Dreamguard: Wrath

by Blackdust


Chapter 2: A Demons Agreement

"I shall not fall to a demon!" Celestia, final fight with Six before being sealed in family curse.

As soon as Wrath and Six agreed on killing the fish things, Wrath started to catch fire. He merely ignored this and rushed forward to punch the fish thing straight in the right side of it's fish like face. His hoof went in one side, and out the other as the things head exploded. Wrath felt a surge of adrenaline, anger, and... Submission? Coming from Six? He decided to address this after he had time to focus on it as one of those things leaped at him.
"Duck!"
Wrath did so without thinking too much on why Six would be trying to help him, only to feel Six leave his body and shred the dreamon into culinary cubes. Wrath stared at the form Six had taken on in order to mutilate the dreamon. It looked like a flaming serpent with what he could only describe as minotaur arms ending in griffon talons where the hands of a minotaur would be. On it's back were six wings, as he was named after. And on each wing was a different word to describe a blood bath. Massacre, war, brutality, murder, genocide, and slaughter. There was also one word on his chest that Wrath couldn't quite read.
"What in the eternal tartarus..." Wrath breathed just before getting tackled from behind by one of those weird dreamons, which instantly started to tear at him, while the flaming serpent began tearing at it in turn. But before either of the ones being torn apart could do any real damage, a ribbon-like scarf had punched through the flaming impersonation of Six, and the dreamon beneath him.
"Damn it Wrath, don't just let those things tear into you like that! You don't know how hard it is to see others Fade!" Whisper shouted at Wrath with her head down so he couldn't really make out if the sadness he thought he heard was really there or not.
But he wasn't really watching her. Instead he was watching the dreamon that was trying to sneak up on her while she went on a clearly sorrow filled rant. He rolled over, leapt, and released Six again from his back, using the slight force to get a good kick on another dreamon that had waddled up. As Six sailed over Whisper, who followed the demons flight, he released a blood curdling roar and then crashed right into the dreamon. Wrath responded to Six's roar with his own war cry while unleashing a frenzy into the dreamon horde while Six and he circled Whisper as Wrath did for Luna before joining the Dreamguard. Lucky was tossed into the circle that Six and Wrath had made from somewhere in the horde.
"Damn... I think we might lose this fight..." Lucky said, getting up to show a glowing scratch down the side that he had landed on. He also sported a similar scratch over one eye. And his rapier was nowhere to be seen.
"We have to-" Whisper was cut off by a dual howl from Wrath and Six as they ran toward one another.
As the demon merged with his host, Wrath felt his blood literally boil from the flames of war that both halves were holding. As he opened his eyes, two different colored smoke trails emanated from them. From his left eye rose a white smoke that circled over his head like a halo, while from his right came a black smoke that followed his forehead while darting out on either side to make it look like he had devil horns. This gave everything present that could see their shared transformation step away warily. They then threw their heads to the pseudo-sky and released a cross between a howl, a roar, and a bellow that in the end sounded like a dying animal. The dreamons turned and ran away as fast their disfigured bodies would let them. But the new form that Wrath and Six shared was too fast for most of them to get away, leaving several dissolving bodies with missing heads all across the battlefield.
"Wha... What is he...?" Lucky asked, scared to move in case the duo turned on him as well.
"I... I don't know, but I don't think we should even consider trying to train him to fight," as Whisper said this she noticed the scared and confused look Lucky gave her. "Instead, we should train him to control that power of his..."
"That... That makes sense... But how can we convince him-no... THEM of that?" Lucky said, pointing one hoof at Wrath.
Wrath walked over as they were discussing various ways of convincing Wrath to let them teach him how to harness the power of the Six Winged Serpent. So he decided to stop them from getting too far into the idea of Six being used for good.
"You two do realize that that creature is a being of such pure darkness that it was only captured because something with a bigger blood lust decided to fight and try to tame it, right?" Wrath said more than asked the two other Dreamguards.
"What do you- wait, what?" Lucky asked caught between confusion and disbelief.
"Yeah, Six is also known as the Six Wings of Brutality. He was a creature made by a unicorn to bolster the unicorn tribes' fighting capabilities while striking fear into the other tribes. Only problem is that he did a hiccup in the casting and created a demon that didn't care and caused everypony to kill each other for the fun of it and then ate their corpses," Wrath said nonchalantly, sitting down on the fake grass.
"You'll need to be more specific, Wrath. How evil is this thing?" Whisper asked, stepping back cautiously.
Wrath, the fires of his dual form fading out with Six taking on his form next to him, glanced from Whisper, to lucky, and finally to Six and shrugged and said, "I don't really know, or care. Six saved my ass just a second ago, so I don't really care how evil he says he is. He's tamed now."
"I am not tame, but I don't want to die either. So in order to prevent my defeat, I must rescue you if need be." Six said while forming behind Wrath.
"Fair enough. Anyroad, we should be getting back to training, right?" Wrath said dismissively while getting up and going to the center of the glade.
"Yeah..." Lucky said after sharing a slightly frightened and concerned look with Whisper.