“Good afternoon Damian!” Rose Vector, the cream colored florist pony called out from her flower shop. “Are you coming to the Town Hall for the Summer Sun Celebration?”

“Of course,” Damian replied, flashing her a stylish grin that made her blush. “I’d love to learn more about your culture. This world is so interesting.”

Rose chuckled until her face lit up as she remembered something. “Oh, I almost forgot, you have a special gift from somepony.” Rose went to the back of her shop and searched through the jungle of boxes and flowers until she found a beautiful bouquet of assorted flowers composed of many colors, like a palpable rainbow. Damian looked around it for a card, but there was none to be found. “The sender wanted to remain anonymous.” But Damian already knew who the flowers were from. Come on, don’t be dense, some be dense. It’s from me! He could read her mind clearly.

“This is beautiful, Rose. Thank you.” Damian looked at her face which was trying to suppress a smile from spreading across her face. She was trying so hard not to let her emotions spill out. I’m gonna have some fun with this. “Anonymous, huh? I can’t imagine who it could be from. Someone else bought me a large cake the other day, and another pony sent me some interesting encyclopedias on Equestiran History. It could be from that pony.” Ever since he came to this world, many of the town’s residents have taken a particular interest in Damian–especially the mares. He doesn’t know if it’s his physique, if he’s unique, or if it’s his charm. He looked back at Rose’s face which was now slack jawed. Her expression was pure shock and dismay. “You okay?”

Rose managed to collect herself before she fainted in her own shop. “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” She definitely did not sound fine. “I hope you find your secret admirer.” She rolled her eyes and laid her head on the wooden counter.

“Heheh, thanks for buying these flowers for me, Rose.” Damian whispered, grinning like he just got away with a great prank.

Rose looked up at Damian, her expression slightly less upset. “You knew?”

“Well, duh, of course I knew. It’s pretty obvious with the way you were acting.” He smiled again, but warmly this time. Rose replied with a smile as well. “Well, gotta get going. I’ll see ya at the festival.” He walked off, but not before he waved goodbye to the florist pony.

The front door swung open and Damian walked I to his humble abode. It’s a rather small house, but it was sufficient. He didn’t want a large mansion or anything even though he was a royal. Of course, that means he’d have to try and live a normal life with normal citizens instead of walking around like a pompous asshole, which was fine and dandy.

He set the bouquet on the coffee table and walked over to the kitchen to get a snack. “Damn, nothin’ good lately. Gotta pick something up soon, otherwise I’ll die from starvation.” He chuckled at his lame humor and walked over to his couch and turned on the TV.

Hell is a separate realm, and it has connections across different dimensions and worlds, meaning it has connections to this world, which means, the energy that connects the worlds allows Damian to have connections to TV shows, movies, and all sorts of stuff he has back in Hell. Unfortunately, here’s nothing good on today. “Great, nothing good to eat and nothing good to watch.” He slumped in his couch, thinking of something to do until the Summer Sun Celebration.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Damian was startled by the sudden sound he fell off of the sofa and onto the carpeted floor – which still hurt like a bitch due to it being so rough and shaggy. He got up and opened the door to reveal... a pony he never met before. She was a unicorn with a purple coat , a purple streaked mane and tail, and bright purple eyes. Basically everything about her was purple. And judging by her expression, she's thinking, What the hell is this thing?

"Uh, can I help you?" Damian broke the awkward silence, bringing the purple unicorn out of her trance.

"May I speak to the pony of the house?" she asked in demanding tone, making Damian a little annoyed. Damian raised an eyebrow as he read her mind. If there is no pony in there, this thing had to have eaten them! He chuckled, causing the unicorn to back away in fear.

"Don't worry, I won't bite," he claimed, "I haven't eaten anyone or meat in general in quite some time." He gave her a warm smile that seemed to calm her nerves. "There is no pony living in this house , but I am the human of this house." He leaned on the door frame, trying to look cool in front of her, but he knows he just looked stupid in her eyes.

"Huh, never heard of you before. Are you... Damian? The one providing security for the Summer Sun Celebration?" she asked, looking down at her clipboard.

"Why yes I am. I believe you're the planner Princess Celestia told me about?" The purple unicorn looked up at Damian with a surprised expression.

