Tales from the Everfree RestStop

Hello again Bright here with another email entry. So, quick little update before we get started, Repairs on the RestStop are just about finished and I should be back at work later in the week. So you should expect me to be sharing some of my own stories before long. However that doesn't mean that I'll be stopping these email entries. I'll get to them when I can, but don't expect to see them on a regular basis. Now with out further ado let's get started.

Dear Bright. I've been having some trouble and I think your the only one who will be willing to believe me.

First off let me explain that I'm a monster. I don't mean in the sense that I'm a terrible person or anything like that, I mean it in the sense that I'm a monstrous demon from Hell that feeds off fear and misery. You may be wondering why I'm writing this to you. It's because I need help, not specifically your help, but help from any sentient life form. I'll get to the specifics in a minute but first I need to explain why I need your help at all.

About 1600 years ago, before Celestia rose to power, some practitioners of black magic discovered an ancient spell book and summoned me to this plain of existence to do their bidding. Only one of the Warlocks, I think his name was FireStar, messed up the ritual so that I was no longer wound to do their will. Apparently they wanted me to enact an apocalypse that would destroy the current world order and set them up as leaders. I decided that was a bit much so I slaughtered them all instead. I might have enacted the apocalypse anyway, killing them first just to punish them, but FireStar's screw up caused me to be summoned with only a tiny fraction of my power, even so I left him alive, mostly because he seemed like a good lad. If I recall correctly he went on to be a baker later on. I burned the summoning scroll and went back to my plain of existence, where I had been tormenting lost souls with my kids.

Now for a history lesson. The dimension where I come from is known as Hell, It's a place where damned souls go when they pass on to the afterlife. Now that may sound a bit like Tartarus, and for good reason. You see about 3500 years ago there was a war between us demons, some of the more evil Titans, and the various races of the land lead by the first Alicorn Holy Cross. In the end Holy Cross was victorious, he locked the Titans in various tombs throughout the land and we demons had to give up Tartarus as a sort of peace agreement. I believe you use it for housing the worst ever criminals like that Tirek fellow. We demons have roughly the same amount of power as the Titans, with our king Satan having the same magical and physical power of an Alicorn. We don't usually do anything since after the war, like changelings we feed on emotions mostly suffering, we don't actually need to leave Hell to get it. Hell is a plain where all the damned souls go when they die. Now granted that doesn't seem like a lot when you consider the very few tyrants that have existed through the centuries here in Equestria. However the Universe is an immeasurably large place, and some of the life forms out there aren't as kind and harmonious as you ponies, needless to say we are in no short supply of damned souls to torment.

However it seems like I should have killed FireStar after all, because unbeknownst to me he had transcribed the summoning ritual and bequeathed it to his children after he died. The scroll was lost for centuries until one of FireStar's modern descendants discovered it in his great-grandfather's attic while preparing for an after-death estate sale. He decided to get it translated out of curiosity and afterwards he decide that the contents would make a great "Creepypasta" which from my understanding is some kind of scary story or urban legend that's been spread around the internet. He even included the original incantation for flavor. This was a few years ago when that fad of ritualistic stories had still been blooming. To my great surprise and distress, my summoning instructions became somewhat popular, at this point I hadn't been to Terra in over a thousand years, and back then I had been summoned by the most powerful dark wizards at the time, know every few days I was being whisked out of hell by some drunk teenagers shining lights up at their faces in them bathroom trying to scare each other. You see a long time ago, when literacy was exceptionally rare, my summoning ritual was extremely complicated. But now in the days of blooming literacy rates and Poggle Translate it's become absurdly easy to preform. Luckily for me thought, FireStar didn't just fuck up when he summoned me, he fucked up when he transcribed the ritual as well, so that I'm not bound to anypony's will when I get summoned. This is a good thing, because drunk teenagers, pony or otherwise, usually ask me to do some pretty weird stuff. However I still only get summoned with a tiny fraction of my full power, so I usually just terrify them to their very core before whisking back to my level of hell so that they won't bother me again. That was until Windy.

Windy is a six year old Pegasus filly who found my creepypasta summoning ritual in her edgy older brother's room a couple months ago, and decide to try it out for giggles. Be chance she got the ending right. I suppose it was bound to happen eventually, It was only a small mistake FireStar made in the transcription after all. The problem for me is that she not actually evil in any sense of the word she's just a normal filly. What's weird is that she didn't get her Cutie Mark by summoning me, I'm not entirely sure how Cutie Marks work but summoning a demon could be considered pretty impressive. Getting back to the "not evil" thing Windy has summoned a demon powerful enough to enact an apocalypse, but all she has me do is material candy and puppies out of think air. Her parents are always flabbergasted when they arrive to pick her up from school and she's surrounded by at least eight puppies.

At this point I don't even care about destroying things and feasting on souls anymore, I'd really just like to go back home. Which is why I'm emailing you. From what I can tell you're the only one who's possibly going to take this seriously. I need you to get somepony to preform my banishing ritual so I can go back home to Hell and live in peace. The steps aren't even that complicated.

You just draw a pentagram on a mirror, light seven candles, and read the following words.

"Demonym magister ab antigua, dono tibi Mia corpus Gracia libera bolbus, ego vivere in vitae in tra corpus Mia, ego Imola an Amamiya, nos faw nei huma nei creatur ei, nos apetimos mortos et infernos, pradhucat in fin hominis, Amen"

Now since you probably won't understand any of this, and the ritual has to be understood to be preformed, you should probably show this to the princesses. They'd know the most about this and they'd also might like to know about the ritual so the could remove it from the internet so drunk teens will stop summoning me.

So yeah, like the demon said I didn't understand a bit of that incantation so I just told the princesses about it and they said they'd take care of it. Anyway I should be back at the RestStop next time I upload but I will upload more of these fan stories when I have the time, just make sure that they're true and they're on the same level of weird as this story and the story from the previous chapter. This is Bright signing off.