When the Belle tolls...

A/N: I'm back and not dead if any of you were wondering. This chapter may seem a bit rushed since I realized how old the last chapter is so here is a little treat for you guys!

Sweetie Belle shot up from the hard burgandy mud substance she was laying on, glancing around quickly in search of her bearings and location. As she looked round she saw what would make any filly cry; much of her surroundings were made of a different shades of reds and browns featured in the high peaked mountains and oceans of lava but small black buildings stood out in the hellish terrain, managing to look even more demonic than there backgrounds.

Sweetie immediately started to try and run, screaming in fright until she was suddenly, brutally yanked back by her neck and fell to the ground and stopped sprawled across the floor on her side.

She counldn't fell anything but pain, as if her whole body had been dunked in one of the surrounding oceans and left to burn before having all her joint's disconnected from there sockets; excruciatingly painful to say the least.

Sweetie opened her mouth to release another fear filled cream but the only sound that she could here was her ragged breathing. She didn't make a second attempt in fear of suffering another intense pain in her neck.

As Sweetie Belle lay on her side in pain she could still pick various sounds of cries filled with pain and sadness matched to the almost rythmic sobbing with the loud crack of whips making the beat that all fitted together to make the chorus of hell.

Suddenly Sweetie felt the familiar sensation of being pulled by her tail and she looked down to find a blackish-indigo coloured stallion; his mane was ragged and filled with shades of ichor and stone grey and his eyes were mismatched with one being pure red and the other being an azure iris. His teeth were jagged with one of his front canines extending into a fang. The stallion's face showed an expression of anger and dismay as he dragged her along the burgundy floor.

She tried and couldn't escape the stallions clasp on her tail so she just allowed herself to be dragged to whatever destination she would be taken too.

(Yes there is a time skip.)

Sweetie Belle took notice of the lack of movement and cautioned a look upwards, wincing due to the pain in her neck.

She was in an open-aired room with walls and floor coloured in pure black; the walls hardly decorated with only the occasional tapestry envisioning a black flame on a red background. From the ceiling hung silver chandeliers that were severely spaced out and burned with a strong blue flame on each corner of the hexagonal lighting ornament.

She slowly worked her way back onto four hooves again and started hyperventilating when she took note of the immortal god of the dead leisurely sitting at the far end of the room.

Said god was casually lounging in a throne made of Obsidian with silver engravings. The god took the appearance of a large concrete grey alicorn stallion with giant black demonic wings sprouting from his back. His mane a dark crimson red with white and black mixed in, a matching tail accompanying it.

"Come here... Little filly." The stallion said, a velvety voice coming from his lips.

Sweetie Belle knew exactly what her choice was but instead she broke down in tears and curled into a futile position on the floor. Her sobs could not be heard either, adding sadness to her immediate emotions.

Nearing hoofsteps soon filled her ears before a low grunt was heard and she felt herself be lifted into the air, she gave a futile attempt of resistance but gave up and lied on her courier's back, the courier being the same stallion from earlier.

Finally Sweetie Belle felt herself slide back onto the hard floor, summoning a minor amount of courage she looked up. The demon stallion was looking down at her, sympathy in his eyes and a look that said 'i'm sorry' or 'be careful' before he backed away. Just down the hall.

Sweetie Belle turned her head and found herself looking at the alicorn. Her heart racing she shakily got to her hooves, waiting for him to say or do something.

Suddenly she felt herself be lifted into the air, carried until she was in front of the alicorn's face, held by the scruff of her neck like some sort of pet.

He just stared at her for a minute or so before he broke out into deep laughter, menacing laughter at that.

He suddenly stopped laughing and looked at her, dead seriously. She could see his horn slowly lighting with a obelisk shaded aura.

She hung there for a few moments, before she felt the feeling of herself slipping, going into a deep sleep that she would never wake from.

She slipped...

Their you go everyone, your appreciated story and apparently also my most popular story is back with as many demons as before, and as much hell as you can fit on a webpage. Hell yeah, that sounded good. Also new cover-art! Awesome. Sorry the chapter was short but I had to get another one out for your guys, but. But, but, but, but there shall be a halloween update coming with blood dripping-muffins. Hope you enjoy! And sorry for the cliffhanger!