Author's Note

Already had this almost completed. Figured I get it done tonight before checking the vote count on my last blog post.

Enjoy.

Bows and Enemies

The Chamber of Hell

A cold and decrepit figure left the twisted and depraved ninth circle of fire, his fingernails gouging the eyes of an unlucky sinner who committed a heinous crime. Though his body was separate from his, the reputation that perceived hell was not exaggerated with this thin demon that lust for the screams of his prisoners. He took great pleasure in his victim trying to cry for help, a sickly grin cracking on his face, showing the frozen souls he made into razor-sharp teeth to tear the flesh of the man he recently decapitated with a single bite.

He built the ideals of eternal punishment with the influence that would rid the smallest of hope and the faith of the creator would be broken on the first into fire. He planned on writing every torture that blossomed into his mind for later uses, but for now, he had a meeting to attend.

"Should I be worried?" He asked in a broken, echoed voice, staring at the slender figures clad in obsidian based armor.

"Lord Bagan, we advise that you do not overstep your boundaries," One of them cautioned, their voice grim. "He has become very agitated lately."

Bagan, the Lord of Suicide, chuckled before opening his cloak, which revealed an endless pocket of trapped souls swirling in the blackness before he reached inside. He grabbed a handle and tossed them into his mouth as a snack. He listened to his own teeth cracking each one individually, like a nut giving under pressure from a nutcracker, the screeches and cries of pain reverberating his taste for suffering.

He tossed the head in his hand and nourished the slimy taste with a bit of the blood dripping off his hand. It's not my fault we lost that damn brat to the horse. He really needs to learn to take a chill pill.

The guard to his left muttered a curse beneath his ragged breath. "It's the same thing with the king. When are we going to get a break?"

"Good luck with that," Bagan mocked, alarming the guard that he was not on deaf ears. "Getting a break might as well be finding a way to the heavens and ripping it apart." He began to recall his short-lived time in such a sanctuary. "Damn, I miss that big puff of cloudy pleasure. If it wasn't for Faust and Mithra joining that almighty asshole during the war, we would have been living like gods."

Bagan laughed as he regained his composure. He wiped the blood from his lips with back of his hand, his eyes glowing a deep orange, the pupils curved and sharp. "You two would have loved the heavens. I still can't count how many angels I fucked."

"We're here," Both guards said as they stopped at a pair of bone-structured doors, the cries of help echoing through them for a moment.

The doors slowly opened with the numerous chains that held tormented souls, a crack of fire from the warden and their charred, exposed spines ruptured with the everlasting agony of an eternal flame that could only be doused by the king himself. They're cries of pain lasted as long as the doors opened before the unholy terror roared at them with his mighty voice.

"SHUT UP!"

Bagan tilted his head to the left to avoid a man that was judged for his mass murders and now flying through the air after the King of Hell shouted so hard that the chains ripped out of the flesh, leaving a rain of blood before he crashed into a wall and exploded into a gory mess of organs.

"He's just irritated," Bagan commented, although the scene in front of him was not irritation at all.

The ancient demon stepped in and waited for the guards to shut the doors before approaching his king, who was, without a doubt, in a very agitated mood and not stopping anytime soon. Stepping into the dim light of the council chamber, he came upon hundreds of ripped, burnt or crushed humans and mystical creatures groaning in their suffering, reaching up to him for mercy while their punisher continued to pummel a female Lycanthrope against a column for showing a shred of hope.

Hope was supposed to be like water in the pits of hell—it's not meant to exist. However, there was always a defiant soul that manage to keep a grasp of their free will and fight the demons of hell. The King of Hell, on the other hand, was not one to sit idly and watch someone make a mockery of his empire. He dealt with them personally, just as he had dealt with the Lycanthrope by tearing her head off to start his conversation with Bagan.

"You're late." he remained still in the dark to hide the blood that stained his armor. "Perhaps I should have Ecthalia follow you around and make sure you do not waste my time."

Bagan chuckled at his growling leader, the piercing orange eyes meaning little to him. "Time is but a joke in our world, my king. It does not exist, so how could I possibly be late?"

"Do not joke with me, Bagan, or you will be the next sack of meat I crush!"

"As you wish," Bagan bowed for a moment. "Now how about we get down to business."

"It's simple," Lucifer replied. "The remaining myths that have not sided with us have made some means of escape to their fellow sisters. They plan to help the boy grow."

"Oh dear," Bagan mused, pretending to care. "That could be a problem. Should I use the rift to observe him?"

Lucifer shook his head. "No, I want to see how he develops. It's not every day you see a myth with so much potential."

"That could be bad though." Bagan reminded him. However, the smile on his king removed what little doubt he had in his empty chest.

"Well let's just see how he is," Lucifer said, levitating an orb and giving it a little tap which made it project the image he wanted.