This thing got to meet with Princess Celestia?!

"Why yes, this thing got to meet with Princess Celestia." Damian just giggled as the unicorn's jaw dropped to the floor. He was sure she could taste dirt right now. "Yeah, I can read your mind, but just to mess with ya. Anyway, I never caught your name. Or the little dragon ya got behind you." He pointed to a dragon that was hiding behind her hind-legs.

"I'm Twilight Sparkle, and this is my assistant, Spike." Twilight nudged the little dragon from behind her. He had Purple scales and green frills, green crests, and glowing green eyes.

"H-hi." He sounded nervous. He looked like a baby, but his voice sounded deep like a teenager.

"Well, it was nice to make some new friends. Take care ya'll." Damian noticed Twilight wince at the word "friend".

Yeahhh, not really in the mood for making freinds. She froze and looked back up at Damina, who was now looking rather offended. "Uh, I-I didn't-"

"Well, if you change your mind, I'll be at the celebration." Damian closed the door-gently. He didn't take offence to what Twilight was thinking, but it did seem rather... cold. "All well, they'll come around eventually. Speaking of which." He pulled out his cellphone and dialed in a number. After a few rings, someone finally picked up on the other side. "Hello?"

"Hello my boy." A deep gravelly voice came from the other end. "How is your stay in this new world?"

"Oh, it's great father," Damian replied, "plenty of friends, got a job, got a place to live. Everything's looking fine and dandy."

Damian left his home in Hell to enjoy some change in scenery and to get away from his responsibilities as the prince to the House of Satan. Due to being born as a spawn of Satan, he has moral obligations to serve his kingdom and to maintain peace between the other kingdoms and their rulers.

"You know, I wish you didn't leave home. You still have a lot of things to take care of as my successor." Satan said. Damian knows he has things to do, but in this new world, he doesn't have to deal with politics or run a city or anything. He can live a normal life. Or as normal as he can get it. "But, if this is what you want to do, then I'm not one to deny my son some freedom."

"Thank you dad, and say hi to the family for me."

"Of course. Take care, my son."

"Talk to ya later." He hung up and slumped in his chair. It has only been a week and Damian already feels homesick, but soon, he'll call this world his home soon. "I guess I can see what's on-"

There was another knock at the door, but this time it was in a pattern. "Hellooooo!" a cheery voice came from the other side. There was only one pony Damian knew that had a voice as sweet as her personality. He opened the door to reveal a bright pink pony with cotton candy-like hair. Her eyes had a blue glow to them that seemed o compliment her pink coat. Pinkie Pie, the Ponyville party planner and the most hyperactive pony Damian has ever met. "Hey, Damian! You coming to the party?"

Damian had no idea what she was talking about. He looked at her with a confused expression. "Wait, what? What party?"

"Oh, no one told you? We're having a surprise party for the new pony who just came into town. We're having it at the Golden Oak Library." She spoke so fast, Damian barely caught anything she said.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. I'll see ya there." Where there's a party, there's gonna be some good eats.

Pinkie smiled so wide the ends of her mouth looked like they could touch her ears. "Welp, see ya!" She bounced off towards the library to prepare for the party. Damian closed the door and walked over to a mirror.

"Gotta look sharp buddy." He snapped his fingers and bright orange flames swirled around him. As the flames dispersed and subsided, Damian's outfit changed. He wore a black leather jacket over a white T-shirt with demon skull imprinted on it, dark blue jeans, and black shoes. He posed in front of the mirror, pointing finger guns at his reflection. "Don't you look stunning. All the ladies in the House of Asmodeus will be running after you. Even some of the guys, heheh." He opened the door and headed out to the welcoming party.

“Everypony be quiet and settle down already!” one pony shouted.

“She could be here any moment!” another pony chimed in.

“Shh, shh! She’s coming,” Damian whispered, causing the whole room to fall silent as he door to the library swung open. Everyone could hear the clipping of Twilight’s hooves as she moved through the darkness of the building.

“Sorry, Spike, but I have to convince the Princess that Nightmare Moon is coming, and we're running out of time! I just need to be alone so I can study without a bunch of crazy ponies trying to make friends all the time. Now, where's the light?” Twilight flipped on the lights and the awaiting crowd burst out in cheers and confetti.

