[Zacharie1]

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What is a Demon Pony?

A demon pony is an odd occurrence indeed. It is when a demon forms a contract with a pony and bonds to it.
These contracts can only be broken with consent from both parties. The representation of this bond is in the form of jewelry or some other accessory which holds the power of their contract. An example of this is a necklace or accessory of some sort.

If a contract is broken the demon separates from its host pony and loses its power.
These contracts are often very beneficial to each other though, the demon is given a source of energy and security from the pony and in return the pony is given magical abilities concerning the demon's element. Demons are bonded to a pony through their tail and take on the shape of their base element. However, sometimes a demon may bond directly to the pony with no visual representation. These demon ponies are called Shar.


Very rarely do demons take on a pony form without a host. A rare example of this is Princess Raza the Fire Demon who has enough energy and powers to shift into a pony independently. She rules over the elemental demon ponies, and casts spells that can freeze age, accelerate it, break contracts, etc.


Demon pony hosts often live much longer than normal ponies; they can live to be 500+ years old with assistance from their demon.

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Name;; I believe I would name this bab Ken'o 嫌悪 (Malignance)
She's not particularly evil or destructive most of the time, but she has quite a lot of harmful potential.

Talent: Simply, her talent is destroying using telekinesis, and brute force. Whatever she can't break using demonic magic, she'll smash manually with her demon. She even got Princess Raza to teach her some of her destroying spells, a closely guarded secret in the royal family.
Ken'o absolutely adores destroying things, however she does not like destroying things that are alive. It makes her uncomfortable in a way she does not comprehend.
She's not too fond of making things, it really wasn't a specialty of hers.

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Why was it silent...?
Oh, right... I'm supposed to tell my story.
Well, here goes nothing...
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[Sullivan Maurus]

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Amxen no.XV

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Miss Falark
Her Demon is named Chester.

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Her original talent was having extremely high intelligence,but now using that intelligence and her demon,her new talent is anything that involves the mind.Mind reading,object manipulation,mind control,and all that other stuff.

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Miss Falark has always been a quiet intellectual.Though,her intelligence made it hard for her to make friends.Her lack of expressing emotion made it hard for anyone to trust her.Plus,Miss Falark was a goody-two-shoes about everything,and would report anything wrong she saw going on.This made her hard to trust,so no one went near her.One day,her search for friends brought her to a museum full of dinosaurs. Perhaps I will find some friends in here. She thought,taking off full gallop up the stairs.When she entered the museum,she was greeted by a huge Tyrannosaurus.He stared at it for a long time before she finally started moving around the place.She came across a scene of life-sized dinosaurs,which were made from Styrofoam.She noticed something odd about one of the motiles.It had a strange,purple,glowing eye! How curious... Miss Falark thought as she moved in for a closer inspection.The eye seemed to be a large,glass orb. Even more curious... Miss Falark thought.She reached of and touched the orb.Suddenly,a large,purple eye appeared in the orb. Greetings.I am Chester. Said a male voice inside of Miss Falark's head.She stared at the orb. "Are...Are you talking to me through my mind?" She asked,feeling very curious.The eye in the orb blinked. Why yes,I am. Miss Falark stared at the orb for a moment before continuing the interrogation. "What exactly are you?" She asked. Im not quite sure of that myself,my dear.You can just call me a Seeker. Miss Falark cocked her head a bit. "A Seeker?" He asked,growing more and more curious with every answer. A Seeker,like myself,seeks the minds of intellectuals.There are many more like me wandering about,but none exactly the same. Miss Falark nodded,still very confused and curious. "Would you,perhaps,what to be my friend?" The orb seemed to glow brighter. Why yes,of course!Though,I appear to be trapped here.Perhaps you could free me? Miss Falark nodded and grabbed the orb.She pulled and wiggled until the orb came loose,then came out.She fell onto her back and stared at the orb.It stared right back. What a lovely necklace! The orb said,staring at Miss Falark's silver heart locket. "Yes?What of it?" The orb seemed to cackle. Its perfect! It yelled.The orb started to shake violently until it fell from Miss Falark's hooves.The orb fell onto the necklace.The orb soon replaced the silver heart locket.The orb cackled again. You'll make a fine host! It yelled.Miss Falark's eyes widened.She screamed,undergoing a violent transformation.

