Dane Vogel, chief executive of the Ultor branch in Hell, had managed to strike a deal and gained the assistance of Johnny Gat, Kinzie Kensington, and the Equestrians. He had also struck a bargain with somepony who was ambitious enough that she could soon become the biggest name in the Equestrian underworld. It was a risky investment, but the reward would be worth it if he can install an Ultor branch in Equestria and gain access to their markets.

Dane would stop at nothing to gain the fame and glory that he deserved. He would invest his earnings into whatever it took to become the biggest figure in the business world. He never held onto grudges as they were unproductive and detrimental to progress. That was why he would ally with the Saints who killed him in life and cast him into Hell. As long as there was business, he would adapt.

As part of his investment with the Saints, Dane had procured a pair of artifacts.

One of them, Lucifer’s Cracked Halo, was one that he had to spend nearly his entire fortune to acquire from one of his associates. It was a magical artifact that was not at full power but the basic functions still existed. It would allow Johnny and Kinzie to sprout wings and fly through New Hades unimpeded...at least until Satan turned on the aerial defenses.

The other artifact required some adjustments to its spell matrices in order to be useful. It took a lot of secret backroom deals to be made in order to adjust the artifact. He had to remove its addictive properties which ultimately reduced its magical potency while adding in a spell to give the wearer wings as long as it was worn. Another spell was added to allow the wearer to share the effects with others in accordance to the wearer’s will. The lost potency would be made up with the magics of Hell. Dane had to go through a lot of hoops to make sure the Alicorn Amulet was ready for use.

As for how the amulet ended up in Hell, Dane had established some connections with some of the Tartarus guardians in the Atlantean section and the artifact ended up in Tartarus after some Zebra left it in their care.

Johnny gripped the halo with his right hand while Kinzie gripped it with her left. The energies of the halo altered their arms and inscribed a filigree pattern on them.

The Alicorn Amulet was made into a necklace which Pinkamena put around her neck. Once worn, the amulet wrapped its energies around the madmare and created a pair of wings at the sides of her barrel.

Pinkamena inspected her new appendages. While the wings still moved with her will, she could still tell that they were an enchantment.

Channeling her will through the amulet, she also bestowed wings to her friends. Moondancer and Vinyl looked like alicorns. Gilda didn’t receive any physical enhancements but she could feel the magic within her react to the power of the amulet. She didn’t feel any different, but decided to wait and find out if anything changed before judging whether or not whatever happened affected her.

After they were given the power of flight, Johnny and Kinzie were sent to a floating island over the molten sea to learn how to use their wings. Dane personally taught the two how to use them.

Meanwhile, Gilda was playing flight instructor and teaching the others how to use their new appendages. She had to be reminded time and again that her friends were not Rainbow Dash; they didn’t have her aptitude for flying and neither were they pegasi. On several occasions did Gilda have to save a pony from falling into the magma.

It came as no surprise that Treehugger was the first among the ponies to learn how to fly properly because she had worked with wings several times in the past so she was able to fly at a passable level to Gilda’s standards. The others soon got the hang of their newest appendages and tested themselves by flying through spheres that contained souls throughout the area. Each pony who absorbed a soul cluster sent the power gained directly to the Alicorn Amulet.

Once everypony got the hang of flying, Pinkamena made Pinkie stay with Dane and Marble while they went out to begin conquering New Hades. Pinkie protested but Pinkamena countered that Hell was no place for non-violent ponies. “You have friends waiting for you in Equestria Pinkie, what are they going to think when they find out that you had to murder a bunch of demons to get home? Even if they are fine with that, this is a realm full of amoral demons who will stop at nothing to kill us and worse. They will use you as a hostage.”

“But I can’t just sit and cower at this point Mena, not when we’re so close to home.”

“How about a test of your resolve.” Pinkamena pulled a pistol from her mane and tossed it into Pinkie’s hooves. “If you can kill demons without hesitating, then I will let you accompany us. There is no mercy to be given in this realm, not from them and neither must we.”

The sound of gunfire was heard nearby. The two turned their heads to the direction of the shooting and headed that way. In the nearby street, they spotted Marble shooting at demons patrolling the street and getting shot at in retaliation. Marble moved to evade the return fire, getting grazed a few times.

Pinkamena facehoofed at the sight, “Of course, always the quiet ones.” She turned back to Pinkie. “Anyway, you can either come help make sure your sister doesn’t get herself killed or you can head back to Vogel and hide. I’ll respect your choice either way. But if you choose to kill demons with us, you have to follow my orders, got that?”

