“And coming up on your left is an attraction that the young folks are sure to enjoy, the Devil’s Pit!” Said the bulldog-faced elderly Californian to a group he was providing a tour to.

One of the younger members, however, wasn’t as excited. “Pfft, what’s so cool about a stupid hole?”

And so the man with a nose that looked ever the most obscene yanked up the scoffing youth by his collar and started shaking him. “Because you young folks love the devil! All yous with your hoola-hoops and your fresh fries! You’re all in league with Belphegor the prince of toilets!”

“Yo man, chillaxalot!”

After some work from a few of the other members of the tour group who separated the two, the tour guide straightened up his clothes and hiked up his shorts. “I swear, it’s all because of that rock and roll that’s giving you all your grandstanding and ideas for sinful clothes that show off ankles. You don’t see the Soviets listening to that lyrical garbage and look at them! Dressed in head to toe in bed sheets.”

“Mister Nixon?” A little girl holding an enormous lolli skipped out from the crowd and approached the perturbed ex-president.

“Why, what is it little missy?”

“Why is rock and roll related to Satan?”

“Ah, now there’s a fine young girl. Unlike the rest of you, this one’s got a good head on her shoulders. Well brace yourself, because I’ve got one heckuva story to tell the lot of you. A horrible tale about a group of six teenagers who band together for the sake of Rock and Roll. And believe me, you’ll know by the end why the Prince of Darkness is responsible for your Buddy Hollies, Ducks, and your Justin Biebers.”

At the mention of the last name the entire crowd shuddered, and so the tone was set for the story about to unfold. “This story is called My Little Satan: Devil Worship is Magic.”

Author's Note

The full name of this story is actually "My Little Satan: Equestria Girls: Rainbow Rocks: Devil Worship is Magic"