“SURPRISE!” everyone shouted in unison while Twilight and Spike were trying to process what just happened. Pinkie dashed over to Twilight and took her aside.

Meanwhile, Damian made his way over to the snacks, hoping to get something good before everything disappears. “Take a couple cupcakes, a couple cookies; ooh macadamia, some tarts, aaand that’s enough for today.” He took his bounty and walked over to a group of ponies who were having a little chat. “Hey, ladies!” he called out with a mouthful of sweets.

“Yo, Damian, hows it hangin’?” Rainbow Dash the blue, athletic pegasus with a rainbow mane and tail welcomed him into the group. “And what’s with the sweets?” she asked, eyeing his trove.

“”Ah, I didn’t have anything good at home, so I thought I’d just take these for today. Anyone want on?” He extended his snacks to the group, but luckily for him, no one took any.

“I’ll take one!” A voice called out from behind Damian. He turned around but there was no one there. “Down here.” Looking down, Damian saw Spike, Twilight’s dragon.

“Oh, hey pal,” Damian said, “go ahead take your pick.” Damian released the sweets from his grasp but they didn’t fall to the ground. Instead they magically levitated in an organized array.

“Woah, how are you doing that?” Spike asked, surprised anything other than a unicorn could use magic in such a way.

“Heheh, I may not be a unicorn, but I do know some pretty crazy spells. Go ahead and choose one.”

Spike reached out and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie and let the taste wash around in his mouth as he melted in delight. “Oh man, that is soo good!”

“So, you’re with Twilight, am I right?” Applejack, the orange, hardworking, farm pony asked in her country accent.

“Yup! I’m her perfonal assistant!” Spike replied between mouthfuls.

“What kind of assistance?” asked Rarity, the majestic, white unicorn, with a gorgeous purple mane and tail, owner of Carousel Boutique in Ponyville, and the fashionista of the town.

“Uh, well, heheh, I uh–“ Spike couldn’t even talk straight. Oh, sweet Celestia, she’s talking to me! She’s actually talking to me! She’s so beautiful! What should I say?

Damian leaned down and whispered into Spike's ear, "Maybe tell her you like her already and get it out of the way." Spike jumped in surprise. He looked at Damian, wondering how he knew what he was thinking. "Haha! You should see your face right now! Oh man, how the heck did he do that? How did he know what I was thinking? Hahahahaha!" Damian just burst into laughter and some of the other ponies followed suit, except for Rarity.

"Oh come now. You really shouldn't be using your mind reading abilities like that." She comforted and upset Spike by gently caressing his head. "Are you alright, Spikey-wikey?" Everyone except Rarity snickered at Spike's nickname, but he put on a brave face and knocked the laughter away from his mind.

"I'm fine, thank you Rarity," he said, brushing off her hoof.

"Sorry pal, just trying to have some fun. Friends?" Damian stuck out his hand and Spike grasped it without hesitation.

"How about bros?" Spike suggested. Damian's face lit up. He's never had anyone call him a bro before - unless he wants to count his brother.

"You got it pal."

"Wow, look at you two getting along so well," commented Fluttershy, the shyest, quietest pony in the town.

Damian looked over to where Pinkie Pie was. Still talking to Twilight about this awesome party.

"...And if you're new, that meant you haven't met anyone yet, and if you haven't met anyone yet, you must not have any friends, and if you don't have any friends then you must be lonely, and that made me so sad, then I had an idea, and that's why I went [deep gasp]! I must throw a great big ginormous super-duper spectacular welcome party and invite everyone in Ponyville! See? And now you have lots and lots of friends!" However, Twilight wasn't paying any attention. Her face was red and tears flowed down her face. She let out a fume of smoke and ran upstairs away from the party and everyone.

"Huh, hot sauce." Spike picked up the bottle, which was indeed hot sauce. Pinkie poured a little bit onto some cupcakes and ate them in front of everyone, casing most ponies and Damian to gag in disgust.

"What? It's tasty!" Pinkie claimed, munching away on her “delectable” treat.

"Hey, I think it's almost time for the Summer Sun Celebration. We should head out and finish preparations." Damian suggested, noticing the sun beginning to set on the horizon.