With that said, Pinkamena headed to the street to support her usually quiet sister and make sure she doesn’t get killed.

Pinkie was left in a difficult position. Here they were in Hell, a realm where only bad people go and now she was left with a difficult decision to make. Seeing her shyest and gentle sister killing demons alongside her big sister made Pinkie wonder why every pony who followed Pinkamena became a killer.

“They understand what they need to do to get the job done,” said Dane who walked up beside the party pony. “You’re probably wondering why ponies, who are normally pacifists, are suddenly turning into violent murderers. It’s not that your sister turns them into killers, it’s that she knows the reality of their situation and she helps them see that reality as well. You’ve known her for years now so you should know it as well. She has protected your innocence all this time because it’s something big sisters do. Don’t you think it’s about time you repay that debt you owe her?”

“Vogel!” Pinkamena yelled from the street. “If you’re putting ideas into her head, you’re taking a fiery bath in the sea.”

“...I’ll leave you to think on that.” Dane briskly walked back to his office afterward while trying hard not to look like he was in a hurry to get away from Pinkamena.

Pinkie knew that Dane had a point, the others were doing what needed to be done to get them home. She knew that she didn’t owe Pinkamena a debt for protecting her because they were sisters who look out for each other. But seeing Marble going around killing demons made her realize that she was the only pony who wasn’t carrying her weight and though Pinkamena would never say it, the party pony knew that the madmare knew that she was being a burden to her.

As much as she hated killing, these demons were the only things keeping her from getting home to her friends and the sooner they took over New Hades, the sooner they could get home.

Pinkie noticed a demon taking aim at Marble while she and Pinkamena were distracted. Acting quickly, Pinkie overcharged one of her party bombs to explode, slathered it in honey and put it in her party cannon before firing it at the demon. The shot impacted the demon in the chest and sent him flying into the alley. The demon tried in vain to get the sticky device off his chest before the bomb went off. The resulting explosion tore at the demon’s flesh and sent parts of him splattering all over the alley.

Pinkamena, Marble and the remaining demons in the area stopped fighting to look at the damage that occurred. Neither sister could believe what they saw as they had just witnessed Pinkie killing someone on purpose.

Pinkamena acted quickly to clean up the area before she grabbed Marble and Pinkie and flew back into the office building.

The madmare stared at the two of them for a few moments before she asked them an important question, “Are you two sure you want to be a part of this? Think hard about your answer because if you agree to work with us in taking over this city, there will be no taking back your decisions.”

Marble was the first to reply, “S-Satan will come after us whether we want to fight or not. I won’t become a burden on you or any of my sisters. I hate fighting, but I understand that we need to if we want to see our home again.”

“And I can’t be the only one not fighting while everyone else is fighting to get home. I know I’m not much of a fighter, but I have to do something if it means us getting home,” Pinkie added.

Pinkamena sighed then gave the two a serious look, “Fine, but I don’t want either of you backing down from all of this. This matter is a commitment and the stakes have never been higher. Our way home is on the line so don’t screw this up.” The other two nodded. “Good, now we wait for the others and Dane can point out targets for us to hit.

Once everyone was back from flight training, Dane began briefing the group on what to do to get Satan angry at them.

“Here’s the deal. If you want some face time with Satan, you need to get his attention. Now Satan hates being challenged so anything you do to undermine his control is good. Fraud, mayhem, shooting demons in the face...anything.

Activities and dealing with targets will earn you land ownership. Activities include the previously mentioned fraud and mayhem along with flying around like you own the place and saving souls.

“My lawyer Legal Lee figured out a way to get some gold level clients a fast track out of Hell. The more abuse you put these guys through, the more years we can shave off. Lee suggested running clients though the designated intersections to boost their punishment. Oh, and dive in front of those vehicles on fire for bonus years. I mean, let’s face it, the more they hurt, the sooner we can get these wretched bastards out of here.

“There are places where Satan is using his magic to send souls skyward and downward. You want to save those souls before they fall to their deaths.

“Next, I’ve marked some targets for you to take out. There are five Marshalling Grounds, one in each district. Satan gathers his armies there and they’re all guarded by each of his Archdukes. There are also facilities that Satan uses to extract the sins from the souls in Hell. Those sins are used as the primary currency around here. We want to shut these places down to deny Satan his cash flow. There are also a few places around where you can challenge Satan’s minions to a little King of the Hill. You survive the challenge, the land is yours. There are also some other targets and challenges that you can take on but I think I’ll leave those to be explained by my associates.

