Calcifer.

No more thoughts... no more what if's... Calcifer fully believed he was meant to do this.

Six dead ponies laid on six metal beds, three of which were protruding from a wall.

It was time to go back to Hell, only out of a hope that he could save each of them.

Out of love he spoke out loud to only two people who couldn't probably see nor hear him.

"Isabelle, Ashley, I'm sorry.  I love you."

That was all he needed to say.

Those were his last words to his daughter and wife.

He turned to the corpse of the purple mare, the closest body to him.

The pony's eyes were completely burned out of the skull.  A horrible thing yes, but only a small act in the eyes of Demonics.

It's only sad that it happened to someone innocent.

Calcifer took a long, lingering breath; closing his eyes in concentration.

Still blind, he placed his right hand over the mare's eyes, and breathed out slowly.

He raised his left hand to his mouth, palm out, and whispered "Incendium."

Immediately, a small blue tongue of fire danced on his middle and index finger.

The tingling sensation started in his inflamed hand, but this time the purpose was different.

"Animatum Corpus."

Upon saying the words the fire flickered twice, then turned a shade of deep emerald green.  What happened to the flame next, was something unimaginable; the tongue of fire froze, as if it was taken by a picture.

The small green fire dropped into Calcifer's palm.

The bottom was round and smooth, the top where the flame licked it's air was pointed, and sharp.

It was the texture of glass, but upon a single touch of this frozen fire, you could sense that there was power within the object.

Energy emitted a soft, rhythmic pulse from the emerald flame... it was medicine, made by the miracle of transubstantiation.

His right hand was still over the mare's eyes, warming only a small part of the cold body.

He opened his eyes, and stared at the corpse.

Calcifer closed his fist around the glass flame, and moved his hand to the pony's mouth.

He stuck out his index finger and opened the purple mare' mouth, wide as it could get.

The human took one last breath, and put the glassed flame into her mouth.

He wrapped the muzzle with his left hand, enclosing the small emerald fire within, and the right stayed over the body's eyes.

Calcifer closed his eyes, he needed the utmost concentration, because he was about to tell God that he chose Hell.

He took one more inhale...

"Ciao Dio,"

-Hello God,

" Quando sono scappato dall'inferno, grazie alle vostre Nuntius Angelo, mi hai datola possibilità di guadagnare il mio passaggio in cielo."

-When I escaped from Hell, thanks to your Angel Nuntius, you gave me the chance to earn my passage into Heaven...

"Ho fatto del mio meglio per fare quello che mi ha chiesto di fare in questo mondo,  e mi dispiace, ma io ti ho fallito...."

-I have done my best to do what you asked me to do in this world, and I'm sorry, but I have failed you...

"Invece, ho deciso di dare la mia anima, corpo e spirito to Hell, al fine di salvare le anime di questi sei pony...

-Instead, I have decided to give my soul, body, and spirit to Hell, in order to save the souls of these six ponies...

"Così, nel nome del Padre, del Figlioe dello Spirito Santo, Dico quod ultima verba ancillae tuae..."

-So in the name of the Father, the Son, and the holy spirit, I say my last word as your servant...

"Incendium."

-Fire.

His last word sent an explosion of green fire inside Twilight's body, her hide glowed emerald, as well as her horn, hair, and under the hand of Calcifer, the formations of new eyes.

The light was blinding, but the brightness didn't take Calcifer's eyes off the body.

Three minutes past, it was time...

Calcifer lifted his hand off the mare's mouth, opened it, and retrieved the still glassy tongue of green fire.

The flame looked as it did when it entered the body's mouth, energy still pulsing inside it.

The body of the mare, was healed.

The heart, brain, and all other organs were fully functional and working.

The pony was even breathing again, her breaths were soft and vivid, but dry.

The only thing she needed was her missing soul.

Calcifer held the glassed flame in his right hand, proud of his action, but there was one last thing he had to do.

The human had to give her her soul back.

He leaned over the pony's head, his lips just inched away from her's.

The mare's lips were parted slightly, and her breath smelt of roses.

Calcifer smiled and whispered softly yet coolly, "Hey you, on the other side..."

There was no response from Twilight, because Calcifer wasn't speaking to the pony.  He was speaking to Satan.

"She's not yours."

Calcifer moved forward, and kissed Twilight.  Not out of love, but out of life.

He withdrew from the kiss.

The pony took a long, lingering, deep breath in.  She was saved.

But could Calcifer save the other five?

A stab of burning pain shot up his left leg, the Enticing process back to Hell was beginning.