So fast.
It all happened like thunder, bright and fast, with the sound following right after.
The dark knight who came out of that wreck destroyed them, he didn't even give them a chance to retaliate.
His sword cut them like a knife through butter, with a frightening ease and balance, showing years of training and practice.
After hanging and tearing the unicorn's neck. He had no more hesitation, he no longer had the same pauses as when we first saw him, at a speed that only the trail could be seen, he sliced one after another, each blow cutting a part of the body and letting him completely exposed for further attacks.
He was not defending or deflecting, as none of the Pony's managed to attack him in time. And those who could, were too terrified to do anything.
His speed could rival the speed of even Rainbow Dash! One of the throne's defenders, one of the fastest beings alive.
But he didn't kill them quickly.
No.
Even with his enormous speed and skill, he made them suffer.
Fear, pain, regret.
Suffer everything for what they did, not only for the almost pathetic attempt in trying to challenge him, but maybe for everything they did to us.
He had begun slashing the first guard in half with his red weapon. The facial expression of shock and horror not leaving his face as he fell to the floor.
Without hesitation, he immediately went for another slash from his weapon, from the bottom an then up on his next victim, cutting off the guard's legs and throwing him up with the sheer ferocity of the attack.
While in the air, the dark god immediately used some kind of wind magic and threw the legless guard towards his other two companions behind him.
One guard behind him, seeing the slaughter happening in front of him, charged at the dark lord and hoping to catch him off guard.
At the exact moment the weapon was going to make contact with the back of the dark entity, it stopped in the middle of the air, inches from touching him and losing all the momentum of the attack.
In his free hand, it could be seen him with most of his fingers closed, except the index and middle fingers, letting them open, and then with a quick movement, he closed his fist tightly.
The guard's sword flew back and it penetrated hard on his neck, causing an enormous amount of blood to spill from the wounded region in response.
He then fell to the floor after a couple of seconds of silence with his mouth open. Completely lifeless.
The two guards knocked over by their legless companion, threw him aside and tried hard to escape the massacre, leaving the screaