Author's Note

This story uses characters and elements from the Bloodlines Continuity with their permission. Do check them out.

Prologue: A Moonlit Night

It was a late Monday night when Sunset Shimmer exited the glass doors of Canterlot High with Rainbow Dash as the two talked, the sun dipping into the horizon and bookbags slung over their shoulders.

"Dash, why must you always wait till the last possible second?" Sunset asked the cyan guitar player in annoyance,

"It's not my fault that Mr. Discord is so crazy with the due dates!" Rainbow Dash retorted in annoyance.

"Yeah, I know. Just...don't push it back as often," Sunset requested, before checking her phone. "Darn, it's nearly seven! I should get home."

"Yeah, same here, I kept mom and dad waiting long enough. See ya, Sunset!" Rainbow Dash waved good buy before running down the street in a rainbow blur towards her parent's house.

Sunset shook her head, beginning to stroll to her own home as well. She walked along the stone sidewalk, her shoes making a subtle clopping sound, thinking to herself.

Canterlot had been quiet for a month since the incident with Juniper Montage. Miraculously, it somehow never made it to the internet and no government agents came to cart Sunset and her friends away to dissect them for magic as she suspected would happen.

Instead, everything has been peaceful. No secret wars. No magic transformations. No pocket-dimension hiding in mirrors. No magical stones. Certainly no over-competitive principals. No ancient vengeful kings. No witches. No long-dead kings. No demon friends.

Nothing at all.

It was boring, too. Much too boring for her tastes. While she did enjoy the quiet, for the last few weeks, something has been what she could only describe as off, lately. Sightings of comic book heroes and villains that seemed to jump out of the paper they were drawn on and appear in real life have plagued the Eastern Seaboard. Fortunately, no major sightings were reported in Canterlot.

Sunset continued to walk along the sidewalk, passing Sugar Cube Corner. She stopped in front of the cafe's doors before looking at the horizon. The sun had already dipped into the distant hills, darkness falling upon Canterlot like a great veil, the only sources of light were the quarter moon, and the street lamps beginning to flicker on for the night.

She entered the cafe, pushing the door open. Very few people were sitting at the cafe. Aside from her, there were four other people. Octavia Melody and Vinyl Scratch, chatting and drinking milkshakes. The other was a figure in a brown trench coat and fedora, hands wrapped around a cup of steaming coffee and his face looking mournfully at the bubbling brown liquid. Mrs. Cake was working the register, looking tired herself.

Sunset walked up to the counter, her wallet at the ready.

"Hello deary, what'll you be havin'?" Mrs. Cake asked, holding back a yawn.

"Just some coffee, please," Sunset requested before taking note of the cafe's current capacity. "Slow night?"

"Yeah, anyways, your coffee will be ready in a few," Mrs. Cake said, turning around and grabbing a cup. Sunset turned as well and looked for a place to sit for the moment. She saw that the figure's table was empty, and they looked like they could use some company.

"Hello there," she greeted with a smile, sitting down at the person's table. Yet, strangely enough, she got no response from the stranger. Curiously, she peered closer to glimpse a better look at him. His shoulders and chest were rising and falling steadily, his eyes were shut tight, and small noises escaped his lips.

He was asleep.

Sunset sighed, sitting back into her own chair, resting her head in her hand and drumming her fingers on the table, waiting as her chances of passing the time with conversation were dashed.

She looked across the cafe once more, as two more people entered. They were both men, looking like they were in their thirties. They both dressed in black trench coats and pants, a black leather belt holding them up as their feet were covered by black boots. Their hair and eyes were also a coal-black. They made their orders at the counter before sitting at a table and beginning to chat idly with one another.

Sunset examined the two men for a few moments. For some reason, she felt suspicious of them. Something about the two, it just set off some sort of alarm bell in her mind. Something, she wasn't exactly sure what, was dangerous about these men.

"Coffee's ready, dearie," Mrs. Cake said, breaking Sunset from her suspicions.

Warily, she stood up from the seat taking out her wallet as she faced Mrs. Cake, who was holding a cup of steaming coffee in her hand.

