Midnight giggled as she danced around the room. She knew that watching Sunset for all this time would eventually pay off.

"Midnight, what do you want?" Sunset demanded, her eyes glancing around at the hysterical dancing demon.

"I wanted to come and see you," the demon revealed slowly, momentarily pausing to laugh with a sneer. "My friends have been talking about me behind my back with you. Care to tell me...why?"

"You're a demon,” Sunset responded, without a moment of hesitation, as her eyes narrowed with obvious suspicion. “Of course not!"

"Oh, I really thought that you would be nicer than that.” Midnight sighed, shaking her head slowly at the choice made by Sunset. “Oh well…I wish that I could have put you out of your misery. Sadly, that’s against the rules."

"You demons and your rules," Sunset spat with contempt, turning her head away from the demon’s gaze.

"Yes, we are quite bound to them, Sunset. I wish that I wasn't. It would have been so much fun," the ghastly demon replied, indifferent to Sunset’s reaction. “However, I did something naughty…and this is the cruel way I have to take to make amends.”

"What did you do, Midnight?" Sunset turned back, curiosity glinting in her eyes.

"Well, it was a long time ago," the demon said with relish. "My sister was on her deathbed, and I couldn't watch her suffering any longer. While my parents and my brother were eating, I slipped a knife into both of our hearts. My sister was allowed to go to the afterlife, or heaven, or whatever you call it, but because I killed the both of us, the demons decided that I was good at it and made me one of them."

"What does Twilight think?"

"Oh, I am Twilight,” the demon proclaimed. “She just has…slightly different opinions to myself. Apparently…what she wants is to be with her family. However, that does not concern me AT ALL! I am a wonderful demon, killer for hire, and will wipe out anyone who's done anyone else wrong."

"Wow," Sunset responded at the incredulousness of the demon’s words, although the arrogance in its voice was obvious.

"I know. I am wow,” the demon spoke, before helping itself with a short giggle as its mind reminded itself of its own profound powers. “I can erase memories, I can walk through solid objects, I can fly with these huge wings of mine and I have a cool scythe."

"It is impressive," Sunset murmured, sat on the table, Midnight's scythe in one hand, running the index finger of her other hand along the blade yet miraculously not drawing any blood. "I want to be your friend, you know."

"How did you get that? Wait, what? Why do you want to be friends with me?" the demon snapped quickly, frowning at both the fact that her scythe had been stolen and the sudden proposal of friendship.

"Oh! I took your scythe because I happen to be a fast runner, and I'm quick-witted. Plus, you were too confident in your abilities to realise that-" Sunset rattled on without thinking it through thoroughly, until she stopped herself dead in her tracks, recognising that she was wading in dangerous waters. The sudden, eerie silence deafened her, as she tried to frantically think of a way out of this mess. She could almost feel the cold sweat dripping down from her forehead.

"Uhh…sorry. I'm a little cranky," Sunset backpedalled all of a sudden, trying desperately to reduce the tension lingering in the air around her. "My teacher has really wound me up. He needs to learn when to keep his mouth shut."

"Well…demons aren't usually the forgiving type, but I don't mind a small slip, especially when you're upset,” the demon replied awkwardly, before realising the logic that it decided to adopt did not seem to make much sense to her brain. She heard a disturbance outside and turned her head. Through the window she could see a man with a skull and crossbones on his chest, and a knife in his hand. “But, can I have my scythe back? There's an annoying killer outside who seems to have taken an interest in you."

Midnight seized the scythe back from the mortal before it and dashed through the wall with urgency to meet whoever was stood outside. Sunset watched through the window as they both fought valiantly. But Sunset knew that it was ultimately a one-sided duel. In a matter of moments, the man ended up on the floor, his face lying despondently flat on the ground, with the scythe embedded cruelly into him.

As his soul slowly ebbed away into nothingness, Midnight spoke, with an air of authority, "I am a killer, just like you, but unlike you, I only kill the killers, whereas you always pick on the innocent. You have made a grave mistake, and you shall pay for that."

She pulled the scythe out of him, and waved it ceremoniously over his head. In a blink of Sunset’s eye, his body and blood disappeared into thin air.

She leapt back into the house and turned to meet Sunset right in her eyes.

"I only have to bump off one a night, so I can spend the rest of the night doing whatever I want now," Midnight uttered, its face emotionless despite the atrocity it had committed mere minutes ago.

This piqued Sunset's interest. "What do you do?"

"Muck about with other demons, usually. Get rid of a few more people. It can get boring, without anyone to talk to,” Midnight exhaled deeply, thinking that despite its awesome powers, it was still encased in the mundane rules it had to follow ever so strictly. “You know, maybe I shouldn't kill you. You seem like you just want to help."

"Eh…yeah, of course. That's all I want to do," Sunset immediately replied, trying to string some sort of favourable response to the satisfaction of the demon, as she wiped her sweat off her forehead in much relief.

“Very well,” Midnight spoke slowly, as it was trying to distance itself from this strange conversation. “Then, if you would excuse me, I will be going off now…”

With that remark, the demon vanished, leaving a stunned Sunset behind to reflect upon this bizarre encounter. Despite the answers she managed to extract from that demon, more questions inevitably flooded her already confused mind. She was torn between following her head and heart, wanting to make the decision that was best for everyone. She was supposed to be killing this thing, but she couldn't bring herself to do it now. Midnight Sparkle, despite the fact that she was essentially a murderer, was not that much different from Twilight.

Would it be enough to separate the two? That way, Midnight would be able to get on with her business without worrying Twilight. But Sunset still did not fully understand how it could potentially work out. There were so many ways that it could go wrong, yet there was a shred of confidence in her mind that human and demon could coexist, together.

I just want to help, she thought. Maybe it's time that I helped the demons. They are technically correct and only want to help others, they're just misguided.

Author's Note

Many thanks to Stinium_Ruide for proofreading this and suggesting ways to make it 3000 times better.