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// 6: Darkness and death 
// Story: Finding a place 
// by orioncorey 
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Manus’ POV, time-space continuum, The Abyss




These D-list gods were getting their asses handed to them. Pride is slapping them around like a toddler might smash building blocks, and some other creatures had showed up, too. Lilith was “having fun” with one of the gods off to the side, which is Sucubus code for… Well, I’ll let you just imagine what she’s doing.

I could feel their mental fibres snapping, one by one. I should probably get them out soon while they could still tell the tale - in between shuddering and spasms, that is. We’ve been in here about 15 minutes in normal time, and I’ve taken the time to think about my approach to the whole “approaching the ponies” thing. 

I’ve decided that there are too many things that can go wrong with the Alicorn thing, and there are some other things that just bother me. I’m just going to blend in with the local populace of Ponyville, for now, and get a feel for how the sisters act, their habits, etc. when they visit. 

I can also keep an eye on the Elements, too, and I’ll be low-key enough. I’m still deciding on specifics for appearance and what-not, though. I’ll muse on that later, it’s time to get them out or their brains will be mush.

“Hey! Evil deities! I gotta get these guys back, thanks for the assistance. Lilith, ” I said, nodding at her as I spoke, “good job on that guy over there. I don’t want to know what you did to him, and his mind’s blasted to shit, but still… good job.”

Lilith looked proud of herself, and so did the others participating. Especially Pride. He always looks proud, though, so go figure if he was actually proud right now. His smug smile was even worse than Celestia’s holier-than-though smile she wore when she was feeling smug. That’s a record, in itself.

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“I.. The… They… Why… Would you… Do this...” One of them was stuttering to me, what looked like the former leader. He was beaten badly, bleeding and coughing, with, from a magical scan of him, 2 punctured lungs, internal bleeding, his heart about to give out, and his stomach torn open and spilling acid inside him.

I looked at him without pity. I had a sudden idea, and it would convey the message even more. I grinned, and somewhere in me, I was aware of my receding morality. I’ve got a serious dark side, and this place always brings it out. I didn’t care, right now, though, and I was going to do things that no sane person would be able to watch, and even psychopaths would balk from doing.

I snapped my fingers, and his neck snapped sideways so fast his entire spine broke apart in his back, spilling spinal fluid through the torn skin. His neck was torn and cracked so brutally that his head was hanging from the remnants of his spine, and blood spewed everywhere and all over his friends.

“Because I can do it, and I want to do it.” My eyes turned black, and I felt evil, impure thoughts racing through me, along with a burst of energy. As powerful as I was regularly, when in Dark mode my power doubles. I wanted to fucking kill these little cunts, and I was going to.

I snapped my fingers again, and another had his eyes implode in his head, causing him to scream in pain and shock, and I felt his pain seep into me, fueling me to snap again, causing another’s belly to slash open, spilling stomach acid out of his exposed stomach. I could see his intestines spilling out of him, and I was loving it.

I shaped rats out of the primordial black mist, and pushed about 10 of them inside of his organs, then made them panic. They further ripped him apart, and he screamed even louder.

I turned to another, a girl, and had a sudden, wicked thought. E.R.F.A.V.C was about to happen. Entrails Ripped From A Virgin’s Cunt. A quick scan told me that she was, in fact, a virgin, so I proceeded to take her clothes off.

I walked up to her, and… well, you shouldn’t know details. I ripped her sexual organs out, along with a fistful of intestines. She screamed and twitched, eyes bugging out, and fell to the floor. She twitched and juddered, until her actions slowed and she made no more movement. I turned and shoved my fist, with her entrails still in my hand, in another’s throat and pulled his skull apart. I then ripped it out, spine and all.

The remaining 4 were freaking out. One was sobbing, and the others were apparently in shock still, staring at their friends’ bodies. The one that was sobbing was covered in blood, and her mind was shattered, but she could still make sense of the situation, unfortunately for her. I had a sudden impulse to end her. She didn't have to tell the story. I could always tell it myself, and I could get even more excitement by tearing her body apart, LIMB BY FUCKING LIMB. Wait... No... She would be the one spared, and sent back to tell the story. The reaction would be better this way.

“You, ” I said, pointing at her, and she backed up, shaking her head and mouthing ‘no’. “You get to go home. I’m sparing you, and you get to tell the tale. Don’t be afraid to leave anything out. Or else. Meanwhile, these 3… Well, they’ll be much worse off than the others. Much worse.”

I snapped my fingers, sending her back to Equestria, to the alley we’d been in before. I then turned to the other 3 still left.

“We’re gonna have a little fun. Who likes flaying?”

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Ah, great. I went dark again. Well, at least I didn’t cause mass destruction. Last time, I blew up several dozen square miles of (mostly)uninhabited land. Fire and miasmas of dark energy had razed everything, preventing anything growing for a century or two.

I was pretty mad. Like, really mad.

Since time doesn’t exactly function correctly in the Abyss, I came back at exactly the same time as when I sent the survivor back, as well as the time that we’d originally left. She was… devastated. 

She started crying and fell to her knees when she got back. All the other gods had cried out and rushed to her. She was bleeding from about 20 bad gashes all over her. She also had bad internal bleeding and other major injuries. I felt bad, now, so I healed her lethal injuries, but still kept anything non-life-threatening. I still had a message to convey, after all.

She said, between sobs, that I’d killed them all. She slightly described how each had died, not going into copious details, and how I had seemed to relish in it. I’d gotten a little bit too into it, but I’d refrained a bit. She’d lived, after all. 

Anyway, the other gods seemed shocked. Then, they comforted her and told her it was okay. She seemed lost, and scared. She calmed down, bit by bit, until she was asleep. When she was asleep, the other gods had a small conference. 

The 2 that had stopped and had been spared seemed very glad that they’d stopped. The rest decided to not mess with me anymore, but to tell the other gods, notably Time and Space. They’ll be mad at me, but they’ll live.

Unlike all those ponies and people I’ve killed when I get mad. It’s in the millions, and they almost always died horribly and in pain. This is one of those times when I hate my own immortality. I’ve seen a lot of things, but some of those have been the exact wrong things  to witness. I’ve done a lot of things, but some of those have been the exact wrong things, too.

I’m going to work on my disguise, now. I want to blend in readily, after all. I’ll deal with Time and Space’s wrath later. Not like they can actually kill me, for good. Lots have tried.

And lots have failed.