Skri'jal lay in his bed in the basement at the end of that day, his belly full of the tribute of the townsfolk. For once, being a devil was rewarding.

"Ugh, it's good to be me..." Moaned Skri'jal. Last night was the best. Ever since the rumor of Halloween being the time he became the most powerful and mischievous spread, Ponies were giving him more than candy; he got free food, free booze, and a free recliner last night, and got so stuffed and drunk, he was told he did set fire to a house. However, he was forgiven, for fear he would set the owner of the now-ruined home on fire, too. Yes, last night was a blur, and the worst hangover ever concocted by Satan himself now plagued his head, but it was worth it. For once in his life he felt... free! No one told him what to do anymore, and he finally felt this thing people call happiness. Now, since his relationship with Lerisha, He knows what it means to be normal. Not a devil, nor angel, just... himself. A creature, with no masters or rituals, and with simple wants and means to obtain them. And right now, he wanted a nap. Later that evening, He and Lerisha went to the edge of town, for no real reason.

"It's kinda quiet..." Said Lerisha.

"What? The town? When isn't it?" replied Skri'jal sarcastically. Indeed, ever since the prophecy was told to them, no demons have showed up.

"Maybe the prophecy's bogus..." Wondered Lerisha.

"Maybe. I'm just glad that those last two are back in tartarus. Nice just being quiet for once." Skri'jal said, smiling slightly. Suddenly, a terrible, earth shaking roar, shaking the mountains and the earth, and causing Skri'jal and Lerisha to groan.

"I spoke to soon... again." Lerisha groaned before the two ran off to get their weapons.

Meanwhile, Ponyville

ponies were running left and right as a giant, armored demon, at least ten times bigger than the demon Balith, wrecked the town, his metal armor a harsh light-blue color, and it glowed even harsher in some parts. The demon roared a shrill, demonic, earth-shaking roar, shattering windows and eardrums alike. Then, the demon cast his burning red eyes on six ponies, each with a piece of jewelry.

"Alright, girls, let's send this ugly duckling back to his pond!" Shouted Twilight to the other five. They fired the elements at the colossal, skull-faced demon, but the white beam did nothing but annoy it. The demon then grinned, a hard thing to do when your mouth is practically made of long, sharp fangs, but he managed. Then, he spoke:

""Keh heh heh!!! You little mortals think your little toys can stop the mighty Cyanax!? You will die for your ignorance, pestilent insects!" The demon shouted, and then he materialized a Cyan fireball in his right hand, and cast it at the Mane six, causing them to jump out of the way.

"My sons have been deprived of their birthright, and I'm going to take my anger out on you small, delicious mortals until you cough up the two that wronged my boys. One has my youngest's heart!" roared the demon, the fire surrounding his skull-like head changing from light blue to a harsh, evil green.

"Come on! The one villain we get to fight, and he's immune to the elements of Harmony!? What the heck!?" Cried Rainbow Dash.

"He's pretty big, too... maybe Skri'jal should handle him..." whimpered Fluttershy.

"Don't lose hope! Only those two can stop him, but we can still hurt him! let's get him, girls!" Shouted Twilight. Rainbow Dash, eager to fight the demon, flew hastily toward his knee, breaking through, while Applejack bucked the same leg, causing it to bend the wrong way.

MY LEG!!! It's not supposed to bend that way! I'll destroy you pests!" Cried Cyanax, and he got up, his broken knee and leg regenerating as a cloud of steam came off of it. Then, he raised his clawed foot, and stomped the ground, causing a massive tremor.

"He... regenerated..." Twilight said, shaken by Cyanax's sudden recovery.

"What the heck, he heals, too? This guy's no fair!" Cried Rainbow Dash. Suddenly, Pinky Pie appeared with her party cannon.

"Pinkie, now's not the time for that!" Shouted Twilight.

"For your information, Professor Oak, there is always a time for the power of parties!" Pinkie said, pulling the chord and launching a ball of confetti at Cyanax's eyes.

"What? Who the heck is Professor Oak?" Asked Twilight, confused. Suddenly, the confetti ball hit, and Cyranax grasped his face in pain.

"MY EYES!!!! MY *bleep*ING EYES!!!! I'LL KILL YOU!!! I'LL KILL YOU ALL, YOU LITTLE *bleep*!!!!!!!" Cyranax cussed.

"Woah, language, Cyranax! This is a kid's show, remember?" Pinkie said, confusing everyone. Suddenly, a voice sounded behind them:

"Yeah, that stopped when we showed up. So let's get to the best part of every R-rated show, shall we?" Skri'jal said smugly.

"The tits?" Asked Lerisha. "We already covered that. A lot." Skri'jal facepalmed.

"I meant the blood, gore, and excessive violence, genius. Now the joke's ruined..." Skri'jal moaned. "Let's just end this fucker and get this over with." Skri'jal finished, getting his blades out.

"Agreed." Lerisha said, bringing out her hammer.

"You two fuckwads think you can hurt me with those little toothpicks? I'm both insulted and amused! Now die, worthless aberrations!" Cyanax roared, materializing another fireball.

"Alright, fugly..." Skri'jal started, getting into his combat stance.

"Let's dance." Lerisha finished for Skri'jal, getting into her own stance.

Author's Note

Part one of two! Will the two demons ever win against the great, terrible demon Cyanax? Hell yes, they will!