"So, Mr..."

"Anon, short for anonym-"

"Jack, as I was saying. Let me get this straight. You wish to sell your immortal soul in exchange for a one way trip to Equestria..."

"Uh, yes?"

"Whereupon you, and correct me if I'm wrong, wish to begin a rein of terror by brutally murdering as many innocents in numerous and creative ways as you can until you are eventually stopped, but not before making you're eternal mark upon an innocent world as a monster that would go down in legend for thousands of years to come, thereby securing you a sense of immortality. Oh, and you're going make a bad name for any and all future humans that may go there, but that's besides the point. That sound about right?"

"Is...is it beyond your power?"

"Oh, no. Inter-dimensional travel is well within my purview. I just wanted to make sure I had this right for the record. Bureaucracy, you understand."

"Oh, oh thank goodness. You had me worried for a moment-I've sacrificed quite a bit to get your services after all."

...

"Say..."

"How about a little wager?"

"Um, okay?"

"If you manage to kill anyone within, say, twenty-four hours of your arrival, then your trip will be on me. No eternal hell fire and all that pleasantry. I'll even let you keep trying so long as you have the will to continue, and, hell-pardon the pun-I'll throw in a kit with some essentials to get you started. So, what do you say?"

"Um, you're not trying to trick me, are you?"

"Me? A demon trick you? Please, I wouldn't sink that low. There's no catch. So, I'll ask again, do you accept the terms of the contract?"

"Hmm, well, you have been pretty upfront about things, and it does sound like a good deal. Sure, why not."

"Excellent."

"So, how is this going to-"

Poof.

"Hehe. This is gonna be good."

Author's Note

And so it begins.

I wonder, is this technically darker than the second chapter of my Chrysalis story?

Eh, whatever. Although, I am genuinely concerned with how much I am enjoying writing the demon.

As always any feedback and constructive criticism is welcome. They're the only way I'll ever learn from my own mistakes and grow as a writer, after all. Flames will be used to roast delicious marshmallows.