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!))