//------------------------------// // Satan Request // Story: Equestrian Satanister // by Reizthefakebrony //------------------------------// In the dark throne room, Brutalight Sparkills and her companions were having company, amused and pissed at the same time for their deal with Sara. "And that's how you gave a welcome to a stranger," Lil Miss Rarity said. "Although she was such a brute to fight back." "Ah rather had killed her because of her daring attitude," Applejerk said. "But seriously, why keep her alive?" Rainbrute asked. "Let's just say that we need a new demon and that I have a project about it. She will be useful." Brutalight said. "Ohohohooho, I wonder what surprise will be," Pinkamena said gleefully. "No wonder we had to broke her first." "Now I get why I have to restrain myself," Butchershy said. "Exactly. Everything according to my experiment. Eheheh" Brutalight grinned. In the rusty cell, Sara was there, horribly battered, cut, beaten up and wounded, but still in one piece. Her eyes bleeding, with one of them being a red one. Sara was still convinced to be in the hell, but mostly because she was confused and stunned by the whole struggle that she had put. Sara was half sleeping, wishing to be dead in the sleep. Something burned inside her, and its not the pain inflicted by Brutalight and her gang, but by the betrayal and the victory of Luke and the other two that tried to ruin her sister's life for a bit of power. She only wishes one thing: Return back to life for vengeance as a human and not as a pony. Anger and rage consumed her thought, but at that point, she felt very powerless and weak. And there's pretty much nothing that she can do since she was chained to the wall. Suddenly, the door of her cell opened. Sara expected Brutalight but instead it was something else. A cloaked man with his skin made of a rusty scale, a deformed human face and two almost empty eyes. "You were a type of human who will take everything to set things right," He said with a groutesque voice. "Well not everything right is at it is. And it's time for you to learn that on your skin." Before Sara could even open her mouth, a pillar of black energy engulfed the two individuals, who disappeared in the nothingness. After their disappearance, Brutalight and her group stormed inside, caught by a irritating surprise. "WHAT!? How did she learn to do that trick!?" Pinkamena bellowed. "I don't think that's the case." Butchershy informed. "That damn hooligan!" Applejerk bellowed. "Where is she!? WHERE IS SHE!!!?" Brutalight screamed. In a very dark area, Sara felt something that she didn't expected to feel: Restored. She slowly stood up and looked around. The place in which she is sounds like a church, which is very strange for a world that was deprived of everything sacred. Waiting for her at the end, nearby the altar, was the Scaled Man. "What is the meaning of this? Where are we?" Sara demanded. "And most of all, who are you!?" "You should be grateful! I am granting you more than salvation," The Scaled Man said. "I gave you the power that will allow you to take on your hated target. What was the name?... Luke?" Sara glared. "How did-" "But first you own me a favor. You have to defeat those barbaric creatures, but not with conventional instruments." "You expect me to follow you. And then again, how do you think I can possibly defeat them!?" "Come here and look." Reluctantly, Sara went toward the altar and noticed two objects being there. Two silver spiked gauntlets, a thing that was impossible to be held by ponies. "You want me to wear those?" Sara asked. "Just think about your anger," the Scaled Man said. "Your sister was in danger, you avenged the act through bank robbery and got killed in the end by the mercenaries you had hired. But Luke hired first, right? And the money. The money served to exchange this with an antidote of the poison Luke had put on Deva, your sister. And now you are here, powerless and vexed by those demons." "..." "But the cards can be changed right? What you have to do is get your vengeance using the Pillars of Obscenities's death as a way." "What?" "But enough talk. Wear your gauntlets and unleash your bloodlust." "Anything to shut you up." Without any other though, Sara put on the gauntlets. A tremendous pain that traversed her body was the first thing that she met. Instinctively, she rose up two legged as a coil of white flames wrapped her entire body. "WHOOOOOOAAAAARRRGGGH!!!!" Sara screamed beastly. Her mane get longer, spikes came out of her shoulders, hind legs became humanoid legs and her hooves becomes demonic hands, now wielding the gauntlets. Sara was now somekind of a demon pony, looking very bloodthirsty and eager for violence. "W.w.w...What have you done to me?" Sara asked with a bit of bloodlust. "I gave you the power, you see." "What?" "You are the most feared thing for psychopaths, demons and other ungodly creatures of the land." "What I am now?" "You are now the Satanister, a sister in proximity with the devil. The ten commandments can fuck off since your methods serves for a great cause. Ah, and there's a shotgun behind the altar." "You don't have told me your name... You want to be my next victim?" Sara threatened. The Scaled Man instantly disappeared in a coil of rust. "I am Shelnov, and you should start making some victims among the ones who had mauled you. The question is: Where should you start." "Whatev'r hast enow blood to spilleth. If 't be true i has't to taketh this deprav'd role, so beest t. God has't m'rcy of mine own soul. and yond of the ones i am going to killeth" Sara took her shotgun and headed out of the church, finding herself in the woods. She doesn't know where to go, but nonetheless, she pressed one. Guided by the bloodlust induced by her gauntlets, she began her hunt.