Calcifer.

Calcifer lifted his head up, and stared into the Devil's eyes.

The burning red irises painted on his father's face filled his stomach with a nauseous feeling that one could only get by being in the presents of true evil.

Whatever and why-ever Lucifer would want these pony's souls was beyond Calcifer, but he would never in all his existence, give the being in front of him anything.

Calcifer smirked under the breath of the Satan, and said a sentence that should have been texted in pure gold and laced in marble.

"On behalf of every soul trapped in Hell, every life you've ruined, every broken spirit by your hands; I say in their memory and countenance, 'Fuck off Lucifer.'  "

Calcifer quickly hoisted his sword up, and jabbed it completely through Satan's chest; the tip of the blade protruding from his back, and carrying with it all his hatred and loath.

Lucifer scowled into Calcifer's brown eyes, "Fine... I'll tell your Angel you no longer need him."

In the next moment, Lucifer was gone.

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