Spirit and his parents sat down, and waited for everypony to calm themselves. Spirit had stopped crying first, than his father, and finally his mother. They were all silent at first, bu Spirit wanted to break that silence. He still had questions, but he couldn't speak. He just wanted to spend time with his parents, and get to know them. While Spirit was trying desperately to break the silence that seemed to possessed the room, his father broke it.

"You still have questions, right? Well you can ask us anything." Death said as he put on a smile of genuine happiness. Spirit sat silently for a moment in order to pull himself together.

"Yes, I want to know how my friends are doing. Can you tell me?" He asked. Death took a deep breathe, and then exhaled.

"They are fine, they are still fighting Queen Chrysalis." Death said in the calmest tone he could muster.

"Really? They're still lasting?" Spirit said, obviously surprised.

"No, it actually hasn't been more then a minute since you've been gone. A minute for them at least."

"What do you mean 'for them at least'?"

"One minute up on the surface is a week here in Hell. So to them, you literally just died."

"Why is it a week here for a minute up there? Why not have the lengths of time be the same?" Spirit asked.

"The reason behind this is so that bad ponies stay here longer and get more punishment." Spirit's mother said as she walked to the window.

"Well, that does make sense." Spirit said as he thought for a moment. "Can I somehow get back there and help them!?" Spirit yelled as the thought entered his mind.

"Yes, you can actually." Death said. "However, it would be difficult. We would have to manipulate the time flow of Hell in order to do that, and that hasn't been done in thousands of years." Spirit fell silent and thought about his father's words. It stung him to know that even though it was possible to get back to the world of the living, he might not be able to get back anyways. "If I could convince Lord Beelzebub, he could help you out."

"Or we could just power our son up so much that he could do it himself." Death and Spirit both averted all of their attention. "The only pony in Hell who had the strength to change the time flow here was Lord Beelzebub. However, I think that with enough training here, you could do it to."

"Honey, it is t-"

"I'm in!" Spirit shouted with excitement. Death whipped his head around to face Spirit.

"Are you sure Spirit? Even though you are in Hell, the training could kill you in a way that it would keep you from leaving." Death said in what appeared to be a concerned voice. "Your friends are really that important?"

"Yeah, Some of them really are." Spirit said with complete certainty. Death sighed and glanced back at his wife and son.

"Very well. When shall we begin training?" Death asked.

"How about now?" His son asked. Death really didn't want that answer.

"Fine, I know where to start first, so just tell me when you're ready to go."

"Okay, let's go." Spirit said, obviously getting impatient. Death facehoofed at this, but decided to help his son with his special training. Death had opened the door and began to lead his son out, but one thing crossed his mind. How would Brawny Spirit begin his training? There were five segments, but he didn't know what to begin with. Then, it struck him. He knew what he would have his son start with.

"Son, follow me. We'll begin training soon, just follow me." He said as he flew through the halls. Spirit sighed, not wanting to use up his energy, but he to took to the air. They quickly burst through the entrance and zoomed across Hell, staring at the horrible landscape. Body parts were covering the ground, keeping anypony from seeing the actual ground unless they actually dig through the corpses. Among the bodies there were many thin, paled, and greedy ponies all fighting to eat the corpses just to live through all of this. They all did this just so they could survive, and keep a fragment of hope for themselves. If they died in Hell, there was no way that they would come back to life. As Spirit turned his head forwards, he could see a large pit of lava. He had seen dozens of lava pits, but this one seemed worse. As he and his father got closer, the heat began to rise, Spirit began to sweat, and the weaker beings near the pit were burning. They weren't even close. They were very far away. "Here, this is the place." Death said as he landed next to the pit. Spirit followed.

"So, why here?" He asked.

"This is where you shall gain one of twp 'Spawn' abilities."

"Wait.'Spawn' abilities? What are those." Spirit asked.