“As you help my associates, they will help you power up your respective artifacts and point you to places where you can enhance those powers even more.

“Keep in mind, it won’t take much for you to get Satan’s attention, but it will still take a lot of doing to make him pissed enough to fight you. The first thing he will do is activate his aerial defenses to deal with you. You can anger him even more if you disable them by ripping out their hearts. Any questions? No? Then get going and make this city yours.” Dane went into his personal office to watch events unfold.

“So what’s the plan, Mena?” Johnny asked.

Pinkamena began assigning the takeover of districts to pairs of ponies or griffon after she examined the map and what each district offered and the associate trying to take control of it. She assigned Octavia and Vinyl to The Den to help the playwright, William Shakespeare. Treehugger and Marble stayed in Forge to help with the district that Dane wanted to control.
Gilda and Limestone ended up with the desolate Barrens where the pirate Blackbeard kept his ship. Moondancer and Maud were assigned to the Downtown district where some old acquaintances were in a security war with Satan’s security firm, Sinterpol. This left Pinkamena and Pinkie with Shantytown where the legendary murderer, Vlad the Impaler, resided.

Johnny and Kinzie were told to stay mobile and assist the others. Kinzie decided to fly around the districts collecting Soul Clusters and tomes because her obsessive-compulsive nature was rearing its metaphorical head. Johnny did what he did best: indiscriminately murder demons.

As the ponies left, Pinkamena saw Marble huddled in a corner, likely because the adrenaline rush just wore off and she was only now feeling the gravity of the situation she had put herself in. Unfortunately, Pinkamena didn’t have time to deal with her sister so she left the task of rousing her to Treehugger.

“Of all the places in this piece of Tartarus, I end up with the middle of nowhere,” Gilda complained as she and Limestone flew back south in the direction they had originally come from when they first arrived in Hell.

“I get that there’s not much here, but for whatever reason this so-called ‘legendary pirate’ chose to claim this piece of nothing,” Limestone added. She briefly glanced at her new appendages. “I just hope we can take this city quick, I really don’t want to learn how to preen these things.”

It didn’t take long for Gilda and Limestone to find the ship that belonged to Blackbeard. The Queen Anne’s Revenge sat atop a series of stone pillars over a fiery pool of magma. The duo landed on the deck. They looked around but saw nobody around. Gilda saw the ship’s steering wheel and began imagining herself sailing on open waters.

Gilda’s daydream was interrupted with the sound of a deep, rough and masculine voice, “Abandon ship! We’ve been boarded!”

Gilda and Limestone looked ahead to find a man with dark skin that had orange glowing lines inscribed into it. He had a fair sized black beard and he was dressed in a black vest, pants and boots and had a black tricorn hat.

The man, who the Equestrians suspected was Blackbeard, kicked away a demon that looked like it would only reach up to Limestone’s muzzle in height. It was red, had glowing red eyes and a glowing red maw with a set of sharp teeth. Its arms and feet ended in claws and it had pointed ears. There were a fair number of them invading the ship and trying to destroy it.

Limestone started crushing the imps with her hooves by jumping on them while Blackbeard directed Gilda to a chest near her. When she opened it, she pulled out a warhammer which had a head that resembled a demon with a flat face and two large horns. Gilda used the hammer to play whack-an-imp with the small army of imps. She created a few dents in the ship but nothing that couldn’t be repaired.

“I summoned these imps to serve as me crew. I forgot what a handful they could be. Once aboard, they wouldn’t listen to their cap’n. They ran amok down in the bowels of the ship,” Blackbeard explained.

“You ever consider showing them an act of dominance?” Gilda offered.

“They’re supposed to listen to what their summoner says. I must have messed up the contract somehow.”

“Or maybe you need to do this.” Gilda grabbed one of the imps and held it up to her face before she unleashed a fierce roar in the demon’s face. The imp cowered before the griffon. The other imps noticed what happened and placed their hands on the ground and bowed before her while begging for her forgiveness. Blackbeard’s jaw dropped when he saw his traitorous crew obeying her.

“Show an act of dominance, you say? I’ve never seen a creature such as ye. What are ye?”

“I’m a griffon,” Gilda answered with a raised eyebrow.

