Author's Note

Rushed a little bit on this chapter. I completely forgot this was one of the few that weren’t complete so I tried to finish it up and spruce it up a bit but I doubt it’s sufficient. Enjoy, I guess.

I’ve been working diligently on Lewd Quest: MMORPG Adventure and it’s been dragging most of my attention away from fixing up this story.

The Dark and Powerful Trixie

Rain pours down heavily on an empty street as a cloaked figure dashes to their destination. Barging inside a small, unlit shop, the figure begins their search for a specific item. It has to be here. Months of arduous labor and bubbling hatred can’t be in vain! The stranger knocks down some tapestries and useless junk, shoves aside some books and props, searching frantically for the treasure within the rubble and baubles.

“May I help you?” a voice calls out, startling the cloaked figure in their search. They wearily look back to see a stallion standing in front of his desk with a curious brow. “Something drew you to my shop. A trinket of power, perhaps?”

The figure looks through the shelves of trinkets behind the clerk until landing on the small treasure they’ve been searching for—a small silver and ruby amulet in the shape of an alicorn. The figure raises their hoof to point at the maleficent talisman but something else catches their interest.

A small book with a pair of horned creatures standing on either side of a tree-like structure is sketched onto the pitch-black cover. A strange voice, whether in their head or from around them, calls the hooded stranger to choose this strange tome instead of the esoteric amulet. They point to it and the clerk’s eyes widen in response.

“The Book of Qliphoth,” the stallion says as he trots over to the eldritch tome. “It is one of my most recent findings. It is a mystical treasure not of this world and seems to harbor a dark presence. I wouldn’t recommend—“ The sound of a hefty bag of bits hitting the table interrupts the clerk from his warning. He looks down at his counter to see a sack overflowing with precious, gold coins, causing a greedy glint to glow in his eyes. “Would you like that gift wrapped?”

The heat of a dilapidated fire is the hooded figure’s only source of light and heat as they sit within a small cave outside of the small town and out of the beating rain. Uncovering their hood, they reveal to be a unicorn mare with a pale blue and cerulean mane and a brilliant azure coat. Her eyes, though dull violet, burn bright with a malicious hatred.

“Soon...Trixie will be Great and Powerful once more, if not already,” the unicorn says as she pulls out the Book of Qliphoth from her saddlebag.

Flipping through the book—disregarding the warnings and instructions completely—she lands on one page regarding something that could help her. On the page is the image of a sigil with the small depiction of a strange creature at the bottom.

“An invocation ritual?” Trixie whispers with intrigue. “Shattered pride, revenge against those who have wronged you, restore your glory and rule with an iron fist.” A devilish smirk spreads across the unicorn’s face as she relishes the thought of finally getting what she wants. “Whatever the risks, I will have my revenge. I will no longer be the laughing stock of Equestria. I shall be the most powerful unicorn of all time!”

Trixie proceeds to follow every instruction labeled for the ritual. Using a sharp, clean rock, she lacerates her cannon and draws the sigil on the stone floor with her own blood. Pulling out some candles—which the shopkeeper so graciously added to her purchase of the book for free—she ignites them with a burning bit of timber, letting a pungent stench flood the cavern. At last, with the preparations complete, all she has left is to invoke the creature into her world using the esoteric phrases.

“Nahemoth Qliphoth Dominus in omnibus, da mihi potestatem, et restituet mihi superbiae. Utere quasi vasa pretiosa Me et meam impleat votum.”

A cold shiver runs up her spine as the words leave her mouth but she couldn’t feel more relieved to have said them. The bloody sigil glows with an eldritch light and the flames of the candles are suddenly snuffed out. As the sigil glows brighter, it becomes the only source of light in the cavern but Trixie doesn’t feel too safe by its warmth.

The smoke of the candles converge together by some supernatural force, spiraling until forming the silhouette of the creature in the book. Two jagged, dissimilar horns protrude from the front of its temple. Two sets of wings are unfurled, along with a winding tail with a spade tip. Within its thorax, its ribs are exposed in its anorexic body. Its legs are crossed and it sits as if waiting for the mare’s request.

