Of hunters and whores. A tale of two demons.

Lerisha Knocked on Skri'jal's door at three in the morning. Skri'jal groaned as she knocked again. He threw on a clean uniform and unbarred the door. He opened the door and saw Lerisha standing there.
"No." He said before she could even say anything and slammed the door closed.
"You don't even know what I was going to say." Lerisha said
"I know you well enough to know what you were about to say." Skri'jal said from the other side of the door.
"No you don't." Lerisha retorted.
"You woke me up an hour early. I think I have a pretty damn good idea why." Skri'jal said.
"I was going to ask if I could go hunting with you." Lerisha Replied.
"You don't even have a bow, a crossbow, or a gun." Skri'jal retorted.
"Don't you have a spare bow?" Lerisha asked.
"No. I have an old handgun I pried from the cold, dead hands of an enemy officer, but handguns are terrible hunting tools." Skri'jal said.
"Can I use that?" Lerisha asked.
"Your grave." Skri'jal said. He opened the door and handed her an Astra model 900 from his pocket.
"Thanks." Lerisha said.
"You must be an absolute retard to think that's going to cut it." Skri'jal said. "Also, we going big game hunting." Skri'jal informed as he went to grab his bow and quiver.
"Well I'll bet I could bag more game than you." Lerisha said snidely.
"I'm not taking your bet because we both know I'm going to win." Skri'jal said
"You'll be surprised." Lerisha retorted.
"I'll bet I have to save you from a timber wolf." Skri'jal countered.
"Alright. If I can bag more game, we fuck. If you have to save me, We don't fuck. Deal?" Lerisha said offering her hand to shake.
"Challenge accepted." Skri'jal said Shaking her hand to seal the deal.
"This will be sooo satisfying." Lerisha said.
"Time's infinite. Keep dreaming." Skri'jal retorted as they set off.

Two minutes later

Lerisha and Skri'jal arrived at the edge of the Everfree forest. Skri'jal notched an arrow in his bow without drawing it fully.
"Remember, If I have to save your worthless hide, It won't matter how much game you bag." Skri'jal said.
"Right." Lerisha said. The duo set off into the forest and began the hunt. Hours passed, and Skri'jal bagged a hydra, a manticore and four cockatrices in a few minutes. Lerisha failed to bag four deer and a chimera.
"This sucks." Lerisha said as yet another twig snapped underfoot. This time sending a cockatrice running. she took the shot and killed the damn bird. "Finally! something!" She yelled alerting some timber wolves to her location. The beasts growled and emerged from the bushes, causing Lerisha to back away.
"Shit." Lerisha said. Suddenly, The wolves looked terrified, then ran off, whimpering.
"Ha! That's right you mutts, run!" Lerisha shouted after it. Suddenly, she heard a low, demonic growling behind her, too low to be Skri'jal. Turning around slowly, she found the source of the growling: A giant, rotting, foul-smelling corpse-demon, unlike anything she'd seen in hell. It looked vaguely humanoid, but was a ten-foot pile of stitched- together corpses, and it smelled really, really bad. In the face of such adversity, Lerisha did the one thing she could do: She ran, screaming, and the rotting behemoth chased her, picking up trees and throwing them at the fleeing succubus. Finally, Lerisha ran smack dab into Skri'jal as he was about to cleanly bag his tenth manticore, which ran off after the arrow missed.
"Graargh!!! What's chasing you this time, Lerisha? A rabbit?" He asked angrily. Lerisha just kept stuttering about a demon and it smelling terrible, then an ear-splitting roar sounded from the trees, and the demon crashed through again.
"Larisha, what the fuck did you summon?!" Demanded Skri'jal, as he readied his knife.
"I don't know where that thing came from, I swear! Just kill it already, Please!!!" Bawled Lerisha as she cowered behind Skri'jal. Without hesitation, Skri'jal lunged at the rotting monster, digging his claws into its head to stop himself, then proceeded to stab the creature in its back, with little effect. Finally, the thing roared, then grabbed the devil and threw him into a tree, and stomped over there to finish him. However, Skri'jal quickly got up, and rushed the demon again, cutting and jumping on and around the monster and avoiding its blows like a jedi or something, then clung to the rotmonger's back, plunging his knife into the back of its head and forcing downward, cutting the demon's back open like a huge, festering sausage. As the behemoth's guts spilled out of its back, it uttered one last guttural roar, before finally dying, hopefully for good. Skri'jal stood there, panting, while Lerisha got up and poked the thing quizzically.
"Lerisha, care to explain what the fuck that was?" asked Skri'jal irritably.
"I-I don't know! It just started chasing me! I know I'm irresistible, but even I have standards!" Lerisha cried.
"None that I know of..." muttered Skri'jal as he searched the dead monstrosity. Finally, he found what looked like an obsidian heart, but with spider legs instead of arteries.
"Eurgh, what is that?" Asked Lerisha.
"I have no idea, but it looks pretty valuable..." answered Skri'jal. As Lerisha looked at, she suddenly snatched it from Skri'jal, to his annoyance.
"Yeah... I could make a pretty penny off of this... Maybe buy myself something nice with it!" She said, leering slightly.
"Whatever, as long as it makes you happy. I'm just glad I don't have to see another one of... whatever that is... ever again." Skri'jal said tiredly, casting a wary glance at the rotten dead thing behind him.
"I hope we do find more! If this is worth as much as I think it is, I could retire early!" Lerisha said excitedly. Skri'jal sighed as she continued the list of things she assumed this strange artifact could buy her, like power, property, and sex slaves.
Finally, they reached the town, and Skri'jal stopped Lerisha before she could sell it, in case it was more important than as a bauble.
"Hold yer D-cups, sweetheart, let's get that thing appraised first, just so we can get our full pay for it." He said.
Lerisha pondered this, then smiled. "Great idea, Skri-wee! But who do we see for this kind of thing? looks a bit too arcane for most people here..." She pondered. Skri'jal thought of this for a while, then replied:
"Twilight. She's the librarian, she has to have heard of it."
"Excellent work Skri, I could just kiss you!" Exclaimed Lerisha.
"please don't." Said Skri'jal sternly as they walked out of the forest, toward Ponyville.