Luna watched the terrible angels with sadness as they cast down another daemon into the fire. "There is more than one level to Tartarus, Twilight Sparkle. There are seven," she said softly. "Each one more terrible than the last. Remember what I told you about the magic of the elements changing the world around it? The same is true for hell itself. Things are different now. I do not know if the effect has penetrated the depths of all of the seven levels, but regardless, Tartarus looked very different. This is how things were, Twilight. This is the history of your home… our history."