's face widen, Olivia's defiant frown grew weaker, more vulnerable. Even at that moment, she still tried.

"Screw you, bitch."

The smile on Sunset's face dropped, followed by a pause. It lasted for a couple of seconds. With the air growing more unpleasant.

It was without warning that Sunset drew her pistol and shot Olivia's foot, emanating a loud boom and a wail of anguish. Terror became pain in Olivia's eyes, and Sunset relished in the sight of it all, while she casually chewed her cheek as she dialed the number she selected.

Barbatos Paradise was eventful as everyone expected it to be. It's usual operation being set in motion under the watch of a chosen few competent enough to handle the weight of the responsibility.

Tomahawk and Cobalt ran the place, filling in the gaps in hopes to restore the damages that once terrorized their operation. The two standing leaders were expectant of a precious arrival.

"The cops are late." Cobalt muttered under his breath, catching the attention of the older but more patient man.

Tomahawk flashed a comforting smile. "Not to worry, son. Cops in this town know what they're doin'. They won't rat us out." He said, grumbling through his cigar.

Cobalt chuckled at the remark. "What a time to be alive, eh?" He said. "Finally working with Canterlot's finest police officers."

"Master Crimson has the Chief as our little bitch now." Tomahawk beamed with a hint of pride. "The goods are intact. They'll be here any moment soon."

Cobalt's urge to respond to the older man died when his phone rang in the midst of their conversation. He quietly excused himself then was surprised when he found the name 'Liv' popping in his screen.

He held the phone next to his ear and answered. "Hey, baby. `Sup?"

"Hello, Blue Boy."

Cobalt's entire body shut down for a good second. He went pale and choked.

"L-Liv…?" Cobalt swallowed the forming lump in his throat, while his fingers went numb and cold.

"She's here. Obviously. Wanna say hi?"

Cobalt's heart sank when he heard Olivia's desperate moans echoing in the background, crying and sobbing, calling out his name, while masked by the sound of Sunset's sadistic laughter.

Anger and great concern surged through Cobalt, urging a growl out of him."You dare–"

"Oh, you don't dare me, Blue Boy. No. How about I fucking dare to do the first thing that comes to your mind right now?"

Cobalt's legs went manic, pacing around with too many things bothering him all at once. The worries currently creeping into him seeped out of his skin as beads of sweat. Tomahawk noticed the evidence of the younger man's vexation, but he stood there patient and silent.

"Please, don't…"

"Mmhmm. That's right. Beg like the dog you are." Sunset teased between giggles, while Olivia's cries grew louder.

"What do you want?"

"I want to have a little fun, Cobalt. And you get to play."

Cobalt wanted to resist, but he could not think straight. "What's your game?"

"Alright, you wanna get your girl? I'm not stopping you. She's not far. Like, at all." Sunset's voice was casual, but still laced with menace. "See that big warehouse at the far east?"

Cobalt instinctively swirled around and looked for the said building, then stopped when he laid his eyes on them. Sunset was right. It wasn't far from Barbatos' Paradise.

"Y-yeah. I see." Cobalt sounded relieved. "What's the catch?"

"Oh no. There's no catch. But, time is running. Wouldn't want an early 4th of July to happen, would you?"

Olivia was screaming her heart out at this point, but as she was about to go louder, her voice went muffled and her protest became harder to make out.

"Come and get her. Bring as many buddies as you like. I'll be waiting."

After that, the signal was dead, leaving Cobalt in a state of confusion. Shock and overwhelming anxiety took over his entire being, his sweat soaking most of his features. Such detail that Tomahawk immediately took notice.

"Shit." Cobalt hissed under his breath, frantically biting his knuckles.

"What's going on?" Tomahawk asked with a raised voice, obviously concerned.

Cobalt didn't answer. His eyes grew dark as his heart sank into his stomach. Fear and panic relentlessly hammered him to the bone. He could not block away the endless possibilities as to what that monster was about to do to Olivia. After hearing the fall of Quasar and the Trinity, he was not going to underestimate her now. He had to do something.

