Inferno's Fire

Glass breaks as I was literally drop kicked out the window. I groan as I get up, two ponies a foot and a half taller than me seem to be not satisfied yet. "Get up Inferno, we ain't done yet!" Dipshit one says.

"Good, I was wanting a warm up," I say. I sidestep from a punch and make a shotgun gesture with my fingers to blast a ball of fire. It hits the ugly mug's face, burning the skin. He screams in small agony but I shrug. "Illegal spell books being sold in your care is a sign that says you'll have a happy-go-lucky lawyer," I say. I walk over and grab the guys head. I bring it down into my knee, hearing a thud as his face met it. "One for the money," I shot his leg with fire magic. "Two for the pleasure," I lift my leg as my arm went under it to throw a fireball at his other leg. "Three to be steady," I got out my sword, which morphs into a whip. With a flick of my wrist, his head is wrapped in the first clutches. "And four for good measure!" I jerk my arm back, spinning the guy like a top. Once he slows down, he topples over. "Now stay down while I deal with your..." I trail off as I see the other moron's not there. "Oh... Brother... Well, guess I'll have to go ahead and get you to jail. Capiche?" I ask. He only groans in response. "Good, I'll chase your brother in a little bit," I say. I teleport us with my shadow magic. He lays in a stone bed, groaning in pain as he recovers from my harsh judgement. It's my judgement anyway. I teleport again, appearing in an alleyway, the little brother at the end. He keeps a fighting stance. "Bitch please, if I beat up your brother like it was nothing, how much of a better chance do you have?" I ask. He keeps his stance, shaking slightly. "Alright then, come at me bro," I say nonchalantly. He rushes toward me, swinging his fist. I easily duck and lunge forward, knocking him over. He falls over in surprise as I start rubbing my hands together. I got some shadow magic warmed up and put my hands on his head.

The oaf got up, rubbing his head as he wonders where he is. He looks up and yelps in surprise. He sees a four story tall version of me, eyes black with red pupils, blood seeming like tears. My fanged smile didn't falter in striking fear as there was blood dripping out, soaking my coat and leaving blood stains a little darker. My mane is on fire, and I look badass all in all. He sees me as a demon and starts backing up. "Rocker Knocker, you stand before the judge of moral, rights, and ideals, how do you plea in you and your brother's crimes?" I ask. He shakily kneels, in a begging position.

"Please! I-I didn't want to do it, my big brother forced me to! He said if I didn't, then he'd kill me before I went to the police!" He says, sobbing during the end. I look into his very soul to see if he's telling the truth.

This part always manages to trip me up with my shadow magic. It's like watching a character in a tv show read a book, and the book would be doing vice versa. It's very easy to get lost in memories and realms if you forget where you are. I stand in a weird living room, the lugs standing and arguing.

"I'm not gonna do it man! I'm going to the police!" The younger one said.

"No, if you do, I'm gonna slit your throat in your sleep!" The older one yelled. The younger one scoffed and started walking, but the older guy grabbed his shoulder, and took out a pocket knife. He turned the brother and put the knife one inch from his neck. "Do not test my patience brother, I know you are a hippy, but we're gonna do this, got it. We need to pay back the asswhole who gave us the goods, got it?" He asks. I back out of both realms, and stumble off of the giant.

"Damn, my head hurts," he muttered.

"Sorry kiddo, you're free now. If someone troubles you, contact me," I say, giving him a card with an emblazed skull with horns and cross bones, I dissappear quickly and appear in the jail cell. The bigger brother looked up, giving me the death glare. "Not helping your hopeless case," I mock. I swing my fist across his face, pay back for the drop kick.

This was my job, go get bad guys that are not of the mortal realm and bring them to jail. The guys I just dealt with? They're technically midgets where they were originally from. They were earth giants. Now, If they are deemed to be evil enough for Hell, which the big oaf is, they go. Of course, most of the time, they go to Hell. I like the part where the bad dude gets to see a court other than mine, everyone has heard of my special court, sadly, my court is an on the fly kind of thing. The court they see is also run by me, except they don't crap their pants. Maybe they still do, but I don't notice. There are rules in my court room, rule one: Never say anything false. That's a given. Rule two: If I see you act very poorly, or interrupt me, I will not take it lightly and back slap you. Rule three: If the defendant is assaulted, criticized, or insulted, the one responsible will be escorted or put on trial as well. No exceptions. Four: No bribing. And Five is the most important one: If the defendant attacks anyone, I will send them to a room of nightmares before sending them to hell. It's all fair all in all.

After I was done giving the verdict to the big brother, I teleport to my stone throne. I hold my book in one hand, and a mug of cider in another. The cider was from a real cool place called Ponyville. I met a few ponies, real nice bunch. I smile at the memory and continue reading. My secretary Devlin came up. "Master Inferno! You astound me by being as lazy as you are!" He shrieks. He's a below average sized demon, dark red like my fur. He has two yellow eyes, and leathery wings. I respect him. He's been my companion for all this time so far. I don't really show my respect, but anyone who talked to me like that had a good fight coming. I set the insult aside.

"Oh really? What'd I do this time?" I ask knowingly. Steam shoots out the pointed ears he has on the sides of his head. His arrow tipped tail straightened whenever he's frustrated.

"You have to collect two thousand and sixteen souls! Do you think I like to spend my day counting the souls you did not get!?" He yells. I sigh.

"Devlin, most of them are innocent though."

"It does not matter! I do not care if they're innocent! Nobody does! They have to die eventually!" He yells. I nod.

"Don't get me wrong, I collect innocent souls, but only if they were in much pain like fatal wounds and cancer," I say. Devlin takes in a deep breathe and sighs. I return to my book while he speaks.

"Inferno, don't get me wrong, but I understand you don't necessarily like this job. In fact, I know you started being lazy after the... Incident. I know it was hard, but he needed to go. No one would have made a different choice," he says, trying to pep talk me into it. I huff.

"It wasn't my choice Devlin, it was my job," I reply. He sighs.

"Inferno, that's just it, no one else will do it, it is your job. I won't do it because I'm not strong enough." I scoff, getting a cigar. Lighting it with my thumb, I spoke one line, trying to be dramatic.

"If I'm supposed to be strong to do it, then how come I'm not?" I ask. I groan as the alcohol burns up in my cup.

"You're destined to do this Inferno! You are the only bat pony able to do this!" Devlin says. I smirk through my cigar.

"So I was destined to take souls, nice encouragement. I'm going down to Equestria, Canterlot. I'll see you later Devlin," I say. Before he can reply or protest, I use my fire magic to dissappear thanks to being consumed by smoke. I use shadowy transport to transport short distances, fire magic was pretty powerful, so I could literally teleport at the end of the universe. I tried it once, it wasn't pleasant. The sad part was I was stupid enough to do it in the first place. At least I got my ten bucks.