A few days had passed since Death had visited, and Lucifer spoke less and was thinking more and more to the point where Spike is concerned. It was so unusual for the demonic King to be that quiet unless he was angry or something else, and he was neither. For Spike’s family and friends he put on a facade, but Spike could see right through him. His mortal wife’s may not see it because they are not powerful enough, but he himself is a half demon, angel, dragon. He is without a doubt, very powerful.

Spike’s children had started to get bored with being treated like children and had quite literally started having sex with each other. Celestia and Luna were so shocked that they didn’t know what to do, and Spike simply laughed. Nightmare Moon and Chrysalis weren’t helping Celestia or Luna in that department, as they suggested for their children which positions would turn on their brothers. Spike found it quite hilarious, and he had heard his mother mutter: “This is gonna be more difficult than i originally thought.” Spike couldn’t help but scoff at that. His children are half demons and angels with powers that no Alicorn could possibly get their hooves on unless they have angelic blood.

Sunset Grin and Cutie Licorn had been sleeping with each other as if there was no tomorrow. Their incestuos relationship was accepted by Spike and Nightmare Moon, while Celestia had some trouble with it. She then finally accepted the relationship as she felt like she would have no say in the matter anyways.

They were doing their best to teach their children magic, and they already seemed to be gifted in it, especially demonic magic as they were half demons. They were also great in holy magic that they seemed to despise with their sole being. Spike understood that the prejudice must have come from him and Lucifer’s blood. When he had informed his father, he had simply sighed and not said anything.

Spike was currently on his way to Lucifer’s bedroom as he wanted to hear what was on his fathers mind. He had no idea what his father was thinking, and that was worrying him now. He had been shutting himself away from every creature, but still made time for his grandchildren. Celestia had relaxed herself more around Lucifer and had started accepting him more and more, and she was growing quite fond of him.

Spike had just reached Lucifer’s room, and you could see that he really lived there as the numbers six hundred and six were on the door. The hallway had a long red mat, and had some furniture and sitting areas here and there. Spike knocked on the door and waited for a response, but he got none. Not even a ‘go away’ to show that somepony or creature were inside. Spike decided to allow himself entry. Spike opened the door with force as he felt the lock on the door, but he was lucky that it was mortally locked. If Lucifer had used his magic, he wouldn’t have been able to enter.

The room was without a doubt built for a tyrannical King. The bed was King sized and was made out of black coloured gold, and the ceiling lamp was made out of the most expensive crystals there is in Equestria. Selling simply one could make you a millionaire. Spike didn’t need the money, but it does feel nice that he earns money from his investments. The walls were red coloured and there was a massive portrait of the whole demon family from the royal bloodline including Spike.

In the middle was Lucifer who was giving a salute to a demon soldier, and the Queen of Hell was beside Lucifer holding his right arm in a very Rarity-lady way, and Spike was surprised by that. Lilith is known for being all year long in her estrus and that was something many demons take advantage of. To Lucifer’s right was Asmodeous who had a large plasted grin on his face as he looked at the one who was drawing. Spike was in the same position as Lucifer but a few steps down. They weren’t exactly a happy family, but they were still family and they had learned how to live with each other and they hadn't tried to kill each other. . . yet.

Spike looked more closely at the portrait and saw that it was outside of the Morningstar castle. Spike remembered that day. He had just turned thirteen and he had been in his estrus and had banged some demoness half to death. Those were some good times. Spike looked away from the portrait. He looked at the room and spotted his father in the darkest corner of the room. He was crouched down and was lost in his thoughts.

“Father, are you okay?” Spike asked, as he looked at his father. Lucifer seemed to have registered his words, but he still didn’t say anything for some weird reason. Spike walked closer, but was still cautious as to not make his father go into a murder mode or something. It wouldn’t surprise him if he would.

“Humans are fascinating creatures aren’t they?” Lucifer said, completely ignoring his son's question. Spike frowned as he didn’t really know what to think of them. They are violent, and he would dare say that they are more violent than camouflage demons. That is saying a lot.

Spike wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to respond, as it was quite a sudden change of topic. Spike wasn’t sure what his father was trying to get at and decided to answer him with as much honesty as possible. He wanted to see where the conversation went and to him it was futile to get to know his father as much as possible. It was one of the things he desired the most, and that was something he believed even his father knew. Lucifer went up from his crouched state and looked at Spike with a wicked smile.

“They weren’t always that violent you know. I was the one who made them that violent. I couldn’t help it, I had to see where they would go and what they would do. Although, ever since they came to planet Earth, everything seems to have gone to shit.” Lucifer said, making Spike look at him confused. What in the name of Lilith was he talking about? Didn’t humans only live on Earth? Lucifer saw his confused expression and his eyes widened. It seemed like his son was not aware of that tiny fact.