"What'll that be?" Sunset asked.

"$2.99, please," Mrs. Cake said. Sunset handed her three dollars instead, Mrs. Cake taking the money and placing it in the register. She handed Sunset her coffee and her change. "Have a good night!"

"You too," Sunset smiled, taking her coffee and turning around. She opened the door to the cafe and left, trekking to her home, the crickets chirping as she walked.

Back in the cafe, the two men looked at each other and had a sort of silent conversation before nodding. They got up from their table, disposing of their waste, and walked out of the cafe.

They walked down the sidewalk, Sunset in their sights.

They quickened their pace, reaching inside their jackets, each one pulling out a 9mm pistol with a silencer.

The men quickened their pace, nearly reaching their target. Yet, just about Sunset was going to make a turn, a noise was heard behind them, like a switchblade flipping from its chamber, and something sharp and metal pressed into both of their backs.

"Now, now, now. What are you two doing out here?" A voice asked from behind them. They turned their heads to see the source of the voice, it was the person in a coat from the cafe! And he held a hidden blade to each of their backs.

"Who the hell are you?" One of the men asked.

"Oh, just an agent of light," The boy shrugged. "No one special. Now, I don't know about you, but I feel we should keep out of sight of the civilians. There is a building a few yards back, right across from the cafe. We can conduct our business there."

"So, do we walk back?" The other man asked.

"No," the boy smirked. The three of them were consumed in a golden flash, and in one minute, they were gone from the sidewalk.

A minute later, and they reappeared on a flat rooftop of an apartment building. A few AC units and stray satellite dishes populated the roof. A golden light flashed, and the three also populated the roof.

"You can teleport?" the first man asked casually.

"Yes, and more," the teen replied.

"So, are you going to try and kill us?" The second asked, looking to his partner.

"Yes. But I am going to allow you a fair fight," the teen said, sheathing his hidden blades under his sleeves and backing away a few feet from the two others, who turned around to face him. They pocketed their guns, smirking.

"Allow us a fair fight?" The first man asked in amusement. "I'm not sure if you know, but you're out of your le-AHHHHH!!"

The man screamed as his forearm was suddenly blown off, the stub pouring out black blood like a fountain. The man fell to the ground and screamed in agony, clutching the stub.

The teen had a long gun in his hand, smoke rising from the barrel. It was pitch black, with a foot-long muzzle. It had the words Shadow Breaker engrave on the side of the gun.

"You little piece of shit! Do you know who you are fucking with?!" The other man asked in anger as the wounded man's blood finally stopped flowing. Bone started poking through the wound, forming the elbow. From there, the bones continued to grow out, forming a skeletal hand. From the wound, muscles and veins shot out, wrapping around the newly-formed bone. Finally, skin reformed around the arm, ending the regeneration.

"Oh, I know exactly who I'm fucking with. Some demon shit-heals sent to dispatch the Seventh. Tell me, do you know who you are fucking with?" The teen asked cockily. "Now, come on. Show me what you got."

The two men looked to each other, then to the teen. Suddenly, their skin darkened to be a dark grey. Two bat-like wings sprouted from their backs, and a grey tail with sharpened, tapered tips. Finally, two gray horns sprouted from their foreheads, ending their transformation as their teeth and nails sharpened to fine points.

"You really want to try this, boy?" The first demon asked, his voice sounding split, distorted. Like two entirely different people talking in perfect unison.

"Hmm. Yes. To protect the Seventh, anything," The teen said, aiming his gun.

Te first demon charged, brandishing his claws and slashing at the teen. The teen simply dodged the assault, and uppercut the demon in the chin, stunning him. Next, he bashed his gun on his forehead. The demon attempted a wild slash, but the teen blocked it with his left hand, and aimed his gun into the chin of the demon.

"Bwah," the teen said, squeezing the trigger. A loud bang was heard ringing through the night as the demon's head suddenly exploded in a fountain of gore and blood.

All was still and quiet for a moment, before the lifeless body fell to the ground.

