Calcifer.

The four hanging bulbs of light slightly dangled back and fourth from their wires on the ceiling, making the shadows dance in small circles with the incandescent glow.  The ceiling was invisible by the darkness in the room, but the reflective whiteness of the walls could be just barely seen.  The door concealed Calcifer in the morgue.

He felt he had somewhat lied to Luna; IF what he was about to do failed to save the life of one of the ponies, it was just their time to go.  Their was no security in reviving a life, and what he was about to do would probably Entire him back to Hell.

The only source of holy water in this world was the waterfall in Everfree, and it was too far away for him to make after he performed (or at least tried to perform) the miracle.

Micheal... Calcifer doubted he would come to his rescue again.

Nuntius...

Calcifer shoved the thought of Nuntius out of his mind... It was his fault where his Angel was.  He could only pray that God's army was out to save him now.

Every event that happened this night happened way too quickly.  Too many events had taken place for his liking, most of them were bad.  In fact pretty much every event that happened this night was bad, but BAD tend to happen when they're around.

Calcifer stood still, wrapped in his conscience.

If he performed the miracle, and went to Hell out of the Enticing he was sure to receive, he would never see his family in Heaven, never see his daughter's smile, never see his wife's eyes... never... be happy... for eternity.

Was the lives of these six ponies worth his soul?

Calcifer, still standing in his one spot for now over a few minutes, continued to be in thought.

A small clink of metal hitting metal drove Calcifer out of his debate.  The man turned around...

Nothing was out of place, the bodies were still covered and in the same positions; no being, Angel nor Demon nor mortal, was in the room.

Calcifer turned back around to consume himself again in his thoughts, debunking the sound as only a creak from one of the body drawers that were opened by the doctor mere minutes ago.

*clink

The sound opted again, alittle more louder.  Calcifer ignored it.

*CLINK CLINK CLINK CLINK CLINK CLINK CLINK.

Seven distinguishable clinks sounded from one particular open body drawer.

Calcifer shifted his body to the outed metal stretchers, the sound had stopped but it sounded like it was meant to go off for a specific purpose.

The human hurriedly walked to the three drawers, stopping at the middle one.

A sheet-covered body of a pony laid on the middle stretcher protruding from the wall.  A small red glow shined through the thin white sheet, and appeared to be a pendant necklaced around the pony's throat.

Calcifer stood for a moment, staring at the burning crimson glow of the somehow familiar shape of the pendant shining under the body-sheet.

Without another thought, he quickly threw the sheet off the pony's body, revealing a pale purple unicorn facing towards him with limp closed eyes.  The sheet floated to the floor under him.

Around the corpse's neck was a rosary, a necklace of protection against evil.

How did this pony get this?

Calcifer became into a state of a trance.  A rosary was a "weapon" of God, this pony must have had contact with someone who is either an Angel, God himself, or someone who has been visited by either.

If this mare had a rosary and used it, she and her friends might have been alive right now, as it turned out this mare didn't know how to use a rosary, considering the dead around him.

Wait...

A realization struck Calcifer, and the crimson glow of the rosary's crucifix pendant turned to that of normal glow-less metal.

These ponies were meant to die...  but He was here.

Was he meant to be here for the purpose of these ponies lives?

A dead silence filled the room, something didn't feel right...

"Got the cold feet now don't you?"

A rough, masculine voice broke the silence of the room like an earthquake on water.

Calcifer simultaneously spun behind him, while filling the entirety of his lungs with gasping air from the shock he drastically received.

Standing behind the three medical tables, in the darkness of the other side of the room, was Calcifer's father.