Ponies flowed into he Ponyville Town Hall awaiting the start of the celebration, while other ponies finished up last minute preparations. Damian stood outside the doors greeting ponies as they came through, while also reading them for any negative energy.

Demons are not only able to read thoughts, but also read their hearts and souls to sense their emotions and intentions. It’s usually an ability shared amongst guard demons. But for Damian, as part of the royal bloodline, he has abilities of many demons, no matter their rank or stature. Red aura for negative, blue aura for positive. So far, everything is fine and dandy.

After the last of the ponies entered through the doors, Damian looked around to make sure no one was watching. “Alright boys, we’ve got a job to do,” he whispered, raising his right hand in the air. A black circle with four triangular points appeared on the back of his hand like it was branded on there. The points began to swirl and pop out as smoke, one by one and taking shape. Before Damian stood four identical clones, each with emotion, cognitive, and movement–and the same personality.

“Well hello there handsome,” the original Damian said, smiling at his beautiful selves.

“Oh please, you’re too kind,” one of the clones chortled.

“Alright fellas settle down,” another clone commanded. “We can do this all night, but we still got a job to do.” Damian and the rest of the clones straightened up and composed themselves.

“That’s right,” Damian said. “Alright, i need two of y’all to take care of the east and west and one to cover the back. One will stay inside and observe the celebration–“ some of the clones started to groan. “I know, I know, some of y’all want to see what’s going on, but this is important alright? As I was saying, one of y’all will be inside and I’ll remain out in front. Ready? Break!”

The clones split up, each going to their desired sections and keeping an eye out for anything that may spoil this night.

After a few minutes nothing’s happened. Damian and the rest of the clones could hear Mayor Mare give her speech to start off the Summer Sun Celebration. However, Damian couldn’t help but feel that this peacefulness was a little off. Princess Celestial wanted him to be the security for tonight because she feared something terrible might happen.

Hey, guys? We got a problem! One of the clones communicated through telepathy.

What’s wrong? Damian asked.

Well, you know how Princess Celestia was supposed to be here to greet everyone?

Yes? Oh shit. Damian burst through the doors, only to be greeted by a blue smoke flowing onto the balcony. His other clones appeared, surrounding the area and observing the smoke as it took he shape of an alicorn. But the only alicorn Damian knew was Celestial. Who was this? He was reading a powerful evil energy from her; her aura was a bloody, crimson red. She had a black coat. Her mane flowed like Celestia’s but it was a dark blue like the night sky, she wore pieces of blue royal armor just like Celestia.

“Oh, my beloved subjects. It's been so long since I've seen your precious little sun-loving faces.” Her voice was calm, but it sent chills through everyone’s spines.

“What did you do with our Princess!” Rainbow Dash yelled. She attempted to charge at the mysterious figure but Applejack held her by the tail.

“Woah there Nelly...” AJ mumbled, holding on to Rainbow Dash’s tail, preventing her from getting herself killed.

The figure just chuckled at the fearful crowd. “Why, am I not royal enough for you? Don't you know who I am?”

“Ooh, ooh, more guessing games!” Pinkie exclaimed, still being cheery in a dire situation, “Um, Hokey Smokes! How about... Queen Meanie! No! Black Snooty, Black Snooty—“ fortunately Applejack shoved a cupcake in her mouth to shut her up.

“Does my crown no longer count now that I have been imprisoned for a thousand years?” she asked. “Did you not recall the legend?”

“I did.”

Everyone’s eyes and heads were turned to Twilight Sparkle, who boldly stepped out from the crowd of fearful ponies. “And I know who you are. You’re the Mare in the Moon–Nightmare Moon!”

Everyone gasped, realizing that a character of myth and legend was real, and was standing before them in the flesh and blood.

“Well well well, somepony who remembers me. Then you also know why I'm here.”

“You're here to... to...” Twilight couldn’t answer. She was overcome with fear, despite knowing what the villain’s plans are.

Nightmare Moon only laughed maniacally, celebrating her return to her kingdom. “Remember this day, little ponies, for it was your last. From this moment forth, the night will last forever!” Lighting and thunder clashed, feeding the flame of terror in everyone’s hearts.

Author's Note

First time writing a Teen rated story. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Also ideas for future stories would be very much appreciated.