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// Chapter 5: Origins 
// Story: Havoc 
// by Histy 
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Mother Faust was truly an ancient being. A completely white alicorn with a simple red mane and tail, she was everything that one would see in a god; powerful, judgemental, but yet watchful and caring.

But now wasn't the time where she was caring.

"Any time now, I'll find you..." she muttered in a harsh voice. She had been searching for the perfect candidate for a Havoc God. Or Goddess, if you had gender preferences.

Least to say, finding a "perfect" candidate was very hard to do. 

She had looked across many realities, all having good candidates. They suffered greatly in life, but the problem was that they were never brought to the point of killing others because of it. She needed proof that they could do their job, after all.

There was also the fact that their life experiences also decide whether or not they're fit for the position. And for a Havoc God, they would have to have gone through a lot of suffering throughout their lives.

She soon stumbled upon the "Homo Sapien" reality, where she found another candidate.

"Let's see who you are," she declared, glossing over the information she received.

"Your name is Excidia," she continued, "you are a twenty-three year old female human, born somewhere in Scythia. You were kidnapped at a young age and brought to Capua in the Roman Republic, where you were enslaved."

"Judging by how she's a candidate, I'm sure that didn't last forever," as she continued looking over the information, Faust was proven correct.

"But one day, during the chaos that had erupted from Sulla's Second Civil War, a legionary appeared and attempted to loot your master's home for himself. Surprisingly, with striking amount of speed, you killed him. After this occurrence, your master saw an opportunity to gain more recognition and wealth, and recruited you to the gladiator school near Capua to be trained."

Interesting. A slave turned warrior? You don't see that everyday. She just might be the one I'm looking for." she thought excitedly as she continued to look through Excidia's history.

"You stayed there for some time, until a fellow gladiator named Spartacus convinced you to join his escape, which eventually turned into a rebellion. During said rebellion, you made a name for yourself, going behind enemy lines and killing enemy commanders, often fighting against five soldiers at one time, earning you the name Sicaria."

"Well, a slave turned warrior and known rebel? She is the one."

She now focused on Excidia's features. She had wild and unkempt brown hair, and had green eyes that obviously seen terrible things. She wore a white unkempt and torn cloth, but it succeeded in covering her more private areas. Probably so she was more agile in her movements.

She seemed to be running somewhere through a forest, and was constantly looking around, probably to make sure she wasn't being followed by anyone.

It seemed like she was on a mission, but with her oversight, Faust was able to see that she was being followed. Chased, to be more accurate.

"Well, well, well. What a predicament you're in." Faust decided to watch what unfolded.





Outskirts of Surrentum, Roman Republic, 71 B.C.

I never thought I could run for so long and not get tired. Nor did I ever thought that things could deteriorate so quickly.

Spartacus, that damned fool. Sacrificing his entire army in a battle that ultimately ended in nothing gained but corpses. He arrogantly marched into battle believing that the armies' desire for freedom would win the day. How far from the truth that was.

Our enemies were in such a great position that they easily surrounded and destroyed us, and in the end, few of us, me included, escaped. Of course, they weren't contempt with the thought of us surviving, and immediately began chasing us.

I was currently being chased, as I was for the past few days. I don't know how much longer I could go, but I kept pushing myself that maybe I could escape these people, no matter how impossible that would be.

"Stop!" I heard one of my pursuers yell.

"Fuck you!" I shouted back. It was the only sentence I could think up few days, and probably would end up being my last words.

The chase continued as it normally did. Running, constant shouts, getting cut by trees and bushes, and close calls where I was almost captured.

That was, until I reached the edge of a cliff.

I skidded to a halt, looking over the edge of the cliff, all hope of an escape dying as I did. Soon enough, I heard the sounds of clanging armor and the shouting of soldiers as they neared my position. I swiftly turned to face them as they arrived, pulling out my blade as I did so.

I saw that there was about fifteen, twenty-no, thirty of them. Just for me alone.

On of the soldiers stepped forward, "By the orders of Proconsul Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus, you are-"

"I don't give a shit about who ordered what! You're not taking me alive!" I interrupted, trying to sound as confident as possible. But even if I was, I knew I wouldn't be able to handle all of these soldiers, it was far too much for me to achieve.

"Really? Are you sure about that?" The soldier asked as he, and all the others, begin to close in, "I've gotten a lot of others like you. They always say we won't take them alive, but in the end, they surrender and go back to their former lives."

Lies. A slave had no purpose to live. If one rebelled even just a little bit, they'd be killed with no remorse. Unlike most, I saw through this dirty trick. I know that those who surrendered would just be crucified in the end.

I was not going to suffer such a humiliating death. I'd rather kill myself than to let that happen. In swift motion, I jumped off the cliff so quickly that I didn't even realize that I was even off of it for a moment.

