The Demons

This is the story about how fucked up my life is. Everypony just seems to be normal...I, for one, am not. I'm a demon. An unholy, heartless creature. Though, I would prefer not to be called one all the time, it does annoy me. For the fact that you don't know me very well, I'm 23 years old, I work as a lawyer and my life is very depressing...I'm a pegasus that can't even fly at all. I have a black mane with green tips (same with my tail, green eyes...that glow when in demon form...and a white coat of fur and the 'justice is blind' symbol ponyfied.

It was an early Thursday morning, the sun was shining through my bedroom window. It was 9am. Yeah, I needed to get ready for work, quickly. I did all the usual things that you would do in the morning before leaving for work. When I left my apartment, I locked the door, put the key in my pocket and galloped off quickly to work. Since I'm a lawyer, I work in an office in a highly secured building, working on various cases and defending my clients. It's the same thing everyday. No day off at all. It does suck, but I still do it. When I arrived at work, I checked in and made my way to my office and when I went in, I saw about five files on my desk. Something's going on...

I walked over to my desk, sat down on my chair and took a look at them, one by one. One of them was somepony that I knew when I was a little colt. "Solar Wing...what the hell happened to you?" I asked myself, reading his file to find out. "Satanic markings, wing feathers pulled out, eyes bleeding...how horrific...", I thought, the look of shock on my face. I pretty much liked this stallion, too bad that he's dead. The next four files had information about ponies that I didn't even know at all. After going through them all, I had a sudden realisation that I was the one who killed them...

"GRIM DARK!!" a voice cried, storming into my office. It was a 53 year old mare who was head of The Lawyers Committee. I nearly jumped out of my seat...being away in my own world and all! "Uh, what is it, madam?" I asked nervously. "Oh. Oh yes. Grim. There's five ponies, YOUR clients, that have been suspected of murdering the ponies that I hoped you read through, they need you. Their court hearings are on different dates. The first one is today at midday. BE THERE!! Bye now...I have other things to do!" she explained thoroughly to me, then left. Oh wonderful. Another court hearing, what's new?