“Why have you summoned me?” the creature asks in a chilling voice. “For what reason have I been released from my imprisonment?”

Trixie remains frozen as she gawks upon the monster with fear. Despite it only being an astral silhouette, she feels as if its nonexistent eyes are watching her with malicious intent. Swallowing her anxiety, the fearful unicorn states her request.

“I r-request power, oh g-great Nahemoth!” she stammers as she bows before the beast. “Please, grant me power so that I may restore my pride and trample over that accursed Twilight Sparkle.”

Nahemoth doesn’t speak, drowning the cave in shrill silence, besides the pitter patter of rain and the rolls of thunder outside. Trixie feels her legs about to give in as if she’s gone too far with the request. After all, a lowly creature like herself shouldn’t be speaking to an omnipotent creature like this.

“I can sense your power...and it is pathetic,” the silhouette snaps.

Trixie winces from the creature’s harsh words and humbly bows with reverence while trembling in fear before his presence.

“Please, I’m willing to do anything to regain my glory! You can use me as a vessel; use me to conquer this world and twist it to how you see fit!” Trixie doesn’t realize what she had said before it was too late. That’s not what she intended but if it’s to gain power, she’ll say anything to persuade him.

“You would really throw away your world for your own personal gains?” Nahemoth asks. “Most would sacrifice their very souls but this is new. You really are an ignorant creature; nevertheless, I will take this offer.”

Trixie looks up at the creature with terror, finally realizing the damage she’s about to unleash upon this world.

“I have been sealed away for eons by those I called my allies and I now thirst for conquest,” the creature says. “I shall dwell within you and grant you my power to do as you wish. However, if I sense you going back on your word I will not hesitate to take the reins of your spirit and do as I so please!”

Trixie gulps a lump of fear caught in her throat and nods to the creature’s will. Without another word, the smoke silhouette begins to lose its shape until it becomes nothing more than a blob. It moves around the cave until diving towards Trixie, who stands paralyzed in fear as the smoke enters her maw.

She chokes and screams as her body burns with an unbearable, blazing pain. Every nerve in her body feels like it’s on fire as if her veins are moving magma instead of blood. She can feel Nahemoth wriggling around inside her body, attempting to fill her with his unholy power. At last, the pain becomes unbearable and she finally collapses and falls unconscious.

The sounds of magic bolts exploding and tearing through flesh echo through an open, battered field.

Lavey’s arms are hanging by a few sinews of muscle and holes litter his body as as he gasps for air. He stares Twilight down, who seems just as exhausted but with no malformations upon her figure.

“Come on, Twilight, one more time!” Lavey commands. His injuries heal without much effort as he gets into a wide stance, arms spread out and ready to intercept an incoming attack.

Twilight pants and gasps as sweat dribbles down her face and her horn burns from overexertion. However, she smirks at the hybrid and charges another offensive spell in her horn. She lets her attack loose, letting it tear across the field as it makes its way towards Lavey.

The hell-spawn converges his hands, ready to stop the beam in its tracks. Manipulating the gravity within the space between his palms, the beam condenses into a ball within his grasp. As he holds the solidified mana in one hand, he rears it back and throws a mean fast ball right back to Twilight.

The unicorn stands her ground and quickly summons a solid, pink screen in front of her. Her face is filled with determination as the ball clashes with her defensive spell. The shield cracks and slowly caves in, dwindling Twilight's concentration and hope, but the ball of energy ricochets back to Lavey. In a split second, the hybrid catches the attack and crushes it like glass.

"You're doing a lot better with mana control," Lavey commends as he approaches the burnt out unicorn. "Looks like you don't have to worry about me protecting you all the time."

As the hybrid kneels on the scorched grass, he carefully accepts a weary Twilight into his arms. Her breathing is heavy and her heart is about to beat out of her her chest. Her body feels hot, despite the sweat and cool breeze cooling her off.