I had came to know that a warrior preferred to kill themselves rather than suffer a humiliating death at the hands of their enemies. And it didn't matter whether I died by committing suicide or being executed by the enemy.

I still would have died in the end. I just chose the most preferable death.





Mother Faust watched as Excidia killed herself, falling of the cliff and unto the rocky shores below.

"Huh. I didn't expect her to do that," She thought.

It was a good thing for Excidia to be dead, though. It was a common rule that all gods of a dimension, with the only exception of the Creator, had to be dead mortals belonging to another.

"Guess that means it's time to get started then," with that, she lit up her horn.





All I see is... black.

I don't get it. Was this the afterlife? Was I damned for eternal isolation because of the acts I committed while I lived?

Suddenly, I heard a clopping sound, like a horse.

"Who's there!?" I shouted, reaching for my blade, only to find that I had nothing to defend myself with.

"You have no reason to be hostile to me, child," a deep, feminine voice spoke. From the way it sounded, one would guess it carried the wisdom of a being who's lived since the beginning of time. Although it did sound as if it was very relieved, too.

I soon saw whatever it was that responded as the darkness disappeared, replacing it with a completely white light that extended in every direction.

It was a... horse. A horse with wings, and a horn!

Before I could think more, however, it continued speaking, "You are Excidia Sicaria, correct?"

I stumbled to get my words out, "Y-yes, that's my name."

"Good, because I have summoned you to hold a very important position in this reality."

Reality? Is she saying that I was dragged off from my world's reality completely!?

"I know it's a lot to take in. Especially if you've lived in an primitive society such as yours. Anyway," the horse continued, "the position you shall hold shall be that of Goddess of Havoc and Suffering."

"Havoc and Suffering?" I asked suspiciously, "Why have I been chosen for this?"

"Because you have suffered the life of a slave and a warrior, and we're willing to kill to gain freedom and recognition, even if it was just a wild fantasy." She stated matter-of-factly, "Now, I have to ask you a question."

"...And What would that be?" I returned hesitantly.

"If you could reform that society as you so pleased, even if you had to kill, would you do it?"

"Of course I would. I'd kill all those who would oppose me," was the answer I quickly gave, the malice behind it not hidden.

"Good," was all the horse said in return, her horn starting to cast a strange aura.

Suddenly, I felt a force cover me, which was strange, since I could still see everything in front of me.

"With my powers as creator of this universe, I proclaim you, Excidia Sicaria, as the Goddess of Havoc and Suffering!" The horse declared, her horn being as bright as it could be.

Then, everything felt different. I felt more... powerful, as if I could lift a thousand suns.

"How do you feel?" The horse asked.

"Different."

"Well, you look different, too," she continued, "here, take a look for yourself."

A bright flash appeared in front of me. Covering my eyes for a second, I looked back.

And I was staring at... another me. Or at least, I think it was me.

I had completely white hair now, along with sickly orange eyes. My features appeared more... younger, though I don't know why.

The reflective object abruptly disappeared, "Your physical features have changed," the horse stated. She then looked me over, a frown on her muzzle, "although, we do have to find better clothing for you."

I looked myself over to find me still wearing the torn cloth.

"And a new name-"

"I like My name as it is, thank you very much," I snapped at the horse, a hard glare fixed.

She merely narrowed her eyes, "Oh? So I guess you don't want to be a Goddess, then?"

What? "That's not what I meant!"

"Then accept a new name for yourself." Dammit, that bitch.

"Fine, then, what would you want me to be called, then?" I liked my name the way it was, but I had to change it if I wanted a new life. I couldn't take any chances.

"How about... Zerstörung?"

"Zerstörung? What does that mean?" I asked questionably.

"It means destruction in one of the languages that still have yet to appear in your reality," she disclosed.

I didn't know how she knew a supposed future language from my world, but I wisely decided not to question it.

"Zerstörung... it's unique, I like it," I admitted. I liked my old name, yes, but I had to change it in order to secure a new life, like I stated before.

"Now, if you've accepted the change of your name, I can finally continued with my job, as you start yours," she resumed, beginning to walk away.

"Wait!" I called out.

She stopped and turned back to me, "What now?" She impatiently asked.

"I never got your name."

A pause.

"...My name is Faust, the Creator of the Universe, or in the multiverses case, Reality."

Faust started walking off again.

"And you are the first God I recruited, Zerstörung, so live up to my expectations, because if you don't," she stopped again and turned to me, "I can replace you as easily as I recruited you."





Over the next few years, Faust went back to work recruiting Gods and Goddesses for her Reality, all the while leaving me to do nothing.

