The Four Horsemen of Equestria 2: Lucifer and the Seven Deadly Sins

Canterlot

I was walking aimlessly down the halls of Canterlot palace slightly taller than I was 2 years ago.  Compared to Princess Celestia, let me put it this way, if she wanted to kiss me, her horn would almost pierce my forehead.  Before, my head was just below her horn..  I have outgrown my clothes and I was given new ones.  A black t-shirt, a red leather jacket, dark pants, white socks, and dark shoes.  I gotta be honest, I dont feel like I'm 22.  Even though I no longer have my crew cut, my hair was still short   Just not as short as before.

Coming down my direction was Remy 'Gunslinging' Brecht.  A 25-year-old man who now aides Spitfire with training new Wonderbolt recruits.  He still wears his cap, but as for his clothes, he now wears a gray t-shirt, khaki pants, white socks, and brown shoes.  He also wears a black leather jacket.  "Morning Cale" he said, tipping the brim of his hat.  I returned his greeting just before we walked past each other.

After taking a left turn, I saw Wild Card Jack leaning against a stain glass window shuffling cards.  Jack, now an adopted son to Princess Cadance and Shining Armor is 21.  He wears a white long-sleeved shirt and a buttoned up vest.  The sleeves of his shirt was rolled up to his elbows.  He wore black pants, black socks, and black shoes.   "Beautiful morning, isn't Cale McManus?" He asked.

"It sure is" I said with a smile.  I turned a few corners and walked by a room.  As I did, I heard a voice talking.  I returned to the door and opened it.  Inside the room was Casanova Chase.  He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, beige shorts, white socks, and white running shoes.  It didn't surprise us when on his birthday, he told us he was now 19.  Youngest of the Horsemen this guy.  Anyway, I saw Chase practicing something and I know what he was practicing for because he's been doing it for a long time now.  He was practicing a proposal.  4 months after Sir Prize's death, he's been doing this.  And from that point on, he's been changing what to say for his proposal, changing decisions for the perfect rings, the guy wants to propose to Twilight but he keeps chick ending out.  He doesn't have a ring right now so he's practicing with an empty velvet box.

"Oh... Hey Cale" he said nervously.  He glanced at the velvet box, cleared his throat, and placed it on the desk behind him.  Along the sides of the room were stain glass windows.  Against the walls away from the windows were bookshelves, and the marble tiled floor, made the room look more mesmerizing.

"How's the practice treating you?" I asked him.

"It's leading me nowhere" he answered.  "So... How's the relationship between you and Princess Celestia."  I shook my head and walked over to the desk to pour myself an alcoholic drink that can only be found in Canterlot.  "Oh my God, are you two arguing?" He asked.

"I never said that.  You're just assuming it" I told him.  The liquid was colorless and it smelled and tasted like apple cider but it wasn't.  "And for your information, Princess Celestia and I are getting along great." I began to drink down the liquor.

"I guess its safe to say that the same thing is happening between Remy and Spitfire" Chase said.  I did a spit take and coughed.

"What?" I asked, in shock as I turned to face him.  I noticed that my voice cracked when I asked that. I gulped down the last few remaining drops and began to clear my throat.  "What?" I asked, my voice cracking again.

"I thought you knew.  Spitfire and Remy are starting to have a relationship."  I walked past him and headed for the door.  "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to question him about this."

"Cale, this has been going on for a month."

"Oh forgive me for not asking about this because I was too busy cherishing moments with Princess Celestia in her bedroom."  I walked out the door and down the hall.

"With sex?" Chase asked.

"No with words.  The hell's wrong with you? The farthest we've gotten are passionate kisses and caressing" my voice answered him from down the hall.  Chase ran out of the room to ask me about it, but my answer cut him off.

"Waist up only."

Canterlot Garden

I made my way out to the Canterlot garden where Remy was sitting under the sunlight with Spitfire by his side.  "Remy Brecht, we need to talk" I said as I approached the couple.

"Oh, this is kind of a bad time, I'm with my date right now."

"Oh.  My apologies.  Then another time then?"

"That sounds good" I bid him goodbye and returned to the castle.  As I entered, Jack walked by me.

"Hey Jack" I said, getting his attention.  "Did you know that Remy and Spitfire are dating?"

"Dude, those news is a month old."

"Well to be honest I've heard of the news but I didn't buy it.  So this whole relationship is actually true?"

"Pretty much."

"Are you planning to have a mare friend?"

"Uh no.  I don't see that happening."

"I see."

"But you and Princess Celestia do make a lovely couple" he said with a smile.

"If I had a bit for every time I heard that, I'd have enough to buy 3 bottles of apple cider.  But who's counting?" I bid Jack goodbye and we went our separate ways.