“Impossible, those creatures are but legends from times before me own.”

“Well, you’re looking at one.”

“I see, seein’ as ye handle me crew quite well, I feel the spell would be well kept in your hands, err, talons.” Blackbeard channeled his magic into Gilda which flowed into Limestone and the rest of her friends. Her mind expanded as she suddenly knew the spell to summon imps.

However, when she used the spell, the imps appeared different. Instead of the red color that they just fought, Gilda’s imps were black and radiated shadowy energy. Limestone summoned imps as well but hers looked more like small golems made of rock.

Still, having demons at their beck and call, Gilda and Limestone could get used to that.

Octavia and Vinyl were impressed that there was working electricity in Hell, though they figured that some form of magelights were at work. The entertainment district appeared to be a place where one would satisfy their carnal desires given the number of strip joints in this part of town.

The address given by Dane took them to a neighborhood called Bard’s Bastille. The place of residence was a nightclub in that neighborhood. Vinyl was feeling comfortable being in her element while Octavia was glad that at least one of them was comfortable.

Inside the club, they were quickly noticed by Shakespeare who was overseeing the dance floor from an upper level behind a turntable. Once he spotted the two, he picked up his microphone and announced himself, “Lights up: William Shakespeare - Humanity’s greatest playwright, and Hell’s most diabolical purveyor of entertainment, looks on as a pair of magical creatures, born of a small girl’s fantasy, on an Orphean quest enters. The Bard’s interest is piqued, and he looks to test his visitors’ mettle.” He held out his hand holding his microphone and dropped it on the turntable before he began scratching on the turntable.

“I like this guy, wouldn’t mind scratching with him every now and then,” Vinyl commented.

“Eyes up Vinyl, we have company,” Octavia warned.

Vinyl grinned as she pulled out her Wubstep Gun and started filling the room with her music and blasted the heads of the demons wearing comedy masks around the dance floor. Octavia pulled out her sniper rifle and blew a hole in the head of a sleek red demon carrying a sniper rifle. Another such demon teleported to the rafters and tried to hide his presence in the darkness but Octavia saw him clearly and shot him down.

“Shakespeare is fascinated by the duet on the dance floor. The white horned one fights with the roar of the modern age that drowns out the sounds of this humble Bard’s studio. The other possesses sight beyond the scope of most of humanity. But it is the chemistry of these souls that intrigues this Bard. One whose heart is filled with the sounds of today and lives for today and tomorrow while the other fills Shakespeare’s heart with elation that the sounds of his mortal days had yet to be silenced. Two who appear as opposites and yet incomplete without the other.”

It was then that a robed demon appeared floating above the dance floor surrounded by a red barrier that was surrounded by a number of demonic runes. “This fight is far from over,” the Dark Inciter said. He then summoned more demons wearing comedy masks.

Octavia quickly dispatched the remaining Tragedy and Flying Demons while Vinyl overwhelmed the Dark Inciter’s shield with her Wubstep Gun before the music overpowered and obliterated the demon.

“The conflict resolved, Shakespeare eagerly awaited meeting the duet that dispatched so many of his men. Undoubtedly they were here for The Bard’s aid, and while happy endings were not a thing found in Hell, Shakespeare always had a soft spot for comedies.”

“He certainly seems committed to his narrating,” Octavia commented.

“Kinda reminds me of that one travelling magician who showed up in Ponyville a couple of times and left humiliated both times,” Vinyl thought out loud.

“I was still living in Canterlot back then, were you there?”

“Nah, I just heard the rumors, though now that I think about it, he and that mare might make for an interesting duo.” Vinyl and Octavia shared a giggle.

Shakespeare, a man with no hair atop his head except on the sides with red glowing eyes and was wearing chain mail, walked downstairs to greet the ponies. “While Shakespeare is intrigued by the conversation conducted by the lovely heroines, time makes no exception to stop and the heroines must be prepared for the ultimate confrontation. And so, Shakespeare called forth the Deus Ex Machina to bestow our protagonists with the arcane power of Force Stomp.”

After the surge of power subsided from the musical duo, they realized that the power they now felt was actually familiar, as if it were the same power of Stomp that they had before.

To test out this new ability, they went outside the club and performed a Stomp. Just as they figured, Octavia’s Stomp slowed time around her while Vinyl unleashed a powerful electrical discharge.

Both welcomed back their old friends.

