Pyro

by brony laughsatme

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Human, Romance
Length: 2002

Maxwell looks like any other human, but he's not. He is rare demon, one who has complete control over fire. He has stayed on earth, because he isn't evil and can't stay in hell. What will happen to this demonic psycho if woken up in an

Maxwell is a rare type of demon. He looks exactly like a human being in every way.

He can control flames, and has a vast knowledge of the dark magics.

His kind heart, and almost psychotic rage finds him banished from hell.

He rose up against the horrible king Sombra, and during the fight. Got mysteriously teleported to a land called Equestria.

He had lost his memory upon arrival, and has no idea what he is or what his power and rage can do.

Will he find any family?
Will a demon living amongst ponies cause trouble?
Does he hear his demonic brother?

Join him on his struggle in life, and see if it ever works for him.

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This story is linked to a story called 'Blood Rain' written by 'Paradise_lane'
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It is about Max's brother, Brandon.
I recommend reading it, and getting the little scenarios where quote each other, hear each other talk, and meet in dreams.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-17 07:10:02 UTC

Banished

Pyro

Brony laughsatme

*Chapter 1; Banished*

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Today was just another day. I hated it though.

Imagine not having parents, being born into slavery, and everything around you made to punish, torture and kill men, women, and children.

They always feed fyou shit about if your in hell, you did something to deserve it.... Well, 'they' lie

When you hear screaming you may only think of agony or pain. When I hear screaming, I think of a school bell, eternal torture, and so much suffering.

I slowly walked down the path, I was very hopeful there wouldn't be many people in the new delivery... I had killed to many innocent people already. All of them had been sent to me.

I was supposed to be burning the new souls today. I hated it, but I was a slave, and you don't know what they can make you do down here.

There, beside the path, was a river. This river was named Styx.

I really hated it, but then again, there is never many things to like down here.

I looked into the water, it smelled of decay from the bodies and souls that all just rotted in there.

What I saw down in the depths of that putrid river, hurt me.

I saw a baby boy, not more than a month old, with his mother. She was fighting off dozens of other souls, to protect the child.

The mother's arms had been torn off with the baby still in them.

"No, no please!!!" I cried knowing it was completely useless.

I tried to dive in to save the helpless child. I couldn't, something was holding me back.

"HahahahahahahHehe, what a disgrace," the higher demon said.

He pushed me over and started kicking me. He didn't stop until I spit out a pool of blood.

He snickered at my helplessness. He grabbed me by my hair and lifted me up.

"Aaahhh, p-please stop!!" I screamed.

He looked me in the eye, dead serious. "King Sombra, wants you to take care of the new ones today," he smiled wickedly, and threw me to the ground. He put his claws to his ears, waiting expectantly.

"T-thank y-you, sir," I choked out, blood still pouring out of my mouth.

"Good, now you gonna get it for wasting my time," he said, with the same wicked grin. He grabbed  a leather whip lined with razor blades.

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He hit me until all of the razors were logged in my arms.

"Now, get the fuck out of my sight!" He yelled lifting me up by the hair and pushed me.

I didn't dare respond to him. Sometimes, I couldn't believe that he was my father.

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Finally reaching my destination, I limped over to my post.

It had been two hours or so, so now I was fully healed, and only had a few more scars than the last time.

Just on time a ship appeared. My eyes started to water up, because of the deed I knew I would be forced to commit. I bit my lip, trying not to cry. It was forbidden for a demon to cry, or show any signs of being less than, pure evil, down here.

As the door opened, I saw what hell truly is.

There in the doorway... three little girls... No more than five years of age.

One was pushed off, and landed with a sickening crack. The other two were pushed off the same way, but they didn't break anything.

I was no longer sad... They were just children... They didn't do anything... I hated this place... Enough was enough. I had to absolve, the one with a broken spine, to end her suffering.

I walked up to the one who now had the broken spine, and touched her back. She disappeared in a bright white light.

"llewxaM?! What the-" I ran up to the guard and grabbed him by the throat.

My vision was getting fuzzy. "My name is Max, and I don't work for Sombra anymore," I said to him, getting close enough to his face to smell is putrid breath.

I gave him a very menacing look before I bit him, I sank both my vampiric like fangs into his neck. After they hit his jugular, blood started pouring into my mouth. I got some sort of twisted pleasure, and a powerful feeling tasting the red demon's blood.

After a few seconds, the blood stopped flowing. He was as good as dead but I needed to be sure. I whipped my head back, tearing his jugular from the side of his neck.

I looked towards the girls.

"Come, children, we are gonna get you to safety," I said letting a tear fall down my face.

They didn't move. I got up and walked over to them. A bright flash enveloped them. And they were gone. Replace by two tiny little skeletons.

I stood there in horror. "Nononononono!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs picking up a skeleton, and holding it like a baby. I started sobbing.

I then heard a sinister chuckle. "Why, you no good piece of garbage!" Came my father's voice.

I slowly turned around and looked at him. "Hmm hmm hmm, ah hahaha hehe HAHAHAHAHAHA!" I  maniacally laughed. I stood up from the ground, and threw my hands out.

My father's eyes went wide with realization. That was the first sign of fear I have ever seen in him.

"No wa-"

He didn't have time to finish I fired four burst of fire at him, burning off his limbs in a split second.

He was still alive, barely I slowly walked over to him. Ever step I took caught the bare ground on fire.