People looked at Miss Falark differently now.They no longer saw her as a intelligent freak.Instead,they all respected her.All of them.Miss Falark sighed. "This isnt what wanted..." She said.A cackle came from her tail. Well,too bad!You're my host now! Chester said.After taking over Miss Falark,the orb insisted on being call by its name,Chester.Miss Falark hated this.This was not what she intended to ever happen!Everyone was under her control,and she couldnt free them.Chester was the one that castes the mind control spell on everyone,so he was the only one who could lift it.Miss Falark was still studying mind spells,so she couldnt cast them yet.She stared at her "friends".They all looked like zombies.Miss Falark had to free them.She just had to.Every day,her research brought her closer to freeing her "friends" from Chester.She was almost done with the book that contained the spell to free her "friends".Suddenly,The mist that was now her tail formed into a hand.A giant eye in the center.Chester lurched forward and grabbed the book.It stared ripping pages out of it. "No!No,stop!!" Miss Falark yelled.The hand cackled. I can not allow you to free them.I am sorry. Chester said as he finished ripping up the book.Miss Falark stared crying. "I hate you!" She yelled.Chester sighed. You lived a life of sadness because of your intelligence.I am but a curse,a punishment to you. Miss Falark screamed. "Why?!Why me?!" Chester blinked. You wanted friends,and I wanted a host.You chose to go into the museum that day and take me.You would never commit a crime,Miss Goody-Two-Shoes.That is why Im your punishment. Miss Falark stared to see now.She was the good kid.She would never do anything wrong.However,she stole Chester from the museum.After weeping all night,Miss Falark put on a black hooded jacket.The light was just barely lighting the morning sky.It was also raining,and thunder rolled along somewhere. This is my punishment... Miss Falark thought.As she walks,her "friends" are right behind her.The whole town,following her.She didnt look back.She never would. My punishment forever... She thought,leaving her town behind.Though,the people in it,would follow her.Forever.

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Drop out ;w; a different DP stole my heart.

[just that lass]

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My username is **ZombieHugs** but feel free to call me Zombie or ZH. I really don't mind. I'd like you to know that I am absolutely in love with this pony and hope that she'll be my very first second DP. <3




(Ignore Hysteria's little comments, she's very annoyed.)

Oh no, they want to know my name? Isn't getting your stupid username enough?! What will they
want next, my phone number? My email?!

~William Shakespeare

Her name is Hysteria but her one and only friend calls her Eria because calling her "Hysteria" makes her feel uncomfortable. Don't ask why because you honestly don't want to know... Trust me. Her original name was My-... Oh... She doesn't want me to tell you or she'll (apparently) hurt me. *Nervous laugh* Sorry guys.

Her demon has a name but it is meant only for Hysteria's ears. Names have power, and he doesn't want you having any power over him or Hysteria so their true names will always remain a secret to everyone but themselves and each other.

No comment

~ John W. Gardner

Hysteria never had a talent before meeting her demon. She was always an outcast, from filly hood to her teenage years, and no matter how hard she tried, it stayed that way. The other fillies and colts teased her for her lack of a cutie mark (their immaturity never fading), they made fun of her name, they called her things that could easily get anyone of us chewing on a bar of soap for 10 minutes, oh the list of what they did goes on forever. She tried everything to get her cutie mark and then her attempts became more futile. She started committing petty crimes, her desperateness a weakness within itself. Hysteria spray-painted the sides of schools and houses, she played mean tricks upon others, she pick-pocketed every ponies' pocket, and she stole every valuable item her hooves touched.

*Cough cough* Liar. I stole things that weren't valuable. Don't under-exaggerate things.

Left, right, left, right. Down an alley, dead end, turn around. Right, left, right, left. Hysteria's hoof steps drummed against the concrete, echoing around her in the darkness of the alley. She whipped her wet hair out of her face and squinted through the rain, trying to see any light, any shelter.

She'd stolen Celestia's crown as a part of a deal involving a lot of cash for very little effort; taking the crown from Celestia's room as she slept was nothing. But when Hysteria slipped on the window seel and nearly fell to her death, the princess was awoken by her quiet shriek of alarm and that's what put her in this situation now with the guards right behind her. Hysteria honestly would've preferred the fall over this mumbo jumbo.

She raced down an alley quickly, hoping that this one would lead to where her friends were waiting for her. She could give them the crown, get the money, and then flee the scene, leaving them to whatever fate befall them. The thought made her hooves go faster, so fast she almost didn't notice the brick wall looming threateningly in front of her. Hysteria stopped move her hooves suddenly and plopped down on the ground as fast as she could, her rear end leaving an imprint as she skid along the ground. She slid to a halt finally, her nose an inch from the wall. She breathed a sigh of relief and then jumped to her feet. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight before her.

The gaurds stood there, their golden uniforms a dull shade in the light of the moon; they looked like phantoms back from the dead, phantoms ready to carry her to the Underworld. One of them stepped forward, a fellow earth pony - white with a blue mane.