Time Goes By

  I've been walking for so long it was like I'm walking to lose weight rather than going to my destination.  Funny thing is, I didn't even know where I wanted to go in the first place. I thought 'What the hell' and continued my walking exercise.  I stopped at a fork and thought for a moment.  'Damn it... I was suppose to meet somepony but where?' I thought to myself.  'All I need to do is retrace my steps and...' A lick to the back of my neck interrupted me.  There's only one pony who does this to me only when my back is turned.  I turned around and faced Princess Celestia.  Every time I look eye-to-eye with those violet eyes of hers, the feeling of love, passion, relaxation, and a strong lack of stress fills my entire body.  I was so lost in thought that I was speechless.  I cleared my throat.  "I must go" I said.  As I turned around to leave, Princess Celestia used her magic to grab me and pulled me close to her.  'Mind the horn!' My mind screamed.  To my surprise, when she planted her lips on me, she placed a barrier between my forehead and her horn.  Thank God!  It didn't cross my mind that she thought the same thing.  When our lips parted, she gave me a warm smile.

"Tonight is the Horsemen Ball" she said.  The once a year thing where all residents of Canterlot are invited to Canterlot Castle to a party much more formal than the Grand Galloping Gala.  This party is to recognize what the four of us has done two years ago.  Canterlot is grateful that we saved their kingdom.  So grateful, that this party became an official Canterlot event.

Earth, Hell City, (Present Day)

  In a penthouse in the middle of a dark foggy night, a man stood by a window and looked at the city below.  "Don't you love Hell City? A place where crime almost happens nonstop?" He asked.  The man had black hair and brown eyes.  He was 6'4, wore a black suit and tie, black shoes, and carried a black walking stick.  The silver knob on the stick was the shape of a goat's head.  Behind a bar counter was an elder butler.  He was pouring himself some scotch.  "Sir, may I remind you that your guests will be arriving shortly?"

"Yes I'm quiete aware of that" the man replied as he walked down a small set of steps.  He then lounged on a circular sofa and twirled his walking stick.  "Oh and do me a solid favor.  While I'm here entertaining my guests, I want you to intimate The Plan."

"The one that we kept on discussing sir?" The but,we asked as he drank his scotch.

"The very same one."

"As you wish sir.  How will I know when to initiate it?" He asked as he walked around the counter, his drink still in his hand.

"The second my guests walk in through those elevator doors, I want you to go upstairs and have him get ready."

"Him, sir?"

"The only other man in here" the man said as he twirled his walking stick.  Just then, the elevator dinged.  "I believe the time is now."  The butler finished his scotch and made his way through the living room and up a set of spiral stairs.  When the elevator doors opened, 12 men in business suits entered.  "Gentlemen" the man said as he stood up from his sofa.  "I'm so glad you could make it to my humble abode" he said.  "I'm Calcifer, and I'm sure you're ready to get down with business."

"Indeed we are Mr. Calcifer" a elder but healthy looking man said.  Calcifer made his way over to a set of double doors and pushed them open with his walking stick.  Inside was a room with a long dark brown table draped in red velvet.  "This is where we will conduct our meeting."  The 12 men entered the room, talking amongst themselves.  Before Calcifer stepped inside, he tapped his walking stick rhythmically against the wall.  As he walked in and closed the door, the exterior beyond the doors changed.  First the penthouse was white and clear as if it belonged to a billionaire.  Now it began to morph into a dark setting as if it's from a haunted house movie.  The white walls started to to turn dark.  The marble tiled floors began to turn into wood, the ceilings turned into wood as well.  The clear glass windows turned to stain glass with images of demons and people in pain began to appear.  As for the paintings, before they were people smiling, and paintings of fields, ships, etc., they began to morph too.

The smiling people turned into decayed skeletons

The paintings of fields turned into what looks like the aftermath of a battle

And the marvelous paintings of cars, ships, and other vehicles turned rotten and decayed like it hasn't been used in centuries.

Parts were missing, paint was coming apart, anything nasty, disturbing, or gruesome you could think of, a perfectly good painting most likely turned into what you imagined in your head. And the morph went through the entire penthouse.  Even the interiors of the rooms morphed.  The only room that didn't change was the room Calcifer and his guests were in.

"Now this is what I like" Calcifer said with a smile.  "12 of the greatest crime leaders in Hell City sits perfectly in my meeting room."  He tapped the center of the table with his walking stick.  "Now as I promised..." In front of the criminals, a trapdoor on the table slid open and rising up was a briefcase.  "Go on" he urged.  "They won't bite."  He watched as the criminals opened the briefcases in front of them.  "Each briefcase contains $100,000,000 all in American money, Euroes, Yen, and Pounds.  These cashes are yours to keep but there is one thing you must do to earn them."

"And what is that?" A criminal leader asked.

"Every weapon, drug, illegal goods you have at your disposal as well as every gangster you command, in addition to the bars, clubs, hotels, etc., you own... I want them all.  And I want a yes from each of you.  If one says 'no', then this meeting will go on for as long as it takes to get that person to say 'yes.'  So.  What'll it be gentlemen?"  One of the criminals on the left side of the table closed his briefcase.

  "Yes, you can have everything I run in exchange for this money" he said.  This caused an uproar from the other 11.