"That doesn’t mean you’ll leave me, right?” Twilight asks.

Although what Lavey had said was just a joke, he can hear a ting of pain in his beloved’s voice. He pulls Twilight back to see her face warped with worry. Quickly, though, he embraces her once again to alleviate her of her distress, which seems to work as her body loosens up in his embrace.

“Why would you ever assume something so absurd?” Lavey questions. “I would never leave you for as long as I live.” He pulls back once more to see Twilight’s expression has cleared up and brightened up a bit, though somewhat uneasy. “I just meant you don’t have to rely on me when you have to do battle.”

“I know you meant that,” Twilight says as she sits on the charred grass. “It’s just that my mind somehow warped it into something worse.”

“It’s okay. By the way, have you talked to Chrysalis about learning changeling magic?”

Twilight suddenly tenses up and looks away from Lavey’s gaze. Her brows are furrowed and she seems to be muttering something under her breath, most likely a curse against the parasitic queen. Lavey gazes upon her like a stern parent chastising their child. As much as he doesn’t want to turn things this direction, the apathetic mare is consequently making it so.

“Twilight, you told me you’d learn from her. What’s wrong?” Though, Lavey knows exactly what the problem is, he wants Twilight to confess it instead of keeping it bottled up.

“I just...don’t like her around, okay?” the pony finally admits. “I know it’s just so exhilarating to try out a new type of magic but I don’t want to learn it from her.”

“That’s not a very good quality for someone who’s one of the land’s pillars of friendship,” Lavey chastises. Twilight bows her head in shame at the scolding, causing Lavey’s hearts to wither. “‘Refrain from anger and forsake wrath. Fret not yourself; it only tends to evil’. I ask that you watch what you do, Twilight. Your actions will lead to a downward spiral for both you and those around you.”

Twilight manages to look her mate in the eyes, a tinge of shame sparkling within them. She releases a small sigh as she buries her face back into the hybrid’s taut, warm chest. She doesn’t seem to be remorseful for her actions but she does seem to feel a tinge of guilt for them. If only there were some way he could get the two mares to get along...

“TWILIGHT! LAVEY!” Rainbow Dash calls out, dragging the couple’s attention over to the pegasus who looks like she’s seen a ghost. “You guys gotta come quick! Something crazy is going on!”

Lavey watches as a blue unicorn randomly zaps a few buildings and bystanders with ominous red beams of magic. Some of the things she’s doing are small prank-like spells: floppy horns, double heads, misshapen wings, small things even an imp could do. However, this magic doesn’t seem to belong to the unicorn at all. It feels demonic and downright eldritch in origin; though the hell-spawn can’t quite identify which demon would just pull small spells like these.

“Trixie!” Twilight bellows, grabbing the attention of the rogue unicorn. “What is the meaning of this?”

The unicorn known as Trixie looks to Twilight with an ecstatically maniacal grin as if possessed—which she clearly is. Igniting her horn with red, hellish mana, the rogue unicorn releases an etherial wave, canceling out her original spells and returning everything to normal.

“Just a few teasing spells to grab your attention,” she replies cockily. Her eyes wander over to Lavey and piques a brow but she doesn’t seem startled by his presence. “And it would seem you’ve brought a friend.”

Lavey steps forward, moving Twilight safely behind him as he glares at the possessed unicorn.

“I know there’s someone in there,” he declares. “Who are you and what do you want besides me?”

Trixie grins as she horrifically morphs, allowing the demon to make their presence. Two uneven horns curl from the sides of her temple and a set of tattered crow wings emerge from her scapulae. Vampiric fangs replace some of her molars, giving her a hellish look. Her eyes, now red slits, are drowned in black, inky sclera.

“I think you know me, mongrel,” a deep, syrupy voice says. “One of the ten demons of the Qliphoth, son of the Morning Star..."

Lavey’s hearts drop into his stomach as he stands frozen in the face of the demon. Even as he stands perplexed, he attempts to stand his ground and look as menacing as possible in the face of the ancient spirit.

