Twilight stood in front of her front door while she examined it. She had noticed as of lately that it didn't work properly. In fact, there was many things wrong with it. The paint on it had faded, the hinges squeaked loudly whenever it moved, it left scratch-marks on the floor, and the door sometimes got stuck. It had gotten to the point where Twilight decided to do something about it, but she couldn't do it at the time. She had to run down to the book store to pick up a new shipment of books to re-stock the library. Only a sort moment passed before she thought about asking Spike to fix it for her. Then she remembered the last time she asked Spike to fix something. It took three months to put out all the fires that happened last time. Twilight pushed aside that thought when she realized that all she was going to ask him to do was to fix a door. Nothing too harmful could come from that, it wouldn't be like last time.
The purple mare walked over to Spike and asked with minor caution: "Hey Spike, could you fix the front door for me while I go to pick up some books?"
Spike looked at her and replied in an enthusiastic voice: "I'll make it better than ever!"
"NO! I just need you to fix it. There should be a book or something that can tell you how to fix it somewhere in this library."
She then noticed the time and ran off to get the books. Spike was left all alone with a single task. All he needed to do was to fix a door, simple enough. The little dragon walked over to the door to inspect it. He did notice some problems with it, but he had no idea how to fix them. So, instead of looking through the library for a book to tell him how to fix it, he wandered off in the direction of the ruined castle.
It was the same as ever. Nothing at all seemed to have changed since the last time he was here. Spike searched throughout the castle. He checked every little corner and hallway for something to help him. Then a thought hit him: Why did I come here? An answer followed afterwards that I am too lazy to come up with. After more time of tedious searching that would drive a sane person crazy, he stumbled upon a sealed room. The door leading to the room was boarded up with with signs all over it in illegible writing. Spike wondered how he would get it open until remembered something Twilight told him once.
He exclaimed with joy: "AH! Twilight told me I should use my head more often! That is how I will get this opened!" After saying that he thrusted his head forwards into the door. He did this again, and again, and again. Luckily, his ignorance prevented him from feeling any initial pain, but it was agonizing once it finally hit him. Eventually, he bashed a hole throughout the door that he could get through.
The room was dimly lit with only a very small skylight as a means of illumination. The walls had ancient writings all over them in a dead language. Spike didn't realize this fact until after a half an hour of trying to figure out what the first word was. He also noticed that the floor was covered in evil looking symbols that were painted in both blood and pony bile. In the center stood a small podium made out of bones and rotting flesh. Spike walked up to it and noticed that there were two books resting on top of it. The first was a tome with the title: Evil satanic rituals for dummies, by Celestia the princes. He instantly threw that once away and studied the other book. It was completely black with only a crudely drawn picture of a demon on the front. Spike, in a stroke of stupidity, opened the book and released a demon.
As it rose from the pages of the book, it yelled: "FREEDOM AT LAST! HA! HA! HA!" He had a very deep voice that sounded like multiple ponies were talking at once. After some more laughter the demon looked down at the baby dragon and said: "You are the one who released me from my eternal prison... Good job!" He gave a tubs up to Spike. "I am now at your service, but at a cost. For ever task you make me do, you need to sacrifice something of great importance in my name, but the first one is free."
"And what is your name?" Spike asked the giant being that towered above him.
"My name is: Togaf Gib!"
"Isin't that Big Fa-" Before Spike could finish, the demon yelled in pure rage and lit the floor on fire. Unfortunetly for the demon, Spike wasn't able to feel any pain due to the fact that he is a dragon. "Anyways, I already have a job for you to do."
"Excellent, and what might this task be for me to do?"
"I want you to fix the front door to my home." Togaf stared blankly at him for a minute while his brain tried to process what was just said.
Togaf replied weakly: "You... you want me to repair a door... did I hear you correctly?"
"Yes!"
"I have near limitless power... and you want me to fix a door..."
"That is what I said."
Togaf threw his arms up into the air and yelled at the sky in intense anger: "OH DEAR PAINFUL DEATH! I WAS RELEASED BY AN IDIOT!" He continued to scream at the sky while Spike dragged the demon back home.