"Halt! Ms. Hysteria D. former heiress of the Wishcraft family riches," He said, Hysteria flinched at the mention of her family name, bad and good memories are tied to it and that's why she abandoned it. The guard didn't notice her reaction and continued, "You are hereby charged with 7 counts of robbery, 19 counts of vandalism, and 3 counts of breaking and entering."

Hysteria chuckled, he missed a few. The guard looked up, his mouth wide open, obviously shocked by her reaction. "Excuse me, miss?" He asked.

Hysteria laughed. "Oh, you just missed a few," she said. "Has the princess really already lost count of all my crimes? Also, did you ever realize that I'm the pony who "vandalized" Princess Celestia's ceremonial gown last month?"

The guard shook his head, "Never mind that. The princess has, uh, realized your skills and she has said that you cannot be caught easily, so she'd like to make a deal."

Hysteria raised her eyebrows, this was sure interesting. "What kind of deal?" She snapped impatiently.

The guard reached into his saddle bag and pulled out a beautiful round gem that was colored a delightful shade of purple; the sight made Hysteria smile.

"I'm listening very, very closely," She mumbled dreamily.

"Crown for the jewel," the guard said plainly.

"Deal!" Hysteria said excitedly as she snatched the jewel from the guard's hoof, substituting it with the crown.

Hysteria gazed into the purple pits of the jewel, it was gorgeous and the value was probably unmatched. And then Hysteria was surprised, an eye opened on the jewel's surface.

She shouted in horror and dropped the jewel, but purple magic flew from its pits and somehow kept it from hitting the concrete. It levitated in front of Hysteria's muzzle, unblinking.

"What is this?!" Hysteria screamed at the guards, but they were gone, she saw a blue tail disappear around the alley corner.

Hello, dear, said a voice in Hysteria's head. I fear that I've been without a host for many years, trapped in the princess' vaults and stuck in hibernation, the voice paused for effect, Freedom can be provided for me, though, with a willing host. I could give you wisdom and powers, my friend. Please be wise and accept me because the rewards are... Wonderful.

"Who are you?!" Hysteria screamed in horror, "Gaurdian of the Underworld come to steal me away?!"

The voice in Hysteria's head sighed. I'm a demon you silly filly and I need a host, the voice hissed.

Hysteria straightened herself and tried to stop shaking. "I will let you know, that I haven't been a filly for many years and if you wish for me to be your host, you will call me a mare and address me as Ms. Hysteria."

The orb in front of her rolled its... Eye. Whatever, we just need to practice your telepathic ability.

"Okay-" Hysteria said but was cut off my a glowing light from the orb. It continued to glow brighter until Hysteria was blinded by the purple hue. "Wha-" She began and then the light suddenly faded.

Hysteria looked around, the orb was nowhere insight but maybe it was just hidden by the bright purple spots speckling her vision. Hysteria shook her head and then looked behind her. What she saw stole her breath.

A purple hand made of magic had taken the place of her tail, the eye at the palm of the hand.

"Um... Where's your crystal ball just in case I reject you or I don't want a stinking hand as my tail all the time; you're kind of glowing so it's hard to be sneaky?"

The hand rolled its eye. It's taken the form of your necklace, silly, the demon thought to her sarcastically.

"Okay, whatever, sorry," Hysteria mumbled, "Now what?"

Now comes the fun part, the orb told her mentally, Time for adventures and... Terror.




Working on pony anatomy... And I can't use my computer anyway...

Make them all envy my stunning personality or I will bite your fingers off. : )

~ Joss Whedon


Sarcastic ❤ Vaguely Judgmental ❤ Defensive ❤ Always Speaks Her Mind ❤ Easily Annoyed ❤ Sometimes Pushy ❤ Overly Dramatic ❤ Antisocial ❤ Independent ❤ Resourceful ❤ Smart ❤ Crafty ❤ Troublemaker ❤

-_- Um... Excuse me? Don't you think my sexuality is kind of personal? Or are you that open to
the public? I bet you don't run around screaming your sexuality for the ears of the world to hear.

Hysteria is pansexual so she is not limited in sexual choice by gender or gender identity.

Why must every part of my life be released to the public? I'm not famous, I'm a criminal. *Bangs
head against the wall*

Ha! Fears?! I have no fears and you better not tell them if I do. Hrmph.

~ Arthur Koestler

The Dark (Achluophobia) ❤ Failure (Atychiphobia) ❤ Being Laughed At (Gelotophobia, result of fillyhood events) ❤ Sleep (Hypnophobia, this one isn't an incredibly serious one; she's just afraid she'll go to sleep and her mind will never awaken from the void) ❤ The Underworld (Stygiophobia, she thinks all of her crimes will send her to the Underworld and that she can't redeem herself.)

