Another strange visitor has arrived.
Candlelight: I mean, she’ll be here, right? It’s the Summer Sun Celebration, after all…
Oh FUCK! I don’t even have a dress–
But I have to ask her! She’s like, THE princess…She’ll know what to do. But how am I supposed to get an audience with her, while I’m looking like this?
In an attempt to relieve stress from the previous event, Candlelight decides to attend the Summer Sun Celebration in one of her less-revealing swimsuits (You know, you gotta dress appropriately, there are kids here!)
Evening reboop c:
Is your mother a sucubis too? Because no offense to your mother but she ain't all that attractive. More like creepy.
Bone Cold: I am flattered that you think that Candlelight is my daughter! Well, as much as I would like that to be true, Candlelight’s mother is dead, as you should know by now.
I am not a succubus, but I am a demon. I sacrificed my morality for the power I have now, as leader of the largest and most powerful witch coven in Equestria. This was over 300 years ago.
I am glad I frighten you, for I believe that is the intent.
Bone Cold: So you should cut ties with your lover before then.
Candlelight: What?! I-I’m not-
Bone Cold: It was not a question.
Candlelight is frantic now, her eyes darting back and forth.
Candlelight: Pumpkin, she’s your mother–You have to do something!
Pumpkin looks away from Candlelight.
Pumpkin: Candle, I…I think it’s a good idea. You aren’t surviving properly in this environment.
Bone Cold: Yes! At the Coven, there are endless amounts of lust for you. Plenty of fresh souls to eat as well. Also, you are a demon with extreme magical potential. You’ll be able to tap into it at the coven. Can you imagine it, Candlelight? You would be of incredible power! And with us together, we would be…unstoppable!
Candlelight is on the verge of tears, backed into a corner. She looks towards her brown friend one last time for help, but Pumpkin remains stoic.
Candlelight: B…Bum…ble…
Her eyes close, the tears escaping.
Bone Cold: Now now, no need for crying. You are far to pretty to cry. Why dwell over one mare when you could have dozens? In any case, you will forget her quickly, the coven is thousands of miles away from here.
Candlelight stays quiet, sniffling.
Bone Cold: I will remain in Ponyville, if you need me. My council and I will be here in a week’s time to deliver you to the coven.
Bone Cold almost glides towards the hole where the front door was. Looking back at Candle with her seemingly glued-on smile, Bone Cold flies out the hole.
((I guess that’s the end of Act I! Feel free to continue asking Bone Cold, Candlelight, Pumpkin, or anyone else questions. Thank you!))
Candlelight remains silent. She places her hooves firmly on the table to stop them from shaking.
A long minute passes. Candlelight looks up.
Candlelight: It’s…b-because I’m in love with someone! It doesn’t feel right to be eating the lust of other ponies.
The looks she receives from both Bone Cold and Pumpkin immediately tell Candlelight that those were the wrong words to use.
