The Pain Of Death

Death stood there, staring into the fate globe, viewing the failure of his pawn, Tirek. "These damned ponies have to die at some point!" He said in his deep, low, demonic voice. He looked at the yellow one, pulling up his gaze orb, he tapped into her mind. He saw what she saw through it, seeing that she and her friends were losing their 'friendship' power after it had been used, a giant castle of crystals appeared.

"Mine looks better" he said, waving his hand, making the orbs follow him out of his basement. He resurfaced bellow a doorway, closing the trap door before leaving, he admired his castle's interior. Shelves made of charred bones held spirit jars, and in this small room alone, there were 5084 souls trapped here. He pulled his scythe from his demonic power bag, which held everything death would need. Waving his scythe at his feet, he teleported to the front gates. He looked at the wall, at the top, the tortured spirits stood guard, making sure the heavenly forces don't strike again.

He watched the gate close, signifying that an angelic warrior was inside. He put a fist in front of his face, opening it, the ground shook, making the angelic angel fall from the barrel he was hiding in. The warrior had a look of panic on his face, as he watched Death approach him. He put on a hardened stare, as he reached for his sword. "I will slay you foul demon! Just like how we have slain Lucifer!" He yelled, getting up. He charged at Death, but he just put and arm out, making the sword fly away, and the warriors head to shrink a little from the dark forces.

"His name, is Lord Satan, and he was 10 times weaker then me" Death said, raising his scythe, making the warrior panic. "You may send him a message from me, saying that his dinner has arrived" he said, the scythe glowing an eerie red, it slashed down, decapitating the warrior. He waved his hand up, bringing the head of the fallen angel to him, as it grasped for air. "Tell him that his son, Death, says 'feast' as well" he said, lighting his hand on fire, melting the head slowly.

Dropping the puddle of brain and flesh, he looked at his castle of charred corpses again. "This last body shall finish my torture chamber" he said, lighting the body on fire, charring it. He picked it up in a magic hold, having it float behind him while he used his scythe as a walking stick. He walked through the castles front door, revealing his throne room. His throne was that of skulls, heads, bones, and organs. He walked to the throne, swinging his scythe. The throne split, making the top float up, and the bottom sink down, revealing a secret passage behind it.

He walked through, making the throne reattach itself, back to it's original state of condition. He walked on, looking back at the two orbs, he saw the ponies celebrating, and they were all still alive. "That sickens me" he said, turning his attention to the tunnel he was in. After 10 minutes of walking, he stepped into an unfinished room. He levitated the body in front of him, the put his hand into a fist at lightning speed, making the body crush up into 2 big blocks of charred corpse.

Levitating them into place, a bunch of torture devices started appearing. He turned around, seeing the orb again, revealing to much happiness, he grew angry. "If they won't die by themselves, then I'll hurry them along!" He yelled in an angry demonic voice, making the castle shake. He swung his scythe around, cutting the fate orb in half, creating a portal. "Prepare thine selves, little ponies" he said, walking through.