Moondancer and Maud were flying above the congested traffic of the Downtown district. Moondancer could tell that her companion was uncomfortable being so high in the air despite her neutral expression and the fact that she was an earth pony.

Maud had another reason for her discomfort though. She continued looking at Moondancer with curiosity even through her neutral face. Since there was still time, she decided to ask the question that had been bothering her, “What is Pinkamena to you?”

Moondancer was surprised by the sudden question. She looked back at the stone-faced mare before she thought of an appropriate answer. “She is the one who saved me from a life of loneliness that plagued me since I graduated from Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. I felt like my own interests were nothing but trouble before I met her. She helped me embrace the part of myself that I was rejecting because of society’s standards.”

“So you see her as a hero? I can’t imagine that being the only reason you two are in a relationship.”

“Well, it kinda helps that we share similar kinks.” Moondancer blushed while Maud smiled. “I’m not sure what Pinkamena was like before me, Octavia, Vinyl, Gilda and Treehugger met her, but I do hope that we have had a significant impact on her life.”

Maud maintained her smile, “Pinkamena was far from the nicest pony around. I suppose our parents being forceful with her inheriting the family rock farm didn’t help with that. As she entered her teenage years, she was rebellious and snapped at anypony trying to control her life. She felt like the world was against her and it tried to make her into what it wanted, never knowing that the world itself was turning her into a monster. If it wasn’t for sending her away from Equus, I fear she may have become a serial killer.

“You and the others, as well as the Saints, have had a huge impact on her life. I’m glad she has friends like you.”

Moondancer’s blush deepened but she shook it away as they approached the parking lot near the garage where the DeWynter sisters were holed up. Inside the garage, they flew up to the second level where Viola and Kiki DeWynter were discussing their plans.

“We’re standing in a parking garage,” Viola stated.

“I don’t like it either, but Sinterpol isn’t giving us many options,” Kiki responded.

“I can’t believe they tried to force us out.”

“I can’t believe you forgot the mimosas.”

“I think we have bigger problems.”

“I don’t think you realize how much I love mimosas.”

Everyone noticed the demons that infiltrated the parking garage.

Maud slammed a hoof into the chest of one of the group of demons on a walkway approaching the sisters. The demons were sent flying through the wall and out of the garage. Moondancer noticed a group of flying demons firing at the sisters so she lit her horn and held their wings in her magic before she slowly ripped them off, causing the demons to scream in agony before they fell to the bottom floor where she set them on fire. The demons continued to scream until they stopped moving.

“Whew, I really needed that,” Moondancer said before thanking the corpses. Maud raised an eyebrow before shrugging and ran out of the garage to deal with more demons.

Kiki blinked at Moondancer’s display. She asked her sister, “Was she always like that?”

“You’d be amazed by what Pinkamena has done too if you lived long enough to see it,” Viola answered.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

Outside the garage, Moondancer and Maud were using the vehicles in the parking lot to bash and crush demons. The unicorn ripped the wings off more flying demons before Maud crushed them with cars.

While they were busy tearing apart the demonic ambush, a large demon with red spikes coming out of his elbows charged into the parking lot looking to take down the ponies.

His charge didn’t last long once he was noticed. Maud charged into the demon’s groin and bashed it with her hoof which caused him to keel over grabbing his crotch. He felt his head held in a telekinetic grip which forced his head to begin twisting. He resisted at first until Maud jumped on his back and added her own force to the twisting motion which broke his neck. Moondancer then pulled back on the head and ripped it off his shoulders, taking his spine with it. Moondancer sent the head flying away.

Viola and Kiki witnessed the brutality and quickly agreed to never piss off Equestrians.

For their assistance, Maud and Moondancer were rewarded with a Blast power. Both tested their new powers on some nearby demons. Moondancer’s power seared the demons in holy energy until they disintegrated.

Those affected by Maud’s power turned to gemstones which turned into bonus currency when they were shattered. “Huh, I guess these demons are stuck up.”

Neither Pinkie or Pinkamena could figure why there would be a prison in Hell when the realm itself was a prison. According to Dane, his associate in Shantytown, Vlad the Impaler, was being held prisoner in that penitentiary on an island not far from the town.

Pinkie was concerned that the prison was made to hold the meanest, grumpiest, and angriest people in all of Hell and torture them in the worst way imaginable. The party mare figured that the means were so terrifying that she couldn’t begin to imagine what was happening to them.