"Impossible. No mortal weapon can kill a demon," the older demon, the one who got his arm blown off, said in shock.

"This isn't a normal weapon. The interior of the barrel is completely covered with ruins and holy symbols engraved into it, and splinters of the True Cross are put inside each of these bullets. Held inside a small tank of Holy Water, and the bullet tips are made from Angel Silver. Any demon I hit with a bullet from this gun, won't get back up again." The teen said with a smirk.

"No matter, I'll kill you, then the girl!" The demon said, charging at the teen. The teen simply fired off a few shots, yet this demon was much more experienced than his younger counterpart. He dodged the bullets and jumped into the air, his wings giving him greater height, before lunging at the teen, forcing him to jump out of the way.

He was about to fire another shot, but the demon's tail slashed at him, cutting his hand and forcing him to drop his gun. The demon lunged at the teen again, this time managing to actually wound his face, four long, bleeding claw marks leading down the right side of his face.

He slashed again, but this time he was blocked. The teen brought up his hand to stop the attack, holding the demon at the wrist. The demon tried with his other hand, but found it caught as well. The teen brought up his leg, and kicked the demon in his gut, sending him stumbling back.

He scrambled to pick up his gun from the ground, the demon charging. Time seemed to slow down for the teen, and he aimed his gun. His eyes glew golden, and his wounds sealed themselves with a golden glow. He squeezed the trigger, firing off a shot.

The hammer slammed into the gun, activating the spark. The bullet was ejected from its shell, ruins, and symbols lighting up from within the gun, and the bullet left the gun spiraling and slamming into the demon's gut, sending him back as he slammed into the ground.

The teen smirked as he walked over to the dying demon.

"Who.......who are you?" The demon asked.

"The chosen one," The teen shrugged, freaking the demon out.

"Nonononononononononononononononono! No! It's impossible! You died on Teenax!" The demon screamed.

The teen breathed sharply through his teeth.

"Sorry. If I did, you'd get to go home tonight. But I didn't. When you get to Hell, tell them that there are still those willing to fight for what's right up here!" He smiled, bathing the building in a golden glow and firing off his gun straight into the demon's forehead.

The demon's head exploded, killing him.

The teen simply then muttered a spell, and the various pools of blood and gore, as well as the bodies, burst into flame and burned away into harmless ash.

He climbed down the fire escape, and strolled down the street, taking his merry time.

Vinyl Scratch and Octavia stared in silent awe and horror at the scene that had just unfolded in front of them. They had been standing in front of Sugarcube Corner for the last few minutes, Vinyl recording the whole fight on her phone as they watched the fight.

"Vinyl, did I, did we really just see that?" Octavia asked in shock.

"Uh-huh. I have the proof right here!" Vinyl said with glee.

"What do we do? Who do we tell about this? I mean, first those weird sightings, and now demons?!" Octavia exclaimed in exasperation.

"Don't worry. I'm posting this on my EwTube channel." Vinyl Scratch smirked, pressing a button on her phone.

"Vinyl, I don't think your little fanbase can do much help...for all we know, we are facing an invasion of these, these, demons!" Octavia said.

"Well, they can certainly spread the word!" Vinyl said.

"But, do we have a defense against these?" Octavia asked. "Does our government have ways of dealing with this stuff?"

"Octy, did you really forget about the Girls?" Vinyl asked.

"No, just....I don't think this is their forte...." Octavia trailed off.

"Well, there was that time with the aliens...." Vinyl pointed out.

"Well yes....but-"

"And keep in mind, they have technically fought demons before. Sunset Satan. Midnight Sparkle. Gloriosa Everfree." Vinyl listed.

"OK. OK. I see your point, but what of the third one. That.....golden man?" Octavia asked. "Who's side is he on?"

"I don't know." Vinyl said, checking to see if the video was uploaded. She saw that it was, and how late it was. "Oh shit. We should head home....."

"I guess so," Octavia mused. "Guess these mysteries can be solved another time...."

The two then walked down the sidewalks of Cantelrot, heading home together.