"Spawn abilities are abilities that are used by Hell-spawns. Either that, or somepony with a bleak, cold heart. Though I know that you are not entirely heartless, you are for the most part. With that, I think you could learn how to use them."

"Okay, so what do those abilities have to do with this lava pit?" Spirit asked while pointing his hoof at the pit. "Also, if there are Hell-spawns, why don'y you just get them to help me? I mean, you're Death himself!"

"There are no more Hell-spawns." Death said. "They all died fighting holy beings or something, I never really looked into it myself." They were silent.

"You suck at taking care of your subordinates."

"Eat me. Now what you have to do is get to the bottom of the pit and press your hoof against the center of the giant symbol that sits there. After that, you will get the first ability." Death said calmly.

"That sounds way to easy." Spirit said while narrowing his eyes.

"Well, the lava there is twice as hot as the Sun's core." Death said, again, in a very calm manor. Again, silence.

"NO." Spirit shouted as he backed away quickly.

"Just do it! If you don't do it, you will never be able to beat Sombra!" Death shouted.

"Dad? Do you even know how strong he actually is?" Spirit called from a few feet away.

"Well, he can destroy the planet. But that isn't the point! Just do this and a few other things and you can beat him!" Spirit sat in silence, staring at his father. He stood up, walked over to him, stared him in the eyes, and smacked him in the face.

"The readers are gonna rage so fucking hard because of you." Spirit turned, and jumped into the lava head first. His dad just stood there, and looked at the point where his son jumped at.

"What just happened?" He asked, but got no answer. He stared harder at the lava in hopes to see his son, and he could just barely do so. His son was blasting his way through the lava, trying desperately to reach the bottom. The heat was rising greatly with every inch closer. He even tried to part the lava so it wouldn't touch him, but it radiated such heat that it almost didn't matter. For what seemed like hours to Spirit, who was using all of his strength, he could not yet see the bottom. Spirit's magic was starting to fade. His magic coating couldn't handle such heat. Spirit was even using his Lycan power to speed through the lava. Though this would seem like it was his last resort, this wasn't.

Determination

Spirit spun around to face the surface, and blasted a strong beam of magic. With this blast of incredible power, Spirit began to speed through the lava and blast through any rock that happened to be in his way. He smashed everything away, all for one goal. To reach the bottom. However, even though he could feel himself pushing through the lava even harder, he could not even see the bottom. Spirit began to slow, he began to lose hope, but realized something. If he failed now, he would also fail his grandfather. He had given his life to stop Sombra, and he put his hope in one thing. Brawny Spirit. He once more spun around and began to blast energy waves out of the lava and felt himself speed up even more so. He knew that he exceeded his speed from his fight with Celestia, and he loved it.

Son, can you hear me?! Spirit was surprised, but tried to reply back.

Yes, I can hear you. What's up? He asked.

I forgot to tell you something important, and I hate myself for it. I forgot to tell you that with each ability gained, you will lose your sanity. I can pull you out if you want! Death called.

No, Dad. I can see it. Spirit said before sticking his hoof out to meet the bottom that he longed for. He could see it, and he felt it. As his hoof made contact, the heat vanished. With one thing leaving, one thing took it's place. A burning sensation in his mouth appeared from nowhere, but vanished quickly. Spirit looked up to see that he could see everything. Though he wanted to see it all, he knew he had a job to do. He launched himself back up with a new found strength that he didn't understand, but as he went flying through the lava, a piece of mind had slipped from him. He knew what it was, but he didn't hate it. He loved it. He saw the surface, and burst out. His father looked up at him and smiled. Spirit slowly descended to the ground, and had met his father with a hug. This would have lasted, but Spirit could feel something. He let go of his father and began to vomit large amounts of lava, but he only saw his father smile.

"Good job, son. Let's get going, we have more work to do."

Author's Note

Wow, it took me a while to get to it, but I finally did this chapter. I hope you like it, and I also redid most of the other chapters. So check those if you want. I'll get started on the next part soon!