Now, it wasn't all that bad. I was given new clothing, given some staff which I can channel most of my powers through, and even helped Faust search for Gods, although I was, of course, less suited for that job than her.

Nonetheless, we eventually found her Gods.

The first two were Deragomir and Qara, who were a couple from a Reality which was ruled by snakes and scorpions.

The two, bearing love to both the sun and moon, and with one of each sustaining life under constant heat or being awake all night, were named Gods of the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars, with Deragomir being renamed Sol and Qara to Selene.

Their forms were changed to one that looked one much like Faust herself, with the exceptions that Sol had a Fiery mane and beard, while Selene had a dark blue coat, and a mane that glows as the night.

The next one was a chimera called Xyren, who lived in a world which had came to an end when we found him.

Due to his love for confusing and tricking his enemies, he was named the God of Chaos and Trickery, and was renamed Apophis. His form was changed to a more serpent look, with more species body parts becoming visible. He joked about his new form, calling it a "draconequus".

The last one was a wolf named Zara. She was from a world where wolves became more intelligent, and ultimately dominated.

Due to her love of life and doing her best to keep other species alive, she was named the Goddess of Life and Order, and renamed Terra. Her appearance changed from that of a normal wolf to one which looked like it was made of wood, and eyes now glowing bright green.

After we were done with recruiting all the Gods for the Reality, Faust began the main job; creating the world.

Apophis and I didn't take much part in this process, as our powers would only slow it down rather than speed it up. It was also during this time that we mingled with each other, telling stories of our past lives (Apophis did most of that), testing our new powers against each other, and messing around with those who were creating before Faust could intervene and kick our ass.

It was quite a fun period, in comparison to the torturous years I suffered back in my mortal life.





I sat at a large table in the grand marble structure that was the Pantheon, along with the other Gods of this Dimension. After creating this Reality, Faust made the structure to serve as our residence as we watch over the life of the world.

Faust seemed absent from the table, her large ornate throne remaining empty. A good sign.

But what wasn't good with her absent was that the room was anything but quiet.

"Stop changing the trees to chocolate bars! It's harming the life around them!" Terra shouted at Apophis, the latter looking as if he could care less.

"So what?" He said absent mindedly, "it'll change back in no time, there's no harm in making them into chocolate."

Terra growled as she looked at me, "Zerstörung! He only listens to you! Tell him to stop turning my trees into chocolate!"

"I will not be telling him anything," I replied instantly. I then smiled, "besides, you gave me a fit when I erupted a volcano that one time. And also that one time when I gave that, what did you call him? Ah yes, Pharaoh, what he rightfully deserved."

She snarled this time. Ahh, Terra, how fun you were to mess with.

Before we could make her more angry, however, a Khwarezmian, an elite guard made up of demi-god ponies recruited by Faust, entered.

Sol, who seemed eager to do something else than watch us bicker, was the first to address him, "What is it, guard?"

The Khwarezmian seemed... nervous, and was constantly looking in my direction.

Not good.

"Lady Faust... we found her dead in her quarters. She's was... bound in chains, and her body mutilated."

The room went silent.

I had to think quickly. My plan would go to tatters if he told them what I feared he would.

My left hand clenched.

The Khwarezmian began to choke.

"Do not lie to us, guard," I growled in a demonic voice.

"Cease this action, Zerstörung! Let him go!" Sol ordered, glaring at me with fierce eyes as I returned with my glowing orange ones.

We were still for a few seconds, a staring contest one could not imagine the intensity of, with the room being silent with the exception of the choking Khwarezmian.

"...As you wish," I relented, releasing my grip. Hopefully I had caused enough fear in the Khwarezmian to convince him to not say what happened.

The Khwarezmian gasped for air, putting a hoof to his now released neck.

"Thank you," Sol said gratefully, before turning his attention back to the Khwarezmian, "Is there any proof of this event? Or is Zerstörung correct in her suspicions in that you are lying to us?"

"N-no, this is all true," the Khwarezmian responded, looking at me with a fearful expression, before elaborating, "Lady Faust was in her quarters for a period of time that we considered abnormal, so we decided to check on her. There, we found what was left of her."

"Do you know who did it?" Selene asked hopefully.

"Let's think about this, Selly" Apophis interjected, "if whoever did this was powerful enough to take out Faust, then they must be quite powerful, correct?"

"True," I concurred, trying to play along, "if the culprit was able to take on the Creator, then it's possible they could be among us."

"Actually..." that voice didn't come from any of us.

It came from the Khwarezmian.

Sol returned his attention to him, "What is it?"

"We found magical signatures in the room. They were very faint, but we could determine that they did come from someone here."

"Did you determine who's signature it was?"

"It was..." the Khwarezmian gulped, "it was Lady Zerstörung's."

