Marcus is transported to Equestria through saving a stranger’s life. Now he lives in the body of a level one-hundred prestige Knight from his video game! Will he be Equestria’s Pillar?
The area beyond the stone walls was strewn with lifeless bodies, all of whom had passed away. Their eyes imploring for assistance in their final moments. The atmosphere was arid, as was the earth, yet it was stained crimson with blood. As the wind carried dust clouds over the ragged horizon, the distinguished sound of thunder boomed across the sky, as if the universe was conveying a message: a message of apprehension. And then, of course, there is the remarkable castle.
Like all images of a massive castle seen from countries, books, and fantasies this image of the castle was majestic but also mythical. At least it used to be. . .
The Kingdom that was once ruled by a righteous king has now fallen onto the grave and sorrowful times. Just as they ushered into an age of prosperity a new beginning to a new chapter, filled with peace and harmony an unknown tyrant appeared out of nowhere. The many tyrants back then were but a fond memory to them now.
Sitting on the throne with a cup of blood wine in hand lived the ruler of Hell’s sixty-fifth floor:
King Almoron Devagonda, or for short Almoron.
Unlike the other princes that go about destroying and slaughtering their victims in such a wild manner, he was a serious and disciplined man, who did not hesitate to hurt anyone to fulfill his mission or achieve his goals. He can be very casual and rather fearless, as he is one of the few people who is not afraid of anything or anyone, not even his father.
The man’s hair is a striking jet black, with a length that falls just short of his neck. His bangs are parted twice, allowing for an unobstructed view of his sharp, black eyes. The hair is evenly hued between two different shades of colors: scorched with mahogany on his right side and crimson red on his left. Birthmarks, decorated with arcane symbols of Hell, adorn his forehead and cheeks, while horns poke out from the upper side of his head in a slight spiral curve. His body is overflowing with beauty and rough charm, and his skin blooms in a lovely charcoal gray. He is dressed in pitch black clothing, with a mantle leg-length curtain cape draped over his back. At his waist, a darkish brown leather belt is wrapped around his waistline, screwed to a scabbard with his sword sheathed to its holding place.
Today was another success for him and his legion of demons. They had successfully swept across the land with little to no resistance spreading death, destruction, and not even an atom seed of mercy. Men and women were now reduced to playthings, emergency food, and mostly the women were used as dancers for entertainment in the eyes of the king. The horrors and humiliation they had to endure would be spoken for generations to come. The once-great kingdom reigned by the kings and queens looked more akin to a food house or rather, a dungeon. Stallions and mares were being tortured in every method one could think of, dead bodies of innocent souls littered the streets as Almoron’s demonic troops feasted on their flesh and bones. Eyes turned from light—to darkish red from shedding many tears at the remains of their loved ones being devoured while the zombie-men lashed their backs with a thorn material whip in a merciless fashion.
How did it come to this? Why is this happening? Will help deliver us from this great evil?
All these questions raced through their minds as they prayed for salvation. But hope had left them even before he and his army had arrived. Their King had fallen, skinned alive then was killed when he could scream no more, his wife mutilated before his eyes as Almoron plunged his hand through his chest, yanking it out with the king’s heart in hand before swallowing it whole. Seven days, seven nights would pass and another kingdom had fallen as well, since then the now slave people prayed for the sweet release of death. The demons were restless especially the imps and each time one would simply switch with another to quench the taste of new flesh. No man or women were spared, nor the children, not even the infants...
A mare in the corner sat and watched as one of her cousins was yanked from her arms by a hollow. It's a grisly sight. The hollow starts stabbing her right away. She pounded its face a couple of times to get it off her, but by this time a bunch of more hollows had burst through the throne room swinging double doors and they joined in too.
She didn’t have time to react as she felt a massive force slap her to the side face down to the blood-stained carpet. What has been described as her dear cousin getting stabbed to death sounded dreadful. The screams cut off in a gurgling grunt were something no one, not even her couldn’t simply ‘unhear.’
“Mommy!”
She turned to her right and her eyes widened at the sight she was seeing.
“No! Not my baby! Please NOOOOOO!!” Her scream echoed through the streets as the mare's dear son was swarmed by a group of giant wolf-size rats. His belly slit open as his liver, organs, and guts spilled on the road. Piece by piece the mother’s heart was breaking apart each time she listened to her son’s blood-curdling high pitch screams of excruciating pain. She couldn’t do anything but watch. . .