“Nahemoth, son of Lucifer,” he answers. “So you decided to possess this random pony to get to me?”

“Oh, on the contrary, Lavey, she was the one who summoned me into this world with the Book of Qliphoth, claiming she wanted revenge against that pony right there...” he points a hoof at Twilight, who comes out from behind the hybrid’s legs with a sliver of confidence, “...for tarnishing her image and shattering her pride. I obliged her in her desires since I could go on and cause carnage when I'm through with her."

“We can take care of that later,” Trixie pops in. “I want to battle Twilight Sparkle and beat her into submission!”

Lavey scowls as he puts a hand in front of Twilight, shielding her from the advancements of her assailants and to prevent her from thinking of complying with their wishes. Twilight is already low on mana anyway, so engaging in a fight wouldn’t be fair in the slightest. If anything were to happen to her, he wouldn’t know who to beat up first—himself, Trixie, or Nahemoth.

“You lay a single hoof on her and I will hang you by your entrails,” the hybrid growls, his Satanic instinct kicking in. “If you want to fight someone, then fight me!”

However, despite this suggestion, Twilight moves out from behind Lavey, much to everyone’s surprise.

"Twilight, you've used up a lot of mana already," he warns. "You can't face them without some proper rest."

The unicorn looks to him with a small glint of determination in her eyes. "I have to at least try," she responds. "They’re after me, not anypony else at the moment. If I don't do it, they'll hurt everypony. I'll be fine, Lavey. Trust me."

He opens his mouth to retort but a small tap on his back prompts him to look back to see Rainbow Dash with a smug grin.

“Don’t worry, dude. Knowing Twilight, I bet she’ll end this fight in ten seconds flat.”

Lavey looks over to the unicorn’s desperate gaze and reluctantly nods to her request. The hybrid steps back and commands every pony to get indoors before things get hectic.

With the streets empty and every vulnerable soul locked away in their homes, Lavey and the rest of Twilight’s friends watch with high expectations for their friend as the two unicorns get ready for their bout. Twilight eyes her opponent with pity and fear while Trixie smiles maniacally at her opponent’s expression.

Trixie wastes little time in starting off the battle. Harnessing Nahemoth’s power through her horn, she condenses a large amount of crackling, arcane energy in the protrusion. She lets it loose like a cocked ballista bolt, letting it tear through the street on its way to Twilight. The purple pony stands in fear as the beam charges towards her but manages to leap out of the way just in time, singeing a few strands of her tail in the process. Luckily, the attack burns out into the atmosphere before it can cause collateral damage.

Regaining her footing, Twilight quickly fires off a flurry of magenta beams at her opponent. Much to her disappointment, Trixie summons a red, opaque shield to protect herself against the incoming attacks.

Lavey’s blood rushes through his veins and his body is begging to move to help Twilight but his mind and hearts tell him to stay back and let her handle it—as much as he hates having her fight on her own. He can only watch as his already weary mate fires off spell after spell, both offensive and defensive, in vain.

With each attack fired, Trixie dodges or blocks them with ease. With every defensive spell she puts up, Trixie shatters it instantly, following up with a counter spell of her own. Even if she tries to dodge, Trixie immediately fires off another spell for Twilight to handle.

Twilight finally manages to gain some footing and condenses a phenomenal amount of mana in her horn until a vein begins to pulsate in her temple and her horn crackles with wild energy. Trixie copies her but she doesn’t seem strained at all; she looks composed and eager to fire off her attack.

Both unicorns release their pent up magic as devastating beams of red and violet. The two attacks clash, both struggling to gain the upper hand. Twilight struggles to exert as much power as possible but she slowly loses her footing as she is gradually pushed back by her opponent’s opposing force. The beams no longer struggle, for Trixie’s manages to devour Twilight’s easily.

Realizing she can’t hold onto her attack for much longer, Twilight cancels out her spell and leaps out of the way, just barely being singed by the devastating beam.