Now stood over my father's body I was started kicking at him. I did little damage to him because I was little stronger than a human teenager. I just decided to sit on his chest, put my thumbs to of his eyes. Then, it all went black....

~I remember hearing screaming. When I woke up, a black, haired horselike demon, with shadows surrounding his body, and a single black and red horn adorning the middle of his forehead. It was Sombra.

He spoke with a loud, deep voice. "YOU, ARE BANISHED," he spoke sternly. He then ran so fast that I barely had time to react, she n he shoved his horn right through my stomach.

After he impaled me a bright light enveloped both of us. And then it went black again.

Hydrophobia

Chapter 2; Hydrophobia

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I was surrounded by darkness. I couldn't see anything around me. I listened, I could hear yelling in the distance.

I went towards the voice. It was speaking a weird but familiar language.

"Latin?" I asked myself.

It said the words again, "EGO SUM, SALUTARI!" The voice was completely bone chilling. It sounded familiar though.

"Ego sum, salutari?" I asked myself. "I am the savior? Yes that's what it means. But who said it?" I thought out loud.

The voice spoke again, "we're gonna have some fun," I then heard a blood curdling scream, and then felt like I was yanked back.

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I gasped for air, and groaned loudly.

"It's moving!" A voice cracked.

I opened my eyes, a little bit. I quickly closed them though; the sudden attack of light hurting my sensitive sight.

I felt something prodding my nose. It was very annoying.

After about a minute of this I opened my eyes, and sat up. "What happened," I groaned out.

"AH, IT CAN TALK KILL IT! KILL IT!!!" The voice yelled.

All I saw after that was a flash of white and black. Followed by a metallic thump of metal against my skull.

I reached both my hands up and grasped my nose. "Ow, fuc-" I didn't have time to finish my favorite word, before a second thump just so gracefully rang through my head again.

"Vinyl, you stop that!" A voice with a strong accent came.

"Yeah, stop it, Vinyl," I half scolded, and half cried out.

It hit me again.

"Vinyl Scratch!!!" the voice scolded loudly.

"What?!"

"Give me, the damn skillet."

I was now fully aware of my surroundings. I was in a small house with a giant hole in the roof. But what I found more interesting was what the fuck stood in front of me.

"Well maybe if you weren't such a dolt, we wouldn't have a...hold on a second," the grey thing said to the white thing that, not two seconds ago, beat the shit out of me with what looked to be a frying pan. "What are you?" the grey thing asked me.

I thought for a moment. And another moment. And another, desperately trying to remember what I am.

"Well?" It asked

"I can't remember," I said clasping both my hands to my forehead.

The grey thing sighed, looking pissed and very annoyed. She turned around and started yelling again, "well that's just perfect, Vinyl, you managed to knock its brains out!"

The white one just smirked. "Octey, I didn't even hit him that hard," she said innocently.

"Da fuck you didn't," I sarcastically, spat at the white thing.

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About an hour later; after I figured out the things were called ponies, and got beat senseless by a female. The grey pony named, Octavia, had felt bad about Vinyl, beating the shit out of me with a cooking utensil. So she offered me ice cream.

"Octavia, what is ice cream?" I asked.

Vinyl gasped. "What the hay does that mean," she asked sounding offended.

Since I wasn't to fond by the white bitch with glasses right now, I looked at her. "Well what do 'you' think it means?" I sarcastically asked.

She; apparently catching onto my attitude, and not seeming to take it the best way; looked at me with distaste.

"Oh eat a dick smart ass."

"Well haul your's on over here, Record Flop."

She pointed a marshmallow hoof at me, and looking towards Octavia again, "Octey, he called me that name again," she snitched.

"Vinyl, don't be a tattle tale," she sternly said.

"Ha," I said crossing my arms and pulling up the grey hood of the plaid hoodie I was wearing.

"And there is no need for name calling..Um.." She looked to me expectantly.

Finally one question I knew out of the thousands that I've been asked. "My name is, Maxwell, but just call me Max please," I said smoothly.

"Well you-" she was cut off by a loud snort.

"That's a dumb name," she said with a grin.

That was the fine cut line between naughty and Santa just coming to your house with a loaded shotgun, in the middle of summer. Which means, I. AM. PISSED.

I went off on the white horned pony, "BITCH, YOU DON'T KNOW A MOTHER FUCKING THING ABOUT ME, MAKE FUN OF MY NAME AGAIN, I FUCKING DARE YOU!!!" I screamed. I could feel my hands heat up.

I looked down, they were on fire. 'Literally.'

I suddenly felt a splash of some thing wet and very cold. The flaming appendages were drenched in some liquid. In a split second of realization my rage towards the neon blue maned unicorn disappeared, completely replaced by fear. I was afraid, of the liquid on me, I hated it and it really hurt my hands, it was water.

I couldn't breath, I stared in horror at the glass clear liquid. I let out a blood curdling scream, and started hyperventilating. I heard a sizzling noise, and saw steam rising from my hands. I wasn't that scared of the steam, but I couldn't stop hyperventilating from the fear of the liquid that had just touched me.

I heard distant voices, "he.e ..eath... Paper ..ag." I couldn't understand. The sweet English accent was cutting in and out on words, and made it almost impossible to understand.

I passed out right there. Leaving me surrounded by darkness once again.