Immediately, everyone's eyes settled upon me. Sol and Terra held obvious looks of hostility, whilst Apophis and Selene had looks of surprise. I simply just sat there, taking in the silence of the room as the queue I was long awaiting for.

"My, my, it seems I have been caught. I'm embarrassed," I stated sarcastically.

In quick motion, I used my staff to turn the Khwarezmian to ash. I then teleported unto Faust's throne, sitting on it.

Then we were all still, a silent staring contest as calm as a light breeze.

Then, Sol fixed a hard glare on me, his anger still clearly visible, "Zerstörung, why are you sitting on Faust's throne?"

"I'm taking over, clearly," I answered simply.

Before Sol could retort back, Selene intervened, "Zerstörung, stop this! Don't let selfish desires overcome you! The only way we can understand each other is if we can talk things out.

I looked to her, a sinister smirk on my face, "Ahh, Selene. Always preferring talk before action."

I tapped my finger on one of the armrests of the throne.

On queue, a large spike tore through the floor, and pierced through Selene's abdomen.

The effect was instant. Sol screamed at this action, and immediately checked on her condition, whole Terra charged at me at her full speed.

Once she was close, however, I swung at her with my staff, sending her flying to my right.

Terra hit the wall with a loud slam, and unceremoniously fell to the floor.

Focusing my full attention on her, I stood up from the throne, "Your constant complaints on how I do my job have always been a pain in the ass, Terra," I declared, "But now, I can finally shut you up!"

I was going to set her on fire with my staff. That is, until a sudden light came from the left of me.

I looked over, and saw that Sol, and a (somehow) healed Selene, with their horns glowing a bright light aura. They were gently floating off the ground, eyes closed, an unknown wind blowing around them gracefully. Anyone, including me, would call this beautiful.

Suddenly, their eyes snapped open. They were engulfed in bright white.

Then, a rainbow beam swiftly shot out at their horns, at me. Not expecting this sudden attack, I jumbled to counteract it.

I failed.

The beam fully encompassed me, but I didn't feel anything for a few moments.

That was, until I couldn't feel my legs anymore.

Looking down, I saw that they were... stone, as if it were a statue.

"What?" I confusingly asked, only for my eyes to widen as I realized that the stone was advancing and encasing my body.

"No!" I shouted, attempting to break the stone with my staff, but to no avail.

My last act before being completely encased in it was looking at Sol and Selene with an expression one would describe was full of hate.

I was then fully trapped in stone.

The room became silent. Selene and Sol hovered down to the floor, while Terra recovered and went to them.

After a short moment making sure they were all fine, they turned their attention to me.

"What happened to her?" Selene asked questionably.

"She has been imprisoned in stone," Sol answered firmly.

"Serves her right," Terra growled quietly.

A brief silence.

"So... what now?" Selene inquired.

"First, we must put her in a place where she can not harm no one," Sol stated, his horn glowing bright.

"No."

All eyes came to focus on Apophis. He was still there, on his throne, with a look of sadness and disappointment on his features.

"What do you mean 'no'?" Terra asked rather harshly.

"I'll take her." He simply answered, before snapping his clawed hand.

Then, I was teleported to a field of grass, flowers, and small ponds. Over in the distance, you could see mountains with ice on their slopes.

By the looks of it, I was put here to serve my sentence of imprisonment, and no longer hold any significance in the mortal world as punishment.

But I had no idea just how long my sentence was going to be.

"Why?" I suddenly heard Apophis ask, his form coming to view, "why did you do it?"

Well, I wish I could answer, but as I was I'm stone, I couldn't really say anything.

"We had everything we could have ever wanted, Zerstörung. But you had to let your desire for more power overcome you. I feared this would happen."

I never saw this side of Apophis. The often rude, humorous trickster becoming very serious individual was something I never thought could ever happen.

"Now, because of what you did, you're going to be just another rock in this world. To no longer interfere in mortal affairs."

"I enjoyed the life we had together, as long as it lasted. I enjoyed the conversations we shared, the Times we fought each other, the days where we teased Terra, everything. But I guess all that ends today. Goodbye, Zerstörung." And just as he said that he was gone.

And just like that, he had abandoned me. Left me to rot in this field.

I knew he would turn against me. The only person who I dared to call a friend had left me in favor of those who were against me.

I didn't need him. After all, if I killed Faust singlehandedly, I could take on any other God in the Pantheon, including him. I can do everything by my will, it was me who would rise to be the supreme being in the end.

And yet... there was a light pain. A pain I ignored at the time, seeing it as a nuisance. That pain wasn't just any normal pain, either. It wasn't on my chest, back, or stomach.

It was in my heart.

What is this feeling?