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// Prologue 
// Story: The Mystifying Adventures of Occult Readings and Gallant Knight 
// by Giftmak3r 
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Things were not turning out as favorably as Occult Readings had hoped. He was thiiiss close to finding the Yrvarni that was here. He was tracking it's magical residue into a cave system when a bunch of dogs ganged up on him.

Yes there were signs of non demonic sapient life present but in his defense it didn't look occult in nature, just brutish. Seeing as the beings weren't occult in nature he assumed they would come to him with joy that he would save them from the aberration. He was wrong however as the dogs were quite rude and abrasive. They shouted at him about digging gems or some other trivial nonsense and barked loudly as if trying to scare him.

Naturally, being the ever so patient and understanding stallion he was, took the time to explain to the ruffians just how important these tracks were and how the malicious demon would only bring them misfortune. His diligence in explaining the situation only rewarded him with a crude and frankly, dirty muzzle. It was an insult. Here he was, getting rid of a demon that had invaded their home and they just chain him up.

They should have at least had the decency to use a clean, decorative collar and draw up a rune or two. Yeah they weren't cultists, but everypony knows that even uninformed, crudely drawn runes attracted demons. The fact that they didn't even try to use him as a sacrifice was insulting. It was almost like they didn't belive that a malicious, soul-swaping spirit had just ran through their mines.

At first he had thought that the demon had possessed one of them in an attempt to confuse him and stall his efforts to banish it back to Tartarus, but upon scanning the magical residue on the dogs, he found it was only their natural magic, free of taint. For whatever reason the demon had not bothered these dogs at all. With his luck the Yrvarni decided to run instead of confronting him. With his luck the darned thing was halfway across Equestria by now. 

Looking across his rotten cage he felt a rising rage. ANOTHER demon escaped! This was the second time. The only thing stopping him from throwing a coltish fit was that he was at least able to document the affects of the Yrvarni before it fled to these mines... hopefully the dogs hadn't ruined his notebook.