My name is Applejack. I don't have much time to explain a lot on account of my situation, so I'll give you the basics. Once every year, Granny Smith locks herself in the barn with a chess board for a few hours and comes out drained. And I just don't mean a little bit, I mean a lot. Her mind, body and soul always seem to be injured during those few hours, but never said why.

This year was different. This year it was because she never came out. Y'see, from a young age Granny Smith had convinced my siblings and I that our parents had died in an accident. I always had my doubts - nay, hopes - that my parents were not truly dead and were just missing.

When I finds out their true fate, however, I sorta wish that they were dead. Not because of something they did that lead me to hate them, but because of where they are. They, now with Granny Smith as well, are being held captive and for all I know tortured by an evil demon. But it ain't just a regular demon. It's a demon master. Whatever that is. Not only is he a demon master, but he feeds off of pain and suffering, innocent and guilty alike.

His name is Lord Loss.