“Father what are you talking about?” Spike finally asked, hoping to get some answers out of him. He was not intending to leave without having some answers. Lucifer chuckled and sat down on a chair that he conjured out of nowhere and looked at Spike with a wide plasted grin, and he looked ready to make his whole world come crashing down. Spike sighed, as he knew that there were things that not even he would believe, but knew he would as Lucifer had never lied to him before.

“I am talking about a certain kind of human that still exists to this day and age. They used to call themselves ‘Syndromnesians’ and they were without a doubt, the superior race in the whole galaxy, hands down.” Lucifer said, making Spike frown a little. He had never heard of this, and he didn’t really know if he wanted to know considering his father had a maniacal grin on his face that made him shiver a little as he had a feeling that his father did something to them. Something that would make normal ponies vomit by the simple thought of it.

“Was there really a race like that? I have never heard of them before. . .” Spike said, as he trailed off to his memory lane to see if he ever heard of them. Sadly, it did not seem like it as he looked at his father for an explanation. Lucifer smiled at his son. He could understand his son’s skepticism.

“Yes there is a race like that. You see, they used to live on the planet known as Mars, or as it was known back then: Syndromnesia. It was an interesting planet, and it was one of the most advanced planets there were in the galaxy. They knew that they weren’t the only race out there, and knew that other races either human or other, were obstacles for them in their eyes. In their eyes, they were the superior race, and it was interesting considering that their whole race had disabilities. That was something seen as good for the Sundromnesians. There was one of them that wanted to end their whole planet's life, because he wanted to see if he could start lives on other planets. That way, they didn’t have to go to war the same way, but what he didn’t expect was a whole rebellion. The planet was split into the three parts, one where General Skrashte ruled, the one who wanted to end their planet's life. Then there was General Proshte who fought against General Skrashte. The final one was General Shrosht who helped General Proshte with the war. The war lasted over five hundred years, until General Skrashte pressed the big red button and the missile flew upwards, and then down. It almost ended all life. Almost. There are over fifty thousand survivors from the war, and the planet originally had over ten billion Syndromnesians living on the planet. The last Syndromnesians sent a man and women to the closest planet that could allow them to live a long prosperous life. They would be later known as Adam and Eve. They were sent to a capsule, and they were sent to Earth. At the time, the dinosaurs ruled the planet, or well, ruling as in there was no intelligent life to rule. The capsule became the meteorite that ended the dinosaurs' life, and millions of years later, They would wake up from their sleep, and they would act like monkeys. You must understand this part: when they crashed, they hit their heads badly, and that is why they acted and appeared as the first humans. Then they started to slowly but surely regain their memories and they created an object that would make any Syndromnesian remember their past lives, which can be both depressing and interesting at the same time. That is the true story of what happened to the humans. Now, they have a country on Earth known as ‘New Syndromnesia’ in the asian part of Russia, but is under the Russian flag because they don’t want to be fully found. The Syndromnesians are actually the reason many wars happened. They hoped that Adolf Hitler would kill those without disabilities and make the Syndromnesians the superior race once more, but that backfired as Syndromnesians themselves were tossed into concentration camps. They then managed to defeat him with the loss of twenty million Russian soldiers.” Lucifer explained the whole history of the Syndromnesians and Spike felt how his jaw quite literally dropped to the floor.

“Did. . . did all of that really happen?” Spike asked, making Lucifer nod at him. Spike did not know what to say. This was the first time he heard something like this, and he did believe his father as he wouldn’t lie about something like that. He took history very seriously, and knew that Lucifer wouldn’t make all of that up.

“Then there was something called: Project Blue Book. That was about UFO sightings, and all of those sightings were Syndromnesian aircrafts. They were simply testing them to see if they could potentially fly one of them to their home planet and rebuild it one day. They have been determined ever since they heard that the non-Syndromnesians planned on colonising Mars and that was something they didn't want. Right now, I have no idea if their race has been found or not, but I sincerely hope not, as I know the Syndromnesians could wipe out the whole human race within seconds. But I wouldn't be surprised if they would do that anyway to make sure that the normal humans don’t destroy their planet more than it already has.” Lucifer said, as he used his magic to summon a whiskey and a whiskey glass.

Spike was looking at his father with wide eyes. Is all of that truly real? It sounded very. . . believable, but at the same time not believable. Spike started to think through the whole timeline. It sounded possible, but he does remember how the humans had The Big Bang and how life didn’t exist before then. Spike wondered if that was done intentionally by his grandparents, or if the Syndromnesians were still at war, and they suddenly accidentally made The Big Bang and that was how most of the planets in the Milky Way were made. Spike had trillions of questions that he just had to have an answer to.

