"So... no sugar?"

Delmar was making tea. Trying to anyway.

It is his form of an apology to Celestia by breaking her restraint. It caused her to pass out during evening session day court the day previous.

It was funny when Luna found him in the gardens after helping the kid out. Her face was priceless.

A very angry and subtly murderous face. He already explained he could've broken out of the restraints at any given time, but he was playing fair at the time.

So now here he was, the morning after, brewing tea. He still didn't get an answer from Celestia.

"Hey, Sunblock, sugar or no?"

She was twitching her eye and trying to ignore Delmar. Her efforts are futile of course. This is Delmar.

"...If you don't answer I'll finish off the last piece of double-stack fudge cake you hid in your rooms fridge..."

She crumbled like a leaning sand castle.

"No! Not that! Anything but that!"

She gripped his arm, and it kinda hurt a little bit.

"...Three cubes...please." Celestia has surrendered.

"Was that so fucking hard?"

Celestia got her tea, and sat back down. Delmar had his tea, and sat across from Celestia.

There was a silence. It was kinda deafening, except the occasional slurp from Delmar. Celestia sipped.

Then, for some reason, Delmar did one mighty suck and all the tea was gone.

He stood, and stared Celestia in the eye.

"I already ate your fucking cake."

The dining room exploded in angry fire.

After a very interesting breakfast, and having to make Celestia a brand new cake, Delmar was free.

It was strange, not having anything to do. He never had any real down time.

Sure, he was on a vacation, but it was eventful. There was no real down time.

So he's roaming the halls, admiring the architectural achievement of the ponies. It was quite impressive how they managed to lay marble and gold together without it clashing the eye.

Most likely magic. It was still impressive.

Delmar turned to his room, y'know the one that looked like a cell.

He converted it a while ago. It was more to his standards to what he was used to back home in Limbo.

The walls were darkened wood, baubles of triangle artifacts lined the ceiling of his room, and the bed. Oh god the bed.

Darkwood with still water varnish and the finest silk bedding to ever exist. The mattress was softer than clouds. Because ectoplasm actually makes a great cloth.

Delmar splayed across the bed, his back sinking softly into the bliss of the mattress.

He slowly drifted off into sleep.

.

..

...

For about five minutes.

His arm began vibrating, and a tone in a high pitch came from the rune, which was glowing orange.

He touched the rune, and Silica's head appeared in a orange spectral form. Kinda like a hologram from Star Wars except better quality.

"Delmar? What the fuck! I was trying to call you for weeks! We have a problem!"

Delmar mentally dreaded himself for the onslaught of a shitstorm he's preparing to listen to.

"First of all, I had no indication of you calling me until now. Must be due to the dimension-hop. Second, talk nicer to me next time. Don't be such a bi-"

"Finish that sentence and I will burn your Johnny Cash album." Silica harshly interjected.

"...You always gotta suck the joy out of everything don't you..." Delmar mumbled.

"I don't care, we have a problem! Do you remember that asshole that was imprisoned in Hell's 9th circle?"

Delmar had to remember, it was a long time ago. Actually on his first year appointed as a God of Death.

It was a void, nothing.

Sound was mute, scent was snuffed, and sight was blinded.

It was peaceful.

Then a fucktard of a rock on the ground that broke my fucking nose.

"Ah shit..." I reacted to the stinging sensation.

I had no form, what was I?

I could be anything. A star, a mist, or even a atom. Or a donut, that's something right?

What is a donut? Sounds like something you eat.

"Greatings heir. You have finally come."

I looked to the voice, and before me was the Traitor.

He rebelled against peace, harmony, order.

Life itself.

He was Lucifer, and he was the one extending his traitorous appendage to me. He was trying to convert me.

"No, foul demon! Decet and lies! You, the Traitor! Be gone from me, before you are slain!"

He laughed, but a great light vanquished is astral form. It wasn't him.

A gentler hand came from the shadows with a sleeve of white silk. Extended to me, as a greating?

I took it in my misty form, and 'shook' it.

"Welcome Delmar, you are the new Death. Let me show you how to run things..."

The Lord himself appointed me.

Delmar was in a blank stare, but recovered quickly.

"Oh yeah, him. Lucifer right?"