A small hellish red ball emerges in the middle of the storm quickly expanding out into a massive, spiraling portal. Light orange streaks line the circular, black void, magical particles spew out like sparks from a firework. Soaring out of it was a lone black crow flapping its wings through the streets, completely ignoring what was going on around it. Some of its buddies called it to tag along but the bird paid no mind to them as it continued flying towards its destination. Weaving through corpses, slaughter, and demons, it flew up the stairs that lead to the palace.
“Please let me through this instant. I must speak with Lord Devagonda!” The hollows troops simply nodded pointing their swords at the entrance, allowing him through. The bird thanked them with a nod then soared inside.
“My lord! My lord!”
Everyone including the hollows stopped in their tracks as they watched the crow fly over them. Almoron clicked his tongue in annoyance that his next little entertainment was cut short by this interruption. A part of him was ten seconds away from telepathically crushing this crow into a pancake for even daring to interrupt him but this crow was his brother’s pet and is loyal to them both and their royal family, and no one should bother a king not unless he or she had to share a message that absolutely must reach the king even if it meant the cause of their life.
On landing, the crow bowed its head in subservience, and one wing rested on its knee.
“Your majesty, I’m more knowledgeable enough to know that you told me not to interrupt you unless it’s very urgent,” the crow said, venturing its head up looking into the dark eyes that glared down on him. “B-But I can assure you with certainty that this is urgent news you must hear!”
Almoron blinked, still unwaveringly glaring down at the crow who dared interrupt his little show. He sighed softly then gestured his right hand at every demon in the room. Following the gesture of his command, all the hollows and demons gathered up slowly beginning to stride towards the two double doors. Soon as the last hollow exited the room the doors closed from behind them leaving the crow and its king alone.
A right hand gestured. “Well? Speak.”
The crow cleared its throat.
“I brought news from a shocking discovery that occurred back at our campsite.” The Crow conveys its message to him.
“And it’s urgent for you to tell me why?” He questioned him while taking a sip of his glass of wine.
The Crow lowered its head. “We found it. We’ve found the relic.”
This entire paragraph: What the F***!?
P.S. This was taken from your Doom stories, aren't they?
Bit-By-Bit Studio: Gotta say though, made the right call not to have Marcus face an Everlasting dragon outside of Ponyville. Not only would that be too early but the damages would be catastrophic.
Star Shimmering: Maybe in the near future. It would be a surprise for Marcus once he faces enemies he never fought before, such as the ones from Dark Souls two and three.
Bit-By-Bit Studio: All the more reason to make each battle with each boss epic! How could a player learn if he can’t be humbled by an enemy stronger then him; Marcus may be a level one-hundred but that doesn’t mean he’s invisible.
Well shit! Despite being a powerful OP Dark Souls character.
Thanks for the chapter! There was some good news about Marcos' current power level and damn he's strong. But knowing Dark Souls, that level of power won't tank enemies for very long.
I’ve been thinking about it since this story was written. But like I have established, all plans for this story will be discussed after Chapter 3 along with the end of the Friendship is Magic arc.
I see a part of that Doom fic got reworked into here
Seeing how strong Marcus is(and will become), how powerful Spike will get to be too?
This entire paragraph: What the F***!?
P.S. This was taken from your Doom stories, aren't they?
Well shit! Despite being a powerful OP Dark Souls character.
He still gonna get his ass kicked!?
Ooooooooooooo!!! This was epic! Can't wait for more
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Yeah.
Was it really necessary for the whole roll playing thing I mean he have to show his true self as some point right ?
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thats basically dark souls isnt it
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I kinda like it
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Yep.
Gott ask is this single pairing or a harem?
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Unless there’s no paywall, not happening
Thanks for the chapter! There was some good news about Marcos' current power level and damn he's strong. But knowing Dark Souls, that level of power won't tank enemies for very long.
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I wonder the same thing. I also wonder if the protagonist of the story will be divided between Marcos and Spike? Which is what it looks like.
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I’ve been thinking about it since this story was written. But like I have established, all plans for this story will be discussed after Chapter 3 along with the end of the Friendship is Magic arc.
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He never got to know why the bottle of hot sauce
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Sounds interesting
Wait a minute that's me!!
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Really?
I NEED MORE I FINISH ALL THE CHAPTERS TO QUICKLY I NEED MOOOOOOOORRRRRREEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
we need more this was good
This is Really Good I need more
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How is it going?