"Bullshit! Do you know what the fuck you are doing?!" Calcifer smiled wickedly as the 11 criminals hanged up on the one criminal and began to beat him to death for being stupid.

Upstairs, walking down the darkened and horrific hallway, the but,we arrived at a door and opened it.  Inside was a man in a suit sharpening a long sword.  "Is The Plan ready?" He asked.

"Yes.  It is" the butler said.  The man sheathed his sword.

"How do you want to play this out?" He asked the butler.

"You go in, kill the guests, anyone you leave wounded, I kill" the butler said.

"I know what you're capable of so I'll just leave one wounded."  The man walked past him and exited the room.

"As you wish" he said.  "You're not called 'Wrath' for nothing."

Back in the Meeting Room

Calcifer sat on the brutally beaten and lifeless body.  "It's a shame this one had to die" he said calmly.

"Look shit-ass!" A criminal shouted.  "Keep your fucking money! We worked hard to get everything that we had."

"Oh I'm sure you did" Calcifer said.  "By the way, can you come with me? There's a matter I want to discuss with you" he said.  He led the man over to the door.  He tapped his stick against the wall rhythmically.  And the lights went out.  When they turned on, Calicfer and the criminal were gone and the interior of the room matched the exterior.

In An Office

"What the fuck is going on?" The criminal asked, looking around the haunted looking room.

"I want to show you something" Calicifer said.  He picked up a pen and wrote 'I am' and his name on a piece of paper.  The criminal approached Calcifer.  The host smiled and waved his hand across his name only.  The criminal's eyes widened when he saw the C slowly turn counter clockwise and the a next to it disappeared.  As soon as the C looked like a U, the new letter and the l switched places.  The writing on the paper now read

'I Am Lucifer'

"How does it feel to meet the devil?" He asked.  Before the criminal could reply, Lucifer unsheathed the blade hidden in his walking stick and stabbed the criminal.  The thing about this blade, it didn't feel like he got stabbed with a sword.  It felt like he got stabbed with a hot iron.  Lucifer smiled at the noise of sizzling flesh.  When he pulled his sword out, the criminal hit the floor.

The Meeting Room

The criminals tried to fight their way out to no avail.  Just then, one of the criminals screamed.  On the floor, where the criminal they killed for his stupidness, was now decomposed.  His clothes are tattered and torn, and he was nothing but dry bones.  Just then, Wrath dropped down from the ceiling, drew his sword and stabbed one of the criminals.  The other 9 drew their handguns and cocked them.  "Kill him!" With quick speed, Wrath slashed his way through the nine criminals, wounding only one.  Wrath stepped aside as the butler appeared out of nowhere.  He walked over to the wounded criminal.

   "Don't worry sir" he said as he bent down next to the criminal.  Just then, his silver eyes turned pitch black and he grew wings, fangs, and claws.  "This will hurt!" He screeched.  Wrath watched as the butler bit into the criminal's neck and began biting it like an animal.

"Fucking spawn of Satan" he muttered.  The door opened and Lucifer entered with a smile on his face.

"Oh come on! Are you kidding me?!" He asked.  The butler turned back to his human form as quickly as he transformed into the beast.  "I didn't expect you to show your true form" he sighed.  "Anyway, we're moving out."

"For what?" The butler asked.

"I'm arranging a meeting with the other 6 and I want you two to be there."

Back in Canterlot

"Chase, it's the Horsemen Ball, why so panicky?" Remy asked as he watched Chase pace around the dining room.  Remy was out of his casual clothing and was wearing gray pants, black socks, gray shoes, and a gray unbuttoned vest.  As he continued to watch Chase pace around, he reached for a bottle of apple cider and poured him a glass.  He also wore a gray hat.

"Look at this! Look at what I'm wearing!" Chase wore the same white suit Michael Jackson wears.  The only difference, he didn't have the hat.  Remy just rolled his eyes and took a sip from his drink.  Chase still kept his messy hair however.  I remember him saying that he keeps his hair this way.

"Our dance clothing is supposed to be based on our Horsemen's colors.  Calm down, I'm sure Cale's loks a little worse.  You don't see much red dance clothing after all."  The door opened and I walked in wearing a long sleeved black shirt, an unbuttoned red suit jacket, red pants, black socks, and black shoes.

"What's taking so long?" I asked.

"Just waiting for Jack" Remy said, taking another sip of apple cider.  At the same time he said this, Jack entered the dining room with a combed hair, a black long sleeved shirt, black leather belt, black pants, black socks, and black shoes.

"Here we are" he said with a smile.  "The Four Horsemen of Equestria ready to have a good time!"

"Sounds like you got a mare to dance with" I said.

"Actually I don't, but I'm still fucking excited for tonight!" He left the dining room, cheering.

"50 bits says he's got a date" I said.

"I'll take that bet" Remy grinned as he finished his cider.

"Sure why not?" Chase asked, still a little cranky about his clothing.