: O ... Seriously...? They have a name for a fear of being laughed at? Gelotophobia... Isn't that a
type of coffee or a pastry or ice cream or something?

... I can explain this on my own, thank you... But my voice hurts from all the
yelling...

Hysteria's favorite music is by Imagine Dragons. Don't ask why, just accept that her play list consists of every Imagine Dragons song that ever existed. She's listened to It's Time, Demons, and Monster (she loves this one the most) so much that it's no longer healthy.

Despite your idiotic suspicions, my favorite is not purple or pink or any deviant in between.

Hysteria's favorite color is GRAY. She likes this color because of its simplicity and because it is between black and white. White is Heaven. Black is Hell. Gray is where she is.

Wow. I never knew my choice of favorite color was that deep. I could be the next Shakespeare! ><

Even the closest things to my heart are no longer secret... *Sigh* Just go ahead and tell them - they already know I'm afraid of sleeping, what do I have to lose?

Hysteria's best memory is one of her earliest memories, one of the first she has of her mother. The story is something like this:

A small filly sat up in bed suddenly, pulling the covers around her. "Mom!" She called, tears streaming down her cheeks from the dream she'd just had.

Moments later a mare, purple with a golden and yellow mane, appeared in the doorway - her face, though it looked tired, was still filled with concern. "Yes, my darling?" The mare asked, walking forward to stand by the bed of the filly.

"I- I... I had a dream," the small pony mumbled, "y-you died and I couldn't help you, you died right in front of me and I cried... Oh hay stacks, I cried so hard."

The mare brushed a lock of hair from the young pony's eyes. "Hush my sweet, don't speak another word. Do you want me to sing your favorite song?"

The filly nodded and laid her head on her pillow, awaiting the sweet sound of her mother's singing voice.

"Shh, my little filly, don't speak another phrase.
Papa's gonna buy you a darling Phoenix

And if that Phoenix won't sing a little song
Papa's gonna buy you a mane salon

And if that mane salon closes down
Papa's gonna buy you a balloon and clown

And if that balloon and clown just aren't funny,
Papa's gonna buy you a barking puppy

And if that barking puppy just doesn't bark,
Papa's gonna buy you the best art work

And if that art work isn't that pretty,
Papa's gonna buy you a cat named Betty

And if that cat named Betty just won't mew
Papa's gonna buy you a cow that can moo

And if that cow just doesn't moo,
You'll still be the prettiest filly I ever knew."

And when the filly's breathing finally slowed, her mother got up and left... The filly never forgot that song...

I miss you Daddy ;^; I'm actually kind of glad that you're telling them this; my Dad was always a cruel stallion and the world needs to know.

Hysteria's worst memory is from the day she disowned her family and abandoned her family name. The story goes something like this:

"[Hysteria's unmentionable original name] get down here right now!" Hysteria's father, Abra Cadabra III, screamed, his booming voice echoing through the halls of their huge home.

"Coming father!" Hysteria yelled back in a just as irritated voice that was followed by the sound of her hoof steps.

Hysteria walked into the kitchen where her father stood, a hoof-polish brush in between her teeth and one hoof painted a bright shade of Cherry red.

"Eh?" Hysteria mumbled through the polish brush in her mouth. Her father's face turned to disgust and anger as he watched the three piercings in her lip move as she talked.

"Spit that out!" Her father snapped and she automatically dropped it, letting the red polish spatter across the sparkling white tile that made up their kitchen floor.

Hysteria's father's brow creased and he looked up from the blood red color leaking between the cracks in the floor. "[Hysteria's old name], I know what you and Coffee Cake did last week. Show me your ear."

Hysteria groaned and flipped back her hood, revealing a spiraling purple earring through her right ear. "Got a problem, Dad?" Hysteria sneered.

"I do, actually, [Hysteria's old name], you have been acting so ridiculous since your mother left-" But Hysteria cut him off.

"You know what, Dad?" Hysteria sneered meanly, her eyes swimming in tears, "I'm sick and tired of being under your control, being confined like a little girl in a prison, being lectured like a stupid filly. I'm done. Goodbye. Not gonna miss ya'. I disown you as my stupid father! I disown you as my remaining family! And I hate you! You'll never accept me! And, you what? Don't call me [Hysteria's old name], call me Hysteria!" And then the teenager turned and stormed out of the house into a world unknown. And that was the last time she saw her father or any other family of her own.

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