“Father, exactly where were the Syndromnesians when they lived and ruled the galaxy?” Spike asked, making his father look at him curiously. No one had actually asked him that question. They mostly told Lucifer that it was not possible, and they had walked away, but here his son is and wonders about the place the Syndromnesians were at. He started thinking about it thoughtfully as he cleared his thoughts.

“Well, I assume that they were in the same galaxy as the humans were.” Lucifer said, as he thought about it long and hard. He had never thought where the Syndromnesians had been specifically. They are known for being more deceiving than Lucifer himself, and that was something Lucifer unwillingly had to admit. Spike sighed as he looked around the room and felt like he was being watched.

“Father, would you be interested in going to Heaven this Sunday?” Spike asked, as he looked at his father who made no movement. He could feel his fathers anger, and he felt how he was almost burnt from Lucifer simply looking at him. He then felt the room become unbearably cold, and Spike simply looked at his father unimpressed. He had seen him when he was angry, and he wasn’t surprised to see it now either. Spike simply cackled coldly at his father, as the room became deadly cold.

“Why would you ask me a question like that?! You think I want to see those other disgusting angels?!” Lucifer asked, hatefully as Spike prepared for an attack. Right to what Spike believed there would be a battle, Lucifer used his magic to turn his room into a battle arena. The floors were made from material that were used by demons. The floor was basically made from corrupted stone, and the ceiling and walls were places for demons to sit and watch. There were quite a few demons that Spike thought were mere illusions to make it look more realistic. Lucifer looked powerful in all his glory, his burnt red flesh very clearly visible. His eight pack clear as day that he had trained. His coal black angelic wings were to his back and looked quite neat. Spike smirked. He liked his odds. He had a feeling that this fight would be some sort of bet, and he was gonna make sure he wins

“Spike Solaris Morningstar, I challenge you to a battle that will be legendary. If you win, I will follow you to Heaven and not even complain one bit. If I win, you will be stripped from your title as prince.” Lucifer said, making every demon gasp in shock and surprise. Spike simply rolled his eyes. He knew what his father really meant: it was that he wanted Spike to act more like a civilian than a prince. No one has the power in Hell to strip someone of their title except Lucifer. Even then, Lucifer has never in his lifetime to Spike’s understanding stripped someone of their title.

“Sure, i like these odds.” Spike said, smirking at the demons who gasped in shock. Now he truly knew it was a mere illusion. Demons don’t gasp like that. They simply stare at one with confusion or they scream in excitement. Lucifer seemed to have forgotten about that as he smiled at Spike. There was a large TV in the middle of the ring that was ten meters up and was counting down until it was battle time. It was currently two minutes until it was battle time. Spike wasn’t wearing a t-shirt, but he was wearing expensive pants and shoes. His body was very well toned, and his wings were even more perfect than Lucifer’s and that was something that made him smirk. He knew that Lucifer wasn’t jealous, but he had a feeling, that he wanted better well toned wings himself. Only sixty seconds left. . .

“Let’s see how much you have learned Morningstar Junior.” Lucifer said, with sadistic glee as he saw Spike prepare for battle. Lucifer knew it would be an intense battle, and that was something he was hoping for. Luckily, he had taken some steroids before to warm him up a little, and he might be able to defeat Spike, but he knew that his son was well trained and had some tricks up his sleeve.

Ten. . . nine . . . eight. . .

Lucifer was grinning from ear to ear while Spike just fixed him with a smirk. It was intense to just look at each other like that, and Spike was using his magic to boost some of his stamina. Lucifer felt the magic being used and grinned wider if possible. It would be an interesting battle indeed.

Seven. . . six. . . five. . .

Spike was lost in his own world as he was thinking about his wife’s and his children. Young children who are quite deceiving. He chuckled at that. They were already giving their mothers gray hairs. He laughed at that. Luna had quite whined about that until Celestia shushed her and used magic to take that away.

Four. . . three. . . two. . .

The room became heated as the two half demons prepared themselves for an intense battle. One where neither knew if they would win. Spike simply used his sense of arrogance, and knew it would make his father mad, and he was right. His father smirked but could see a tiny hint of anger for showing his arrogance.

One. . .

There was a large bang! And the fight began. Lucifer had used his speed to get to Spike quicker, and had picked him up and slammed him on the ground. Spike coughed, and used his own speed to circle around Lucifer and confuse him. It seemed to work, because Lucifer looked rather dizzy, and Spike then threw a powerful punch at his belly, sending Lucifer flying backward until he hit one of the pillars holding the arena battle circle in place.