However, with how much mana Trixie’s spell has, it doesn’t die out immediately. It quickly hurdles towards Lavey and the rest of Twilight’s friends, giving them no sure chance of escape. Luckily, the hybrid takes a firm stand in front of the spectators and spreads his arms out, projecting an opaque, red screen that causes the spell to ricochet at an angle. The arcane stream of energy is directed into the sky and disappears for good.

Twilight pants and groans from overexertion as she attempts to stand tall in the face of her smug opponent. However, Lavey can tell she’s at her breaking point. Her breaths are gaunt and her horn begins to sputter small sparks of residual mana. Her reserves are nearly dry and her heart can’t seem to bear any more pressure.

“Still standing, I see,” Trixie commends with a devilish grin. “You never cease to amaze me, Twilight Sparkle. But now, you can still call it quits and crown me, the Great and Powerful Trixie, the victor.”

“If I do that...” Twilight groans, “will you finally leave us alone?”

Trixie taps her chin with a hoof and mulls it over with a sadistic smile. Even before she speaks, everyone can tell what she’s thinking.

“Since you’re no longer the most powerful unicorn in town, that would mean I will take your place,” she says. “You will no longer be in this town and I will be Ponyville’s strongest unicorn!”

Everyone gasps in shock at the dastardly proposal and turns their eyes to Twilight for some sort of rebuttal. However, she too is flabbergasted by the proposition and seems ready to give in.

“And where do you intend to keep her corpse?” Nahemoth sadistically inquires.

Trixie’s smile fades and is suddenly replaced with a look of confusion. “Her corpse?” she questions. “W-what do you mean by that?”

“You didn’t read the ritual’s fine print, did you? Typical mortals, always so quick to action, disregarding warnings and instructions when they’re right in front of you.”

Trixie’s eyes flood with fear as she warily steps away from Twilight. A look of regret and terror spreads across her face as sweat begins to collect upon her fur.

“Trixie,” Lavey calls out, “whenever you make a contract with a demon, you must always bring forth a blood sacrifice to solidify the contract. If you don’t, the demon will gain complete control over you.”

“B-b-blood...?” Trixie stutters. It would seem that, despite all she’s said about overthrowing and defeating Twilight, she can’t bring herself to cause any actual harm. “I... I can’t do that. I’ve never—ACK!”

The unicorn freezes as if constricted by some malevolent force. Everyone watches in horror as she convulses on the ground, screaming her bloody head off. Her horn bubbles and crackles with wild mana and she begins to froth at the mouth as if stricken with some preternatural disease. Her body suddenly goes limp and her screams fade, drowning the town in silence.

Slowly, she rises from her spot but Lavey can tell she's not in control of her own body. A winding tail replaces the blue pony tail on her rear while her wings burst into flames. Her mane is set on fire, sending red embers flying around her. Her forehooves morph to form claws at the ends and the sigil of Nahemoth—an inverted pentagram surrounded on each vertex by inverted crosses—is branded into her bosom.

"I warned her about going against her word," Nahemoth says with a toothy grin. "I knew she wouldn't be able to keep her promise to allow me to conquer this world; she was soft, only seeking pride and adoration from others, no real goals. I will rule this world and begin by slaughtering you, Lavey!"

Without wasting a second, Nahemoth unleashes a barrage of flaming projectiles at the prince and his friends. Luckily, Lavey manages to reignite the opaque, red shield in the nick of time, canceling out the demon's attack; however, it cracks from the sheer overwhelming power. Nahemoth doesn't cease in his actions, but releases a bombardment of fiery projectiles, slowly causing the hybrid to falter.

"Lavey!" Twilight shouts, grabbing the hybrid's attention.

He looks back to see his paramour resting in the dirt, her friends surrounding her and providing her with as much comfort as possible. She looks absolutely drained of energy and she could pass at any given moment, were she to be by his side in this fight. Seeing her in this dreadful state causes one goal to set in Lavey's mind. He can not afford to lose, for Twilight's sake.

