Calcifer.

The human stared into the eye's of his father.  The deep, burning red eyes of his father.  Although, what was before him wasn't the man who raised him at all.  A burning in Calcifer's stomach started to ignite, and his face cringed in bitter hatred.

The monster raised both of his arms to the height of his shoulder blades, and in a mocking sarcastic tone the being taunted him.

"What, you not happy to see me, son?"

Tormenting rage bubbled to his head, and Calcifer scolded through his clenched teeth with every fiber of his near-damned soul,  "How dare you take on my Dad's you burning piece of SHHHIT!"

Lucifer chuckled amusingly, letting his arms fall down to his sides.  Then in the discorded rot of his voice said, "I thought you might have wanted to see your old man's face.  I just wanted to pop by and say hi!"

What pissed Calcifer off the most was that the Devil was speaking to him like he was an old friend.

Calcifer drew his sword, and quickly tipped the point at Satan, who was still standing behind the three body-tables.

"Oh, what? You gonna slice me and dice me all the way from the other side of the room?  Your not that stupid Andrew."

"Don't you dare even spit my name, snake!"

"I think we can do without the name calling my soul."

"MY SOUL BELONGS TO GOD!"

"THEN WHY DID YOU END YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE LIFE ON EARTH!?"

Silence...  Thats all there was in the room.

Calcifer's head was still hot with rage, but his hands were red with guilt.

It was true; the night of the funeral of his wife and daughter, Calcifer had pierced himself through the heart with the very same blade he was pointing at Lucifer now.

Calcifer's tongue tied itself.  Satan's words had rendered him mute.  His damnation was his own fault yes, but his heart was broken.  Why him?  Why did his fate have to be this?  A gamble for his soul between a world of ponies, and Hell.

Satan laughed from within the fire of his stomach, "Heheh, Cat got your tongue boy?"

Calcifer lowered his blade to the floor, bowing his head and letting the bangs of his hair shield his sight from the evil before him.

"Why are you here Lucifer?"  He spoke steadily.

"I'm here to make a proposition."

A proposition for what?

Instead of asking intently, Calcifer bluntly asked, "What?"  in between his teeth.

"What I want is simple..."

Satan swiftly moved from his spot behind the three tables, and stood infront of Calcifer; all within the time of a dash of an eyelid.

Somehow Satan also managed to strip off the body sheets of all six dead ponies in the room, revealing 6 pale colored Equines lying on metal tables/stretchers.  The sheets found themselves on a single corner within the morgue.

Satan's ever-burning breath blew humid, damning air  on Calcifer's face, causing the human's body to send cold shivers up his spine.

A low grumble came from within the monster's stomach.  Lucifer grasped Calcifer's chin with his thumb and index fingers, and made the human look into his eyes.  He still had the image of his father.

The graying 9 o clock shadow beard, the now-less-than humble and still red eyes, the roughly thick head of old brown hair.

Calcifer wondered what his real father was doing now, back on Earth.

Lucifer spoke fluently through his human-like teeth.

"I will give you your Angel, and your soul, if you give these ponies to me."

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Leave your comments deciding what Calcifer should do.

I WILL take the most voted for.

It's in your hands to either damn (Rainbow, Twilight, Lemons, AppleJack, Rarity, and Pinkie.) to Lucifer, or save them and hopefully save their lives.

(Voting will end in three days from now.) -_N_-