Meanwhile in Canterlot

"You are not leaving until I am finished and that is final!" Rarity exasperated with hairbrushes and scissors levitating around her. She would have given anything for a chair that was enchanted to strap a pony—or fox in her case—to the seat and keep them as still as a statue.

Silence and a bemused look. That's all she can hear and see while standing between the newly groomed prince and the door to his escape.

"I will crap on your floor!" Leo shouts not in fear but anger, still scratching at the bows in his hair while his marefriend continues to lie on her back, holding her sides and laughing at his new look.

This was an expected response to the fashionista, but she was prepared. She knew his weakness and had it quickly heated on her oven.

"I was right to assume that you would fight with me when the bows were added," She lets out a sigh as she focuses on the platter sitting at her table, bringing it to her with the aroma hitting the boy's nose. "Which is why I had this cooked for your next visit."

Leo's vision shot from the smirking unicorn to the reheated yet finely smoked delicacy floating to her side, it's sweet smell punching him again with the glaze of lemon juice dripping off the fins and mouth. He realized his aunt was dead serious about getting him to wear bows but was too fixated on the treat that she was teasingly holding out for him with her magic.

Rarity could see the pleading look in Leo's eyes as he licked his fangs like a predator. He could deny him this. Oh, she could do it and smile about it without a shred of regret. The fact is, she knew that brute force was not her forte' and he was a very agile boy and trying to capture him was just plain foolish. Not even the help of Princess Luna would be enough, so she had to outsmart him.

He begins to whimper like he did as a pup and reaches out to the platter, his instincts kicking in at full force.

"Is our sweet little fox hungry for some smoked salmon?" The smell was enough to make her vomit, but she had to be strong if she wanted to finish.

Though he was still in his bipedal form, Leo was somehow able to make the same yip he would in his fox form when he was desperate for attention or impatient at dinner time. It was adorable to the mares that he was so easy to manipulate and giggled at one another as he stood in the same spot with pleading eyes and a quivering lip.

"Sit." Rarity points at the chair.

With that said, Leo made haste to his seat in front of the mirror and planted his rear in it without argument. He put the towel she used to keep the cut hair off his neck back on and sat very still as the two mares approached him, his treat going to Luna for safekeeping before he could snatch it from her.

Rarity wastes no time resuming her work, but she does nuzzle his head and whispers: "Good boy."

That got a grunt out of Leo as he watches his uptight aunt cut more strands of his hair and puts another yellow bow in. He wishes he had turned back into a fox and just remained that way, but it was too late and he was not going to let such a rare treat escape him. He was going to endure the pain of looking feminine and ignore everyone when they see him back at the castle. It was fish after all.

Still, it was wrong to be a teenage boy with bows in your hair.

Once the last bow was in, Leo opted for some unknown force to appear from the sky and strike him with the power of a thousand alicorns to end this unending nightmare of feminism. He mustered every ounce of willpower to not rip the bows out and burn them to a pile of ash, and then take the salmon after it had been teasingly calling to him. Stuff your emotions was a serious understatement, as the boy had taken the treat in one gulp and chewed furiously, bone and all as Rarity and Luna awed at how adorable he was.

"Doesn't he look smashing?" A tick mark formed on Leo's forehead after Rarity asked that question, and he then stood up from his seat to quickly revert to his fox form and find a dark hole to hide in forever. Unfortunately, changing into that form left strands of fur inside his new attire after slipping out of it.

I will never show my face again. He made sure to shrink down to a normal fox and crawled behind the curtains as bystanders passed by and got a glimpse of his new look. The laughter could be heard across Canterlot.

Rarity inhaled sharply after sweeping the mess off the floor and groaned at finding Leo's clothes on the floor and him hiding with his tails sticking out from behind said curtains, swishing and patting the floor aggressively. Given that two hours of hard work should be appreciated, he could have at least gone upstairs to strip and change back before hiding from the world. But considering this is her first real victory against the boy who put glue all over her bed, she would not scold him when he is already suffering enough.

"Perhaps you will learn not to prank the mare who makes you clothes." She insinuated, grabbing a nearby camera and preparing her shot.

Leo did not have to think very long to understand that his aunt had gotten her revenge for his pranks and immediately shot out of the curtains with nothing but pure rage and humiliation on his face. He leaped close to the unicorn to give her a trim with the hair trimmer, but he was blinded by a sudden flash and slid across the floor into a hamper of dresses that Rarity decided to redo.

"This will make a perfect Hearth's Warming gift for Discord." She giggled, holding the picture after it finished printing for Luna to see and compliment:

"Discord will be most pleased."

"This is supposed to be the last of the kyuubis?" Bagan questioned with a blank stare and turned to his king who was still trying to process what he had just seen.

Bagan turned back to image inside the orb and grinned. "Well at least when you take possession of his body, you will be a very pretty overlord."

"Don't make me incinerate you." Lucifer threatened.