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Tantrum-Prone Imp; Open, requesting Seraph posts first.
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Topic Started: Aug 15 2012, 03:21 PM (541 Views)
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Final Hour
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Aug 25 2012, 12:32 AM
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Final Hour's angry look became pouty as Seraph laughed. Only after he finished speaking did she talk. She spoke in a tone of both hurt pride and a cutely protesting little filly. "Y-yeah! If you don't stop laughing at me, I'll... I'll hurt you! I'm a demon, just like mommy! I can be strong too! She said so!" It was the most threatening thing she could come up with, even though coming from someone of her age... it must've looked adorable and still funnier. She weakly punched his left foreleg. The most he would've been able to feel would be as if he had been struck gently by a pillow.
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Seraph
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Aug 25 2012, 12:47 PM
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Seraph had to burry his face in his hooves, he was laughing so hard. Final was so hilariously adorable he couldn't help it. "St-Stop it! I can't take it! You're so--" he trailed off into laughter again nearly dropping his cider. He gave her a pat on the head and stood back up again. "I need to cool off. I'll be out back in the courtyard." he managed between laughs and began his way out into the courtyard.
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Final Hour
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Aug 25 2012, 02:05 PM
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Final Hour's full-on dislike for Seraph returned as he walked away, laughing. Laughing at her, because she was nothing to be afraid of. Her eyes got a little wet again, and she scampered after him. "H-Hey! Get back here! Stop laughing at me! I'm not funny! I'm... Why won't you be scared?" She asked, still following behind him. "Mommy said I could be strong and scary! Why are you laughing at me?"
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Aug 25 2012, 04:10 PM
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Seraoh had to take a deep breath to try and calm himself. "You're so young." He said "But you're trying too hard. You've still got lots of time to enjoy being young. With age comes wisdom and strength." He took another sip of his side and stepped outside "Trust me, you'll be plenty strong and scary before you know it. Just be patient, Final."
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Final Hour
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Aug 25 2012, 08:24 PM
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"I've been patient for a thousand years! Isn't that enough?" Final Hour complained. "I wasn't good enough for mommy back then... it's because of stupid softie ponies that I'm good enough now..." Final Hour spoke the truth. She was the weakest runt of demon, ever, and there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't believe what Seraph said. She had been mocked and ridiculed all her life because she was too little. She was sick of it, but the imp knew it wasn't going to change anytime soon. She lowered her head, whining at him.
"You don't get it. You weren't small. Nopony gets it. Nopony's as weak and worthless as me. All I can do is bite. All the other imps my age are bigger... They were before, I bet they are now. Mommy didn't tell you. I'm tiny. Tiny for a demon. I'm pathetic and weak. That's what she called me before! That's what they all call me!"
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Aug 26 2012, 05:16 PM
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Seraph took a seat by the fountain in the courtyard. "Well," he started, trying to think of how he could cheer the little demon up. "Maybe you should try something else." He said "Maybe you just need to stop focusing on being strong and scary and see if there's anything else that you're good at. I'm sure there's plenty of stuff that you can do well and don't even know it. Your special talent, you know? Like, I'm an architect. I like making buildings and things like that."
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Final Hour
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Aug 27 2012, 09:11 PM
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"I'm not good at anything, stupid..." She replied. "I'm a demon. I'm not supposed to have a special talent... unless it's being chased away and made fun of and being hurt by ponies and demons and angels every time I show my face." She lay down, sniffling and covering her face. She hated crying, especially in front of some angel-jerk, but she never was able to cry enough to feel any better. "Nopony likes me, I can't do anything, I don't know anything, that stupid Snowball filly is smarter than me..."
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Aug 27 2012, 10:17 PM
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Seraph pet the demon's head. "Well have you TRIED doing anything else? You never know, you could be brilliant at something and not even know it." He reassured her. "You should try it. Go out and try anything."
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Aug 28 2012, 10:11 PM
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"No. No, I can't." Final Hour said, shaking again. "I can't. Tried before... couldn't. Tried being nice... tried helping, build instead of break, tried... hurt me for it..." She was shaking uncontrollably now, her eyes wide, as a flashback took grip of her.
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She was trapped. Trapped in the small hole that was her home. Them. The ponies. They guarded the exit, sneering, laughing, yelling. She was tied up, exposed to them, and they laughed at how weak and stupid she was. Then, one by one, they started mounting her.
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Final Hour gave a whimper, her eyes staring straight ahead, pain and terror in her eyes. "C-couldn't do it, could be strong enough... couldn't be... nice... m-mean... didn't matter to them... they... they hurt me..." She spoke between heaves and sobs, just barely intelligible to Seraph. "Ponies hurt... always hurt me..."
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