The guards didn’t seem to mind the new arrivals since they appeared to look away and ignore them. This was fine with Pinkamena as she would prefer to save her energy for when the real fighting started.

The inside of the prison was not what either mare was expecting. In fact, it made Pinkie smile and Pinkamena roll her eyes at how disappointing the atmosphere was. The place looked like a court in a mall while the walls were decorated with positive messages. The floor was a checkerboard of pink and yellow squares. In the center of the room they entered, there was a circle of demons and demons dressed as child-friendly demons as well as tortured souls in prison uniforms. Vlad was spotted among the group. The intercom was playing “Wheels on the Bus”.

Vlad appeared to be in a trance-like state while singing along to the music before he passed out.

“This place seems nice,” Pinkie observed.

“Yeah, if they were you. For psychoes and murderers like me and Vlad over there, it’s like being in one of Zinyak’s simulations. Anyway, head up to the next floor and put a stop to that music before I’m tempted to collapse the prison just to stop it.”

“Okie dokie lokie,” Pinkie saluted before charging up the stairs.

Meanwhile, Pinkamena pulled out her Vorpal Blade and started dismembering demons and causing their blood to spray all over the place. Flying demons appeared to suppress the disturbance but ended up with their wings sliced off when the madmare took to the air. Those who survived ended up with their skulls smashed by Pinkamena’s Knightmare. She had to remain mobile to avoid getting into the line of fire of the Shadow Demons on the second floor.

The familiar and soothing sound and smell of carnage greeted Vlad’s senses which stirred him from his coma. His eyes opened to an interesting sight above him as a pink pony with wings was hovering above him while she had an expression on her face that showed how much she was enjoying butchering the demons in the area. A mare after his own heart.

While Pinkamena was having her fun, Pinkie found the broadcasting room and the demon who wasn’t paying attention to her banging his head as he listened to music on his headphones. Whether it was the music being played or other music meant to tune out the wholesome music the party pony didn’t know. All she knew was that she had to put an end to the music.

With a sigh, Pinkie pulled out an explosive cupcake, jumped toward his head to tackle him and shoved the cupcake into his mouth. The demon panicked for a moment before his head exploded. Pinkie looked away from the blast before turning to the equipment. With no idea on how to operate the device, she pulled out a large hammer from her mane and smashed the equipment until it stopped functioning.

The music outside the room began to distort until the sounds from the speakers were silenced.

Pinkamena, while glad that the music was stopped, was having trouble dealing with the Shadow Demons who repeatedly teleported away to avoid most of her attacks. This was beginning to frustrate the madmare.

“Take this, the Stygian Cold Fire,” Vlad declared as he gave some of his power to Pinkamena. “Use it to end these fools.”

Pinkamena’s grin turned maniacal before she yelled to Pinkie and Vlad, “You two might want to close your eyes, these demons are about to feel real terror.” Pinkie quickly obeyed while Vlad looked on with curiosity. The madmare shrugged before she activated her Aura power and entered her Madness form.

The Shadow Demons were paralyzed in fear as the terrifying equine visage was upon each of them nearly instantaneously before their feelings of terror subsided when their consciousness faded with their lives.

Vlad looked on in terror and awe at the ghostly manifestation of fear before the Aura effect faded and the mare returned to normal. “Truly an impressive sight for one to express the true terror of death. I can only imagine how many lives you have taken with that knife.”

Pinkamena smirked, “Just don’t try coming on to me, I already have a marefriend.”

Vlad nodded, hiding an expression of slight disappointment, “Let us return to my castle where we may discuss our plans in more appropriate surroundings.”

Pinkie returned to the bottom floor to regroup with Pinkamena. She was still humming the wholesome music as she went.

Vlad leaned over to Pinkamena whispering, “Could you get her to not hum or sing that song in my presence? Any reminder of it brings me pain.”

Pinkamena convinced her sister to not hum or sing while around Vlad as the trio headed to Vlad’s castle.

Author's Note

At long last, Pinkie is actively getting involved in the violence.

The next five chapters are going to take place in a simultaneous timeframe. This means each group is going to work on taking one district at the same time as the others. Five chapters, five points of view of the same timeframe.

One other thing, over those 5 chapters, Pinkamena, her friends and Pinkie, with the exception of her other sisters, will be getting one of the 7 deadly weapons each. Shouldn't be too hard to guess who will be getting which weapon based on the context of their behavior.