Even if he knew deep down, it was all a trap.

"Operation's all yours." Cobalt didn't even bother to make eye contact to the older man.

Irritated, Tomahawk snatched Cobalt by the shoulder and furiously spun him around to face him.

"What the hell is going on?!" He demanded.

"This doesn't have to involve you." Cobalt growled, pushing Tomahawk away from him.

Tomahawk's irritation turned into angered confusion. "You're not making declarations here, son."

Cobalt didn't respond. Tomahawk sensed that something was wrong with the man, but he wasn't about to risk the security of the operation with some senseless bickering. Grudgingly, Tomahawk let Cobalt walk away with a group of men by his side.

"Stubborn son of a bitch."

"They're on the move."

Sunset grinned at the response. "Good. Don't do anything yet." She ordered through the phone.

She reached out for the pair of binoculars and peeked through the lenses. She scanned the parameters for any sign of activities. About five minutes later, she saw a group of men approaching the warehouse.

"Good things are almost upon you, bacon strip." Flamepuff announced in a solemn hum.

Sunset turned to face the demon that sat right next to her, joining her like a watchful dog in the balcony of an abandoned establishment situated a hundred meters away from the mentioned warehouse.

There was something subtle about the way those crimson eyes peered right through her own, as if it compelled her to worry, or maybe, rejoice for his promises. It was confusing to decipher a demon's body language sometimes.

While, seeing her getting a little frustrated about it cast Flamepuff no end of amusement.

"Should I bother with it?" Sunset spat, returning her attention back to the warehouse. They were getting closer.

"That's not my decision to make." Flamepuff said with a smile stretched towards the back of his head.

"Don't have time with your cryptic bullshit. I have my own game to watch." Sunset said with a hint of excitement when she saw the group of men finally entering the warehouse, then let out a shaky giggle.

"Showtime."

Cobalt and his men was welcomed with a spacious warehouse, dark and empty, dissipating the assumption of it being field to the brim with explosives. Instead, the only objects he could find were dusty speakers attached to the pillars.

Sunset had played him well.

Olivia's pleading moans echoed delicately, alarming Cobalt into action. The sound came from upstairs. Cobalt made the move to run, with his men following behind him.

It was with no effort at all that they finally reached to where Olivia was being bound. A dark room empty room with windows covered in black curtains. Cobalt rushed to his girlfriend, relieved yet still deeply concerned about her current condition.

"It's alright, baby. I'm here. I'm here." Cobalt whispered again and again with his arms wrapped around Olivia's form after he freed her from her binds.

"She's going to kill everyone." Olivia whispered back, her voice filled with panic and horror, replacing every ounce of relief they all shared with undeniable dread.

And as if on cue, all of the speakers came to life, shaking the entirety of the warehouse.

"Good evening, suckers."

Sunset's voice was everywhere. It was one voice that brought a strong sense of danger to all of them, but the only thing they could do at the moment was freeze and wait for something awful to happen. They knew their guns would never do any help for their situation.

"Holy shit…" Dread washed down on them all.

"Thank you all for coming to witness the greatest light show ever. So sit back, relax, and enjoy."

The gut wrenching announcement caused them all to panic. The curtains fell, revealing large windows that showcased the entirety of Barbatos' Paradise. Confusion struck them next, not knowing what was truly happening.

"... too bad you left all of your wives and children behind."

They felt the air shake as they all witnessed their beloved home combust into hellish flames like violent stars in space. It was a sight of pure and utter hell that rained hopelessness onto all of them.

"Oh… fuck…"

It was all they could say, as Sunset's laughter boomed maniacally through the speakers, coating their experience with her unbridled insanity.

The roaring flames that consumed Barbatos' Paradise was the loudest one yet. Vengeance and grief boiled inside of those who witnessed it all. The flames declared the spark of anarchy that was about to be unleashed into the streets.

The spark that will transform Canterlot into Sunset's personal hell.

Author's Notes:

I'm still alive!

Been busy for the past few months but I still tried my best to sneak this one in.

Sorry for the delays! Also, be sure to tell me what you all think on this one!