Twilight took a moment before continuing on, her gaze fixated on the massive demon, forever locked in is prison of obsidian.  What was it?  What could possibly look so cruel? Twilight wasn't completely sure she wanted to know. Was it something from Celestia's history? Or was it a symbol for something else entirely? Twilight shivered as the statue continued to snarl at her, its whip curling around its body like some demonic tail. It had to mean something... but what? Twilight couldn't find an answer. She had never seen anything like it... anything so... evil.