A burning feeling spreads through Lavey’s right arm, causing his posture to falter a bit. However, instead of the shield dissipating, it blends with red and white, fortifying the spell. Looking at his right arm, he notices the appendage has bled into white and blue, just like when he faced against the Beast.

The barrage suddenly ceases and Nahemoth scowls at the prince's newfound abilities. "Your wretched mother's blood flows through you like tainted water. I can not believe something like you even exists. I will have the pleasure of—"

Out of nowhere, a violet beam of energy strikes the demon in the face, staggering him in his stance and abruptly interrupting him in the middle of his speech. Lavey looks back to see Twilight hobbling over to him, her horn bubbling with fresh mana. He's utterly confused as to how she's managed to obtain the energy to fire off a spell like that, let alone stand. Behind the unicorn, though, Rarity is resting in her friends' hooves, her horn only spritzing blue flecks.

"Mind if I join in?" Twilight asks as she takes her spot next to the hybrid. "Rarity lent me some of her mana but I don't know how much I'll be able to help."

Lavey opens his mouth to rebuke his mate but he realizes saying "no" won't do much. He chuckles and faces the demon before him with his mate.

"Just gotta get him out of Trixie," he says. "Try and distract him the best you can while I pull him out."

"Gotcha," Twilight complies. She turns back to her friends, who are all petrified with fear. "You all stay back or head somewhere safe. This could get messy."

The rest of the ponies and Spike hesitantly scurry away to a safe location, giving Lavey and Twilight just enough space to go all out.

The hybrid takes the lead and charges towards his opponent, his divine arm stretched forth to grab the demon from within his host. Unfortunately, Nahemoth reads his movements and sidesteps. He pierces his horns into his assailant’s abdomen, tearing apart Lavey’s viscera and disembowels him.

Despite the searing pain coursing through his organs, Lavey manages to grab the piercing horns in his abdomen and snaps them off, receiving a rewarding scream or agony from the demon. As he frees the bony protrusions from his gut, he jabs them in the creature's eyes and skull, splattering blood and brain matter onto the streets.

With the Qliphoth demon blinded and somewhat inebriated, Lavey takes the opportunity to reach his hand into the unicorn’s body and pull Nahemoth out. However, Trixie's horn ignites once again to let loose a mighty pulse of energy, knocking Lavey and Twilight back and putting them back to square one in their plan.

“I will not lose to the likes of you!” the demon growls as he sorcerously plucks the bony horns from his cranium. His wounds regenerate with ease, allowing him to scowl at his opponents with unrelenting hatred. “I will kill all of you!”

Twilight takes the lead this time and charges up a phenomenal amount of wild mana within her horn but it’s not the calming sensation she’s been emanating thus far; it’s something darker and more maleficent. Her horn crackles with a strange black aura, similar to what she used back in the Crystal Empire, but not exactly. It feels more malevolent and eldritch and far more powerful.

Letting her power loose, it tears through the empty street and makes a beeline for its designated target, who stands confidently in the face of such extraordinary power. Nahemoth puts up a red, opaque shield, blocking the incoming blast easily until Twilight’s horn sputters mana and the attack ceases. However, to the demon’s surprise, a small crack appears in the face of his spell.

“What the hell was that?” Lavey ponders with intrigue. Although they’re in the midst of battle, he can’t help but wonder about this strange new spell Twilight had just unleashed.

“That dark spell I learned back in the Crystal Empire, remember that?” the exasperated unicorn asks. “I did a little tinkering with it and managed to create a far more powerful spell.”

She paws at the ground as she glares at Nahemoth’s twisted smile with malice. Her eyes have a thirst for bloodshed and death, not for Trixie, but solely for the demon—Lavey can clearly tell. Although he doesn’t particularly enjoy his mate picking up his violent habits, he’ll need her to exhaust Nahemoth so he can get him out of Trixie’s body.

Unfortunately for the unicorn, the demon unfurls his flaming wings and takes to the skies, putting himself out of Twilight's reach.