Silica nodded her head "He managed to break free of his chains! The Devil himself has ordered a COS on his soul within Hell, and the Council has agreed to aid in this hunt to bring him back to his rightful place back in the 9th."

Delmar deadpanned "A capture on sight order? Really? Why not kill on sight? This prick has caused enough problems already."

Silica bit her lip, and looked behind her them back at Delmar.

"He found a way to bridge the divide between Life and Death, immortality of choice and not force. It would change the perception of mankind. It could also destroy them."

Delmar brought his hand up to his chin in thought. This was problematic.

One the one side, if humanity had immortality they would finally bridge themselves together and look to the great cosmos the Lord has worked tirelessly to create. But, on the other, it could lead to a great imbalance in the Three Kingdoms.

Now he understands the capture order.

"Ok... I see. They want to extract that knowledge before they kill him, and I assume he's to powerful for any tracing magic or ritual?"

Silica nodded her head slowly.

Delmar pinched his nose-hole.

"Where has he escaped to?"

Silica got a worried look on her face. "That's the thing, they don't know. They are currently searching Hell and all its circles. But they believe he may have managed to escape into the Void. Meaning he could be in a dimension recently opened by magic, a space-ripple, or a time break."

Delmar went silent. He recently beamed himself to this dimension. He used the most basic form of beaming magic to. In its most pure and potent form. If Lucifer was smart, he could simply hook his magic to it and come here too. That magic lingering is basically having the front door open to a room full of extreme valuables.

Delmar forgot to close that door.

"Fucking shit... I beamed myself to another dimension. I left some magic in Limbo so I can get back. I didn't know he would escape and cock up my fucking vacation."

Silica's expression turned serious "This is bad, if he gets to Limbo and uses that magic line, he could store up enough magic to possibly wipe out both Hell and Paradise. He may even upseat Grim as Death and rule Limbo, he can consume souls! He can bring Armageddon..."

Delmar wasn't usually one to be serious, but Lucifer is bad news. He is the reason why Hell even exists.

He was so bad he needed his own realm of punishment. Imagine that.

"What do I need to do?"

Silica looked at him, then at the ground.

"...Are there inhabitants where you are located?"

Delmar nodded.

"Protect them at all cost. Lucifer can drain any form of magic. He may follow you to their dimensional rift and drain the very life from them. Delmar, you are the only hope they have...I wish you the best. I must get back, they need me to-"

The magic was cut off, and the rune went black. Delmar couldn't sense any magic flowing through it anymore.

He wasn't alone in the room, either.

"Well, well, well, mister Death."

Delmar turned around to see that Damned chaos entity.

"Discord, so the name does persist..." Delmar said slyly.

Discord chuckled "I couldn't help but hear of this little predicament you have found yourself in. Sounds like that Lucifer fellow is a real character of destruction."

Delmar ignored the thing and simply started preping a pocket dimension of spare magic.

"Oh come now my fellow God, surely you must hear my advice!"

Delmar was getting annoyed "And what, pray tell, advice can come from an entity who hasn't been around to see what Lucifer can do?"

Discord smiled "I have a solution to what may aid in your efforts to capture him. A simple spell."

Delmar wasn't listening, just trying to store magic.

"It was used on myself not to long ago, and boy, was it effective. A simple capture bubble."

Delmar stored enough magic to revive himself if things went awry with Lucifer, he was about to close the pocket dimension when Discord threw a bubble at him.

Delmar was taken back and wasn't expecting a pink bubble surrounding him and shrinking him to the size of a marble.

In shock and utter lack of cognitive thinking, Delmar just stared slacked jawed.

Discord clapped a golf clap "Oh, very well done Discord! A smart move while his magic was low! Now to just take this..."

Discord reached his hands into the slip in space and started absorbing the magic. And there was plenty if it.

"Yes! Such power! Flowing into me like water! Oooohhh I haven't felt this good since my rule over Equestria! I could rule all of Equis!"

Discord siphoned the last of the magic from the slip, and closed it. He smiled warmly at Delmar.

"My thanks good Delmar! You had some pretty powerful magic, and so I thought with my magic and your combined into me I could probably slay this Lucifer, and maybe even rule Equis! Hahahahahaha!"

And with a snap of his fingers, Discord was gone. Leaving Delmar on his pink marble screaming in anger.

Author's Note

Nimrod is a funny word to say...