Author's Note

Sorry if this is overdue. You fuckers know how it is. If you're expecting anything else, go fuck yourselves.

Chapter 13: Downtime (Part 3)

Pinkie pulled the cord and a mass of confetti smashed Into X`iera, lodging her in a wall.

"Why you little shit! I'll fucking gut you!" X`iera Shouted through her oaken prison.

"Don't bother. I swear she will just multiply in two if you tear her in half." Skri'jal said from within his armor. He wasn't coming out until his sister was gone or the day was over and she couldn't maul him.

"Sorry. Must still be set to Ultra turbo-crazy confetti ball." Pinkie said. She then began to dig around inside the artillery piece.
"Here we are!" She cried. She disappeared into the cannon. The sounds of a ballistic soldierneer and the building of several level four dispentries could be heard shortly after. X`iera, who had just escaped the wall, looked into the cannon.

"What the hell Is she doing?" She asked. X`iera pulled the cord and a metric fuck ton of confetti, a twister mat, a punch table complete with punch and punch bowl, and Pinkie shot out and took their places in the room.

"All better!" Pinkie said as she landed. And as per usual she began to party despite the confusion caused by her usually unusual behavior. Even Skri'jal had to risk looking to see this. Even Twilight, who knew pinkie for at several years, couldn't help but stare at her antics. Especially, considering an unaffiliated demon stood in the same room at that second. This was beyond crazy. And all because some one said birthday one too many times. Pinkie continued to dance on the twister mat despite the looks she was getting. Skri'jal and X`iera looked at each other, then back to the dancing mare.

"The fuck?" Skri'jal said. Pinkie suddenly perked up.

"Come on! Join the party, guys! It's tons of fun!" She said. Suddenly she disappeared and reappeared under Skri'jal's helmet. "Besides! Your sister came all the way the way from hell just to see you! That's more than I can say for my sisters!" She rambled. Skri'jal knew he had to call bullshit.

"No. She came out here just to break my arm and kill everything she can." He corrected. Pinkie returned to the dance floor

"Suddenly I just want to go back to hell rather than deal with all this." X`iera said realizing how much madness and insanity Skri'jal had to got through on a daily basis for the past two months.

"I just wanted one year where I didn't have to put up with something insane. No terrorist siblings, no rampaging hell beasts, just me and Lerisha. But you just had to show up and ruin the one birthday I had where I was free to be normal." Skri'jal said with baleful contempt not even bothering to look at his sister.

"I didn't exactly ask to be summoned." X`iera retorted with equal hate.

"I never asked for my arm to be broken for the last six thousand, five hundred, forty three years. Guess what? Never got that wish." Skri'jal shot back.

"Well sucks to be you." X`iera said.

"Why are you fighting?" Pinkie said as her mane flattened.

"Because for the last six thousand, five hundred, forty three years I've had my arms broken by my sister." Skri'jal said only hate in his voice.

"Well you are the runt of the litter." X`iera said.

"Just because I'm the runt doesn't mean I need a broken arm every fucking year, you psycho." Skri'jal said bitterly.

"Wow. I haven't seen you this bitter since we first met when you got transferred up to lust." Lerisha said. She went over to the punch table while every one was distracted by the dancing pink pony and was leaning against it with a glass of punch. X`iera laughed at her brother's misfortune.

"Wow The Second Circle?" She laughed. Skri'jal Socked her again, costing her two and a half teeth this time.

"Wrong move, runt." she said as she spit out some blood and teeth. Pinkie restrained the psychotic devil.

"This is supposed to be a happy time! Not a hateful time!" Pinkie said trying to get the two belligerent, mean, and ornery devils to get along. Frankly, if it weren't for her blinding rage at that moment, X`iera would be impressed by the pony's superhuman strength.

"It's kind of hard to enjoy something when your arm is broken every time." Skri'jal said.

"Why do you keep breaking his arms? It's no fun with a broken arm!" Pinkie said

"Why not? I think it's fucking hilarious to see his arm in a sling." X`iera said. Skri'jal chose to keep his response to him self more or less. This brought out Lerisha's hate for devils (Skri'jal being an obvious exception).

"This is why I hate devils." Lerisha said Having been reminded of their mindless cruelty.

"You're not exactly good looking yourself either, bitch." X`iera said. This got a spiteful growl from Skri'jal.

"Since when the hell did you care, twerp?" X`iera said.

"Since you started talking about my girlfriend." Skri'jal said. X`iera burst out laughing.

"HA! What a joke! You're kidding me!" X`iera laughed. Pinkie released her because she was laughing so hard. Skri'jal looked like he was about to have an aneurysm.

"Twilight, unsummon my sister. NOW! Before I have an aneurysm." Skri'jal demanded.

"I don't know how!" Twilight said. Skri'jal facepalmed.

"Unless you used a goat when summoning her, then disrupt the ritual circle." Lerisha said. Spike got the idea and sprinted for the stairs. As soon as he reached the bottom, he flopped on the demonic sigil runes. The impact effectively disrupted them and sent the still laughing X`iera back to hell. Skri'jal walked to the door.

"I'm going to go lay down. Maybe forget about this disaster." He said. His annoyance evident.

"It wasn't that bad, Skri-Wee." Lerisha said. Skri'jal scoffed.

"Easy for you to say. You didn't have to put up with a terroristic sibling." He said.

"Tell you what, I'll let you be on top when we get back to your place." Lerisha said. A feint ding could be heard in Skri'jal's armored pants. Lerisha giggled at the speed of this reaction as they walked back to his place.