"For a prideful demon, you sure are cowardly," Lavey ridicules. "To think that someone as pathetic as you is a member of the Qliphoth."

Strangely, however, Nahemoth doesn't lash out in rage. Instead, he chuckles ominously as if what the prince said was a joke.

"I know you think that," the demon replies, "but I am a tactician—you of all beings should know this, prince. I do not flee from a battle but I find out my opponent's weak spots and reveal them." He shifts his gaze until landing on something to his left. "And I know just what it is."

Lavey follows Nahemoth's line of sight and his eyes widen in terror as he lays eyes upon his friends hiding behind a turned over cart. Twilight had warned them to get away but it would seem they aren't too keen on listening to directions.

"Don't you fucking—AH!" A sharp pain in Lavey's right arm causes the hybrid to look down in horror at the appendage. It fluctuates between divine and demonic power, correlating with his opposing emotions.

"It would seem that I don't have to do much to bring out your true nature," Nahemoth taunts. "But just to be safe—“

The demon is suddenly cut off by a rainbow blur striking him across the face. Although he doesn’t seem phased in the slightest, Nahemoth acknowledges the defiant entity by looking to their direction. All eyes turn to see Rainbow Dash smiling cockily at the demon as she hovers above him.

“Like we’d let you try and get us,” she taunts. “We’re gonna take you down together!"

Lavey opens his mouth to object the mare's offer but he quickly shuts it as he watch a plain lasso constrict the demon, wings and all. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Twilight, even Fluttershy, everyone grabs hold of the rope in an attempt to pull Nahemoth down. As he watches his friends do everything they can to help him, Lavey smiles with gratitude.

"I couldn't ask for better friends than you girls," he says.

Obviously, the thin strand of string can't contain the power of the Qliphoth demon as he struggles and fights against his constraints. As Nahemoth ignites Trixie's horn to unleash another spell, Lavey quickly dashes over to his friends and grabs the rope in his divine hand. The frail lasso is suddenly imbued with divine power, giving it supernatural strength.

The demon screeches in agony as the empowered string burns his skin. Gripping the lasso with both hands and ignoring the searing pain in his demonic arm, Lavey quickly yanks it towards him, simultaneously dragging out the Qliphoth demon from Trixie's body. Before the unicorn can hit the ground, however, Twilight encases her unconscious body in a magenta aura and gently places her on a soft patch of grass.

With Trixie finally exorcised, there is no longer a need to be merciful. As Lavey's white arm reverts back into its demonic state, he makes his way over to the demon, who cowers in fear in the prince's presence.

Nahemoth has two horns of non-proportional sizes jutting from the sides of his temple—the one on the right is slightly longer and more jagged than the other. His four wings are almost crow-like and singed. Burning, snow-white hair drapes over his shoulders. His body is anorexic and littered with burn marks and flames. Half of his face is seared and marred while the other half is angelically beautiful. Two glowing sapphire eyes glower at Lavey and the ponies surrounding him.

Upon Nahemoth’s alabaster chest is the sigil of Lucifer just above his own sigil.

"I will make sure you never harm another innocent as long as I live," the hybrid growls as he stands over his prey.

His skin squirms as clean, white bones with sharp ends emerge from his back. Lavey slithers his branching bones over to Nahemoth and readies them to pierce his hearts and brain. However, he waits for Twilight or the others to hold him back, but seeing as no one utters a word of objection or tries to pull him back, he rears his bones back to tear out his prey's vitals.

That is, until a glimmering, golden portal appears, startling the prince from executing the demon. Sensing a familiar, staggering power emanating from the portal, Lavey quickly retracts his bones and backs away. Before the being even steps foot on Equestrian soil, Lavey instinctually kneels out of fear and reverence as the power silently commands him to.

From the gateway emerges a being who seems to shine as bright as a morning star. His beauty and impeccable appearance are worth worshiping and giving praise. His power is unfathomably powerful, though, nowhere near as potent as Lavey's, yet far more mighty than any angel or demon he has encountered.