Spike smirked as Lucifer got up. He had bruises on his body, but that was nothing compared to when he tortured himself for a whole year with starvation, cutting, and more unholy things. Lucifer was grinning, and he rushed at Spike who evaded him at the last second and he smiled. Lucifer pouted and then jumped backwards to hit Spike in the head, but he wasn’t there. Spike gave no second thought as he attacked Lucifer from behind. Lucifer felt surprised, but cackled as Spike was hitting him in the head multiple times. Lucifer managed to throw Spike backwards against a pillar that cracked a little from the impact. Spike let out a sadistic glee as he rushed up to his father and jumped as he punched Lucifer right in the face, sending him to the floor.

During the hit, Spike had felt how he had broken his nose, and that was something that Spike took pride in. Not many can get away with that, and when Lucifer got up, he looked at Spike with curious eyes, and then he attacked with a demonic sword. Spike cackled. He wanted to show his father that he can win without a sword. It would make his father look rather weak. Lucifer attacked him again, but this time he did three sixty and Spike had to practically breakdance to avoid being hit. Not that he would mind, as he was feeling a little too healthy and wanted an infection, but that could wait.

Spike looked at his father who was grinning at his son in a sadistic way. Spike simply shook his head at his fathers stupidity. Did he really think that Spike believed him about stripping him of his title as prince? If he did, then he had started to deceive himself. That was a pretty funny thought. Spike made himself invisible and rushed up to his father. Spike kicked his father right in the side of his face and then punched him in the gut. Lucifer let out a surprised whimper which further confused his as to why he whimpered, and that made himself more open for attacks. Spike didn’t hesitate as he used his magic to boost his punch and threw the last powerful punch right at him.

All time slowed down, as Spike came closer and closer to Lucifer’s face, and he was smiling. He was so close to winning that battle, and that was something he would boast about until Lucifer quite literally cut off his own ears. Lucifer was still too shocked about his own whimper to even care about Spike getting close to winning. Spike then felt how the punch hit Lucifer right in the face, and and Lucifer fell down the floor and Spike could see blood shooting out everywhere. Spike landed on his two feet and looked down at Lucifer who seemed lost in thought. Spike couldn’t help but laugh as he won.

Suddenly, everything around Spike and Lucifer, swirled and they were back in Lucifer’s room. Spike looked at his father who had a look of confusion on his face. He got up from the ground and looked at Spike who was looking at him with concern. He smiled at his son and bowed to him in show of respect.

“Alrighty Spike, I will follow you to the dinner in Heaven, but don’t expect me to be friendly towards them. They have a lot to answer for.” Lucifer said, making Spike nod in understanding. He didn’t expect that Lucifer would come to the dinner at all even if Spike won.

“That is good to know. Now, may I ask: why did you look so confused over the fact that you whimpered?” Spike asked, making Lucifer sigh. Nothing ever escaped Spike’s watch. He looked at his son and wondered how he should word it. He didn’t want to come off as weird, but then again, everything around him is considered weird in the first place.

“I have never whimpered since I became the King of all demons. I did whimper from time to time when I was an angel, but that was for completely different reasons. I have a theory that it could be because we are reaching the final day for every year that passes. I think that demons are slowly dying, but their angelic side is becoming stronger.” Lucifer said, as Spike was looking at him in surprise. He always knew that the demons including him were dying, but to hear that their angelic side was becoming stronger than their demonside was confusing to say the least.

“Interesting, why don’t you ask Faust and God?” Spike asked, knowing the answer already, but he needed to hear it be said from Lucifer himself. He was tired of guessing. Lucifer looked down to the floor and then back at Spike and he looked like he struggled to speak for a second, but he finally managed.

“Because I don't want to be seen as weak.” Lucifer said, making Spike nod in understanding. Just like he guessed. It was a very old excuse, but it was an excuse nonetheless. Spike knew something that Lucifer has either ignored or don’t know, and that is that Faust and God always loved Lucifer even after his rebellion because none of the other angels were strong enough to rule Hell, but Lucifer on the other hand was without a doubt the strongest and the most capable to rule. They knew he would be rebellious and make sure that he was far away from his angelic side as possible and that made them simply more proud, because they saw it as Lucifer’s attempt to atone for his rebellion and didn’t want to make the other angels look bad.

“And yet, they always talk about how much they love you, but you always get angry at them and shout at them. You nearly killed Michael who was trying to calm you down, but you saw it as a threat and threatened to kill him and start another war.” Spike said, bluntly making Lucifer snicker. He loved his son that way. He was always so blunt, but never corrected him because in the end, he would be lying to himself if he corrected him.

“Want to get a whiskey?” Lucifer asked, as he looked at Spike who smiled and nodded. Together, they walked away, not noticing two white orbs who had listened and watched the whole thing. The orbs flew back up to Heaven, preparing for the dinner that Sunday.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!