BOX

A hill looked over the small town of Ponyville. The mountain that held Canterlot loomed over the small and peaceful town. My black cloak rippled in the wind along with my black fur and my red and black mane. I pulled my hood over my head with my dark magic and spread my black wings and closed my eyes, tears spilling out. You may have disowned me dear sister, my dark past has kept me away from you for too long. As my name is Shadow Death, Luna I will find yo-! I  felt an impact on the back of my head and I fell to the ground, the sweet smell of grass in my nostrils.

Twilight Sparkle carried a very lumpy sack through the streets of Ponyville, saying hello to everyone as she walked. The opening of the sack was held shut with her lavender magic. She opened the door to her library and walked in, closing the door behind her. She sat down the sack and walked over to the small table with the pony head as the centerpiece. She walked to it slowly and whispered into its ear, "Varstovic, Ustenad, Cayout." The pedestal rumbled, then began to depress into the floor. Twilight calmly walked onto the newly formed stairs with the sack in tow. She reached the end of the stairs quickly, picking up a torch along the way.

At the end there was a large dark cavern carved out of the rock. It was dark until she lit a pitch soaked brazier which ignited, casting light to the contents of the room. There was a pedestal surrounded by layers of books. On the pedestal lay a small blue hexagonal box. Twilight set down the sack, then walked over to the box, mumbling as she spoke. She started to pick up various items. A bowl was the first, followed by a small vial and dried plants and other ingredients, slowly crushing them and adding small drops of liquid from the vial. "Where is that book?!" she cried.

"Hey, over here!" came a small shrilly voice from a stack of random tomes. A book flew towards her, papers floating from its inside out. The cover was a thing out of nightmares, with two dark red eyes and a large mouth filled with teeth and a large unlit crude bomb.

"Bombinomicon, do you still have the page on summoning various spirits?"

"Of course I do lady! What do you think I am? I transformed a black Scottishman's eye into a bloody floating monster and can summon bombs at will. So yes I still have that bloody page."

"You shouldn't be so disrespectful Bombinomicon. I did save you from that stupid wizard and his absolutely boring roomate. So if you please, would you turn to the page and please service to our 'guest'.

"Eeh sure thing boss." said the cursed book, and flew over to the now struggling sack while flipping its pages. He untied the sack somehow and dumped the wriggling alicorn onto the stone. Twilight looked at the figure that she had bludgeoned on the hill.

"Who the hell are you?!" He cried, lighting his horn with red magic.

"Ah, ah, ah." said the Bombinomicon, flipping briefly to one of its pages. "Hey, here's that spell! Babmozib prundo! Now your horn is a bomb!" The alicorn looked up and realized that his horn was indeed a small bomb. "Use any magic", continued the book, "and your head goes BOOM! Hahaha! I would detonate it now, but my boss needs you for something."

"What do you need me for?"" the alicorn whimpered.

"I need you for a spell that will bring a... 'friend' into this dimension. Now hold still." Her horn lit up with magic and a small stone table rose out of the ground under the alicorn.

"What the!?" were the only things he was able to say before stone molded over his hooves, rendering him immobile. She walked up to him, now adorned in a robe of pure red as if woven from blood.

"Lord Inglip," she began to murmur, pulling a bowl and brush out, mixing the liquid inside, "I offer unto you this virginal sacrifice of immortal blood." She began to paint on the alicorn's face, gritty liquid streaming down his face and into his mouth.

"I can hear you you know right!?" the terrified creature yelled, spitting out gritty paint.

"Bring forth the opener of locks, the Master of the Doors of Death and Life, the one will allow anyone who calls upon him to wield the total unsurpable powers of Hell itself! Bring Him Forth!" she was yelling at this point, placing the bowl at the base of the small table. "Bring forth THE GREAT AND POWERFUL BEN!" She levitated a small ornamental knife to her captives throat, and before he could protest, she slit his throat. His blood spilled down the crevices of the table and pooled in the bowl of remaining paint.

"Quick Bombinomicon! Say the words!"

The Bombinomicon did not hesitate before blurting, "Servitor, Adsiret, Gostaer, Okseisted, HATS!"

At this last word, a black smoke lifted out of the bowl and worked its way over to the lit brazier and extinguished it. As the light died, a pale red light filled the room and a form grew, leading up to the ceiling. It leaned over Twilight and the Bombinomicon and its true form was revealed. It was a huge demon with bright blue skin and a chest plate fashioned out of bones Its face was equally as terrifying It was a face as like none other than Twilight had seen.

"I am the almighty Ben." It growled, its voice raspy and almost bored sounding. "What do you require of me?"

"Almighty Ben," began Twilight Sparkle, "I wish of you to open this vessel to allow me to gazeth upon the contents inside." She offered him the box, which Ben picked up with a two claws. He examined it and gave a sudden growl

"This box is an unbreakable construct. Only made to be opened by one individual that I will never name. I am sorry magical talking horse, I will not help you." He began to shrink into the bowl until the only thing that was left was Twilight, the Bombinomicon, and a dead Alicorn.

She sighed. "Bombinomicon, can you clean up this mess please? Everypony will get suspicious if I carry out a bloody lumpy sack.

"Don't feel bad boss," said the book as he unlatched the alicorn and stuffed him back into the sack. "We all make mistakes, hell look at Merasmus. That wizard was one taco short of being a supreme."

She looked at him as she folded her cloak. "Thanks Bombinomicon."

She waled back up the stairs replacing the torch as she went leaving the Bombinomicon in silence. He looked left, then right before finally opening his pages. He stopped and a portal opened, in which he nudged the sack.

"Hey Merasmus!" he called into the portal.

"WHO'SE THERE!" came a loud resounding voice.

"Have a Blast!" the book replied, igniting the bomb that was still on the alicorn before slamming the portal shut. He imagined the bomb exploding as he floated back up the stairs, resealing the entrance as he left.