The prideful demon doesn’t address Lavey or his friends, but focuses his attention solely on Nahemoth’s fearful form. The Qliphoth demon breaks free from his weak bonds and scurries over to the Crown of Pride, where he bows at his feet, trembling in fear.

"Oh, father, you have come to save me!" the demon rejoices. "Please, show mercy to your son so that—ACK!"

Lucifer doesn't even allow his son to finish speaking before planting his foot on the demon's face, grinding his head into the dirt. Nahemoth roars in agony as his skull is pressed deeper into the earth and is ground under Lucifer's heel. Lavey can hear his skull cracking under the pressure and blood begins to seep from open wounds as the Crown of Pride shows no mercy in chastising his awry son.

“You dare ask for mercy from me, child?" Lucifer snarls. "You are a disgrace to my kingdom and my name. Your actions are deemed worthy of death or even a trip to the Abyss...yet as your father, I will show some leniency and allow the Council decide your fate."

With that, he grabs Nahemoth by his longest horn and tosses the frozen demon into the portal. He looks back at Lavey and the ponies with a warmer, friendlier face this time.

“A pleasure to see you again, young Prince Lavey,” Lucifer says with a small bow. “Glad to see you are prospering.”

"It is good to see you, too, Emperor Lucifer," the hybrid timidly greets. "T-thank you for taking care of your kid. Though, I would have preferred to paint the streets red with his blood."

Lucifer chuckles, no doubt, at the hybrid's need for vengeance. "Do not worry. If the Stygian Council claims Nahemoth deserves death, I will allow you to administer his punishment. I must say, you put up an admirable fight, prince.”

To hear the Crown of Pride commend someone else of their feats is an honor to behold. A small blush spreads across his cheeks as he graciously bows before the king, feeling his own pride explode.

Realizing he’s forgetting something, Lavey turns back to his friends and introduces them to the fallen Seraphim. "Everyone, I'd like you all to meet Lucifer, the Crown of Pride, and Emperor of Hell."

Everyone slowly waves and gives the demon anxious smiles, to which the Crown accepts.

“A pleasure,” the fallen angel says, maintaining his stance. “Take care of yourself and this world, Lavey. I shall inform your father of your accomplishment once I get the chance. Farewell for now.”

With that, the Emperor steps into the golden gateway, which shuts closed behind him.

“I can’t sense his power...” Twilight mutters as she trots up next to Lavey. He looks down at the mare to see her trembling in fear and her eyes have shrunk to pinpricks. “...but I could tell he was undoubtedly powerful.”

“That’s Lucifer for you; the one and only Emperor of Hell, who reigns then, now, and forever more with unrivaled might.”

A soft groan drags everyone’s attention back to Trixie, who slowly rises from her grass bed and looks around wearily at the ponies, hybrid, and drake surrounding her. Her eyes suddenly snap open and tears begin to cascade down her azurite fur as she breaks down in shame.

“I’m sorry. I’m such a fucking idiot! I didn’t mean for this all to happen, I just—“

“Trixie, please, shut up,” Twilight demands. Everyone remains flabbergasted by the unicorn’s unruly words but remain quiet as she approaches the downfallen unicorn. “You’re an idiot, not for trying to fight me, but for trying to use a demon’s power when you knew the consequences and nearly killed all of my friends!”

Trixie winces and buries her head under her hooves, ready for some sort of retribution from the purple unicorn. Instead of a lashing, though, Twilight surprisingly rests a hoof on her back, prompting Trixie to look up in bewilderment.

“But you also did try to stop once you realized your mistake. You just...need to learn to make some friends to help guide you, that’s all.”

Trixie, overwhelmed by the unicorn’s forgiveness, happily embraces Twilight, nearly squeezing all the air from her lungs. She thanks her profusely, not even realizing Twilight’s face becoming more purple than she usually is.

“Okay, okay! Geez! Calm down a bit, Trixie! Please!”