The Way of the Demon

Equestria was perfect and happy. Sunshine and rainbows with not a single white cloud in the sky to be seen. Everyone loved each other, cared for each other and helped each other out. It was the good life.

Or so it seemed.

No one knew of Equestria's dark secrets and past; no one knew of the Demon Realm, hundreds of feet underground. They never knew that the land that they trotted on could be the roof of a Demon pony.

Demon ponies are simple to describe; large bat wings with an average wingspan of eight to fourteen feet, and vectors of intense heat the colors of either their eyes or their manes, they are feared creatures. They have urges to kill and when enraged, their vectors release without warning.

There have been wars between the demon ponies and the ponies from above, but the earth ponies were able to prevail and banished the demon ponies underground for all eternity.

Few had survived and they reproduced quickly. They now number somewhere in the 700,000 range.

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Ponyville was bright and full of sunshine and a rainbow conquered the sky. But no pony was outside, except for one white mare with a burgundy and cyan colored mane and tail. She wore a red beret atop her head and a red worn and torn cape, which in this case, she used as a picnic blanket. Her eyes were a bright crimson and as were the tips of her hooves. Batlike wings spread out to block sunlight from hitting her. Apparently, she was enjoying a nice little lunch of some kind of unknown meat and a variety of cheeses.

The putrid, metallic smell of blood stained the air. Ponies cowered in their houses, Ponyville was silent. Ponyville was scared, it seemed, of their new visitor.

And their new visitor was a murderer.