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// Unholy Perspective 
// Story: Blasphemous Equus 
// by Reizthefakebrony 
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"My name is Airel Nim. A lost soul tasked to save this world... Apparently. That doesn't change one thing: I ended up in hell because of a crime of mine. It all started when my childhood friend Miriana was constatly bullied and eventually killed by a group of bullies leaded by Chad. In sign of reprisal, I had killed them personally, only to be killed in that same instant I won. I ended up in hell as a result and my fate was sealed."

"But then something weird happened. A mysterious force picked me up before my fall was completed."

"And now I am here, involved in this mess of a world, in this weird body and deprived of my voice. I even killed a monster. And now I stood in front of a equine masked creature. That I was still dead or reborn, I cannot tell."





After a fierce battle, Airel stood in front of a tall pony towering on him while wielding a scroll. He wore a pointy cape with a spiral like mask and was heavily bound by heavy ropes. A detail that Airel didn't had noticed before. His appearance exuded an arcane mixture of hemertism and confusion. Airel was nervous and tried to interpret what he heard from him before.

"What's up with this guy? It's like he's scanning my being through his mask." Airel thought.

"Don't be so wary about me," He said. "I am Fallen Grace, the witness and narrator of the acts of the Unworthy Miracle that ravaged Equestria and the entirety of Equus. Because of this, the desires and sins of every creature had been manifested in painful, grotesque monstrosities like the one you had saw. Such narration is my penance, as yours is silence."

Fallen paused.

"The Pinnacle of the Penance is what you must seek. You will find it in what used to be Canterlot mountain. It was once a majestic. Now is just a grim, desecrated place, those access to it's core is forbidden to anyone, and is sealed by the Grand Gate. Not even a wise Penitent One like me knows what lies beyond it."

"The Pinnacle of Penance?"

"Penitent One, In order to get through the gate, you must perform the Three Humiliations. One of them must be performed mountains near to the ruins of Baltimare. Another one in what remains of Maretropolis, inside of a dark, entombed sanctuary where the dreaded one lies. And the last one at the end of the trails of putrified blood near to the base of Canterlot Mountain. In the bowels of the hell named Voldor, that grows into the earth."

"It sounds like a very grim trial, huh. It's not like I am afraid or anything, but I don't like being involved in this mess without a valid reason."

"Did you see the thorns adorning your sword." Fallen said and I nodded. "The Penance Sword is your weapon, but when the time comes, it will sprout even more and wound you. That will mean that you will be at the mercy of the Unworthy Miracle, whatever is for punishment or a corrupted form of forgiveness. To be honest, is just a theory but be wary about what you wield. As powerful it can be, it can be also double edged."

"Great, as being sent to hell wasn't enough."

"May your benefactor guide you." Fallen said, one second before disappearing into a black mist.

"He disappeared without saying anything else... And who was my 'benefactor' anyway?... Ok, calm down. I took one monster. I guess I have took very unnatural fighting abilities that will allow me to survive but... Where do I began?"

Without having an hint about his situation, he wandered in the wasteland that was presented in front him, traveling under the bleak orange sky. After having walked for miles, he found a forest full of withered trees. A chorus of moans and groans resounded from there.

"What was that?"

Reluctantly, he stepped into the forest, scanning his own surrounding. He found nothing but dead vegetation and ruins of ancient buildings into his path. As he stepped forward, the chorus grew even more louder. Airel stopped upon seeing multiple shadows coming after him.

Hideous creatures came out of the shadows, and looked almost anything but ponies. Their eyes were completely wide and some of their muscles were exposed. Some of them had a bone knife protruding from their mouths. Others had spiked wooden wheels being fused with their bodies. That alone lead Airel to the following conclusion.

"So that's what the Unworthy Miracle did to those ponies."

The knife armed ones leaped toward Airel, only to be parried and rejected by him and being beheaded by him. The wheeled ones rolled menacingly toward him. Airel missed all of them and jumped backward, like to take distance himself from him.

The ranks of monsterized ponies continued to grow and advanced ferociously toward him. In that moment, Airel felt a surge of power coming from his right hand and noticed something that he didn't had realized to have.

A Twisted Rosario being attached to his arm.

Not wanting to get thrashed, he channeled it's energy to it's Penance Sword and stabbed the ground, unleashing multiple shockwaves that traveled toward them and wiped them all out of his sight. Despite being masked, Airel was genuinely surprised by that display of power.

But that wasn't the time to be amazed, so he began to run forward as fast as he could, without looking back. There are other of those monsters coming in his way, which forced him to dodge them all while slashing some of them. As he continued, deformed ponies came out of the puddles of mud and tried to grab him. Airel just sliced them instantly and continued his run until he found the exit.

Having escaped the dreads of the forest, he stopped and fell on his knees for the fatigue. He felt exhausted and was breathing like a mad bull. He did expected hell coming out for his life already.

After a momentary rest, he slowly rose up and looked forward, only to find a very rural town in front of him. There was a sign with the word "Ponybero" being written on it.

"A town in the middle of the chaos?" He thought, not knowing what to think in that moment.