Preview of Chapter 18 from Hellblazer of Equestria 'Hallelujah'

(John's POV)

I watched as he coughed up blood. His head reeling from the attack, the very same attack he had saved the small Unicorn filly from. That wasn't all he had saved. Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy all three had been spared from the Hell Fire the First of the Fallen had unleashed. I reached down with my unicorn magic and pulled him up. His eyes seemed to gain focus and he looked into my own eyes. It was looking into my own face, and I watched as he smiled.

"I will miss giving you grief Johnny boy, I will miss it," he said.

I watched as his eyes began to slip close. He had been created as a means for me to cheat death. I made made him in order to save my own soul, and in a way I had created my own brother. He wasn't like my brother that had died in my mother's womb, but instead he was just like me. I touched his head and pulled him against me. The blood from his wound, the same wound the First of the Fallen had caused with a sword pulled from the very depths of hell, was slowing. Still it covered my shirt. I looked behind me where what was left of Epiphany's memory lay. I had to say goodbye to her for a second time, and now the First of the Fallen had taken another piece of me. I lay him down and looked at the dark being as it laughed.

"John hello, hello John. Oh, I have waited for this day. Being a constant has been taxing, but you... John you are the one soul I would travel to the physical plane for," he said.

"Good, because you aren't ever going back to your throne you wanker! I don't care what I have to do, but I will make sure that you sure as shite pay for this!" I screamed at him.

"John, John, is that anyway to speak to the morning star?" he asked with a laugh.

"Lucifer, Old Scratch, Little horn, Most unclean, Old Hob, Defiler, victimizer, Most prideful, Emptiness, First of the Fallen, and Fall of man I bind you by your names!" I yelled.

Cracks of yellow lightening erupted from the heavens wrapping around him and holding him in place. He struggled, snarled, and howled at me.

"How long do you think you can hold me John?! Stronger Magi have tried and failed!" he yelled.

"I can hold you long enough," I muttered.

Inside I could feel the strain. It was working against me. It was stealing life away from me to hold him. I knew it would even before I began.

"John, you'll have to die a thousand deaths before you can become a true Mage," Xanadu had said once.

This might be the one to do it. To finish me out as a true mage, or I might not recover, but regardless I would make sure that this bastard paid for what he had done.