My Little Hell Correspondence: Vengeance is Magic

The Purgatory World was a place where people would go ask for their grievance to be heard, provided that they followed certain requirements. Or, rather, it had been that way three years ago. Now, its inhabitants, who were usually sent out for espionage and fetching-the-client reasons, were so damn bored they began resorting to things such as tic-tac-toe and playing checkers and pegs and fighting each other with chopsticks.

Yes, fighting with chopsticks. They were THAT bored.

Aside from all of this, they'd grumble and complain about how, with the lack of clients nowadays, they not only had nothing to do, but they were also losing their edge because of it.

In the midst of all this sat a young girl in a black kimono with a scarlet obi. Her nicely trimmed, long black hair was tied into a braid today, then in pigtails, and then a ponytail. Her eyes of bloodstained ruby watched all forms of vengeance unfold. This girl was none other than Ai Enma, otherwise called Hell Girl. She was called this because she ferried people to Hell (literally....using a boat) for the past four-hundred something years. This started when she was buried alive alongside her parents to appease a "curse" that had befallen her village. When she emerged at an unspecified time later, the village was burned to the ground. Since the God of Hell (who often took the form of a spider with three eyes on his abdomen, who also liked to bitch a lot) saw it all unfold, he punished her--and ferrying people was that punishment, which she still carries out to this day.

A tall woman with her black hair done in a hybrid of a bun and ponytail sat down beating a pack of saltine crackers into a rock. Her earthen eyes seemed tired and hung with bags. This woman was called Hone Onna because she could expose the bones in her body without exposing the flesh first. One of the other recruits (who will be discussed a bit later) simply called her Tsuyu because she couldn't pronounce "Hone Onna" correctly. Her body actually housed many souls of betrayed women, including that of the true Tsuyu. The reason being was because she was killed and dumped into a river by a Yakuza after aiding her friend in escaping from a brothel her boyfriend sold her off to so he could pay his debts. When she was dumped in the river, the merging happened and she literally rose from the dead, so to speak. As for her friend, she suffered the same fate (minus the river.)

A man in a green-trimmed beige hoodie yawned. His black hair covered the left side of his face as the exposed green eye stared blankly at everything else. This man was called Ichimokuren, or simply Ren for short. He was in fact a katana once, used mostly for greed (stealing money and women, to name a few) before being impaled in a rock and left there for who knows how long. He had a sort of third eye going about him that he could morph into whenever he pleased.

A tan-brown man with a man's version of a red kimono and simple white hat with black band leaned against a tree with his legs crossed and his head hanging low. He was asleep as evidenced by the fact that he kept murmuring about this and that. If one took off the hat, they'd see a wrinkled forehead and a head so bald it could reflect like a mirror if washed often enough. His name was Wanyudo. He worked as a chariot puller before the bridge he was on burned. Not only was he killed, but so were the people whom he was transporting. As a result, he became a blazing wheel with a bald man's wide-eyed, angry face on it that would drag people screaming to Hell every time he ran into them--until he met up with Ai. Since then, he could turn into a literal chariot of fire that would take the entire group to the desired destination.

A young man, no taller than Ai, busily combed his short black hair. His name was Yamawaro, and he was simply used for a contorted immortality experiment after he went into a mansion with a caring woman and her crazy as fuck husband who lost their infant son. They took him in and all was fine and dandy for the first few weeks before the aforementioned experiments began happening. He then ran away, but not before witnessing the house get sucked into a tornado and catching a glimpse of the woman holding a boy in her arms who looked eerily like him. Before he was recruited, he looked like a pile of mushrooms. That walked.

A girl about as tall as a toddler approached Ai whilst on a tricycle. Her small kimono fit her nicely, and matched her brown hair and odd pupil-less, purple eyes. This girl was named Kikuri. She didn't count as a recruit, given her height. In fact, she simply followed the group around for no reason. Very little was known about her, other than the fact that she apparently wasn't human and the fact that she was very prone to possession. Given her size, she often acted like a child and got away with it. Legitimately.

Another girl as tall as Ai herself paced rather frantically in circles whilst incomprehensibly bitching about something. On her person there was a sword strapped onto her. The strap went over her shoulders and the sword itself was on her back. This young woman (she is called a young woman due to having endowments since eleven) was known by two names: Florarena Bloodlust, or if you were Ai Enma and her small clique of followers, Blood Raven. She was actually a kitsune who, sadly, was afflicted with full-blown autism and a really bad case of insanity. Not like that stopped her from carrying out orders unless she didn't understand said orders. She had a hybrid anomaly on her back--feathered wings becoming more bat-like, to be accurate. It remains unknown why she has wings, but that helped her in the long run. Dark red hair, which was rarely taken care of, sat on her head. She was a red fox. And by red, I mean blood red. She also had eyes of ice. Her sword, which was also a tsukunogami, was named Muramasa Onikiri. Like Ren, she was used at some point to kill. Blood Raven did have a past, yes, but she and the other recruits won't speak of it because it is gut-wrenchingly horrid. She's the one who has trouble pronouncing certain things, such as "Hone Onna."

A young man whose dark brown-black hair and deep blue eyes mirrored that of the Raven's simply stared at the sky. His name was Broken Love, so named for his power (he thinks it's more of a curse) of tampering with people's inner lusts and making them grow horns and fall in love with him in the same seating. He was in fact the Raven's twin brother, but he was miscarried and had to see what his sister saw. This, sadly, also drove him insane. Unlike the others, he and his sister were American (which gave the others so many ways to say "An American Kistune in Tokyo" every time they went to Japan for a specific client.)

The clouds passed by, the sun literally never set....same old same old.

A man's voice laughed. The Raven stopped pacing and turned to Ren. She raised a brow.

Upon hearing this laugh, Ren broke out of his trance. He noticed Flora looking at him. "It was not me. Find someone else to blame." He said with a shake of his head.

"What the hell is that thing?!" Broken Love cried out, pointing to the sky. At once, everyone present looked up and simultaneously gasped. Even Wanyudo, who'd been asleep, woke up in shock.

There in the sky was a being with a goat's head and a zebra-like monotone grey mane on his head. Alongside the back of his head, this mane turned black and furry. A yellow antler and blue sea-shell like horn sat on either side of his head in front of his ears. A fang stuck out of the upper right corner of his mouth. Red irises sitting on a canvas of yellow sclera eyed the group. His body was covered in brown feathers from collarbone to tail start. He had a lion's arm and orange horse leg with a brown hoof on one side and a gryphon's talon and dragon's green leg on the other. A blue, feathered wing and purple leathery bat wing held his contorted form airborne. A long, sleek, red-scaled dragon's tail was as long as his seemingly-serpentine body or perhaps even longer and it had red-pink spines. The tail ended in a tuft of red-pink fur.

"Holy fotch." Blood Raven said, wide-eyed with shock.

"More like 'holy shit.'" Tsuyu corrected, blinking in morbid awe.

Onikiri was rattling and vibrating like mad. She was cursing to high heaven.

"Well, isn't this quite the rude awakening?" Said the being with a toothy smile. He put talon and paw together and tapped their digits in rhythm. "I've been watching from my own world. I have a little deal for you."

"You can't!" Shouted the God of Hell angrily as he shook his own web.

"I thought you wanted souls to go to Hell. There's been a most peculiar lack, no?" Retorted the being, still smiling.

The God fell silent. Then, he said, "Go ahead."

"You see, through Hell itself, our worlds are connected. In effect, the same can be said for the Purgatory World we are currently in. So, I propose to you a deal: You lot go to my world of Equestria and simply do what you do best--ferrying souls, that is. However...there are two kinks you need to take into account before considering." Spoke the being.

"Those kinks being...?" Ai asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"I do believe you all recall not one, but two trips to a certain ghost town?" Asked the being.

Everyone glanced at one another, and then they looked up nodding.

"And I do suppose you recall what you were turned into?" He continued. Again, he was answered with more nods.

"Well, you all are to be turned into ponies. Yes, that's what they're called in my realm. That's the first kink." He said.

"What about me?!" Onikiri shouted with telepathy.

"You will be turned as well, don't worry. The second kink is that Equestria is ruled by Celestia and Luna--two goddess-like ponies who literally raise sun and moon every day. You have to remain undetected, for they tolerate no harm on their little ponies. And my name is Discord, by the way." Answered the being.

Ai looked at the others, and they nodded. She then looked at Discord.

"If it gets the God of Hell to shut up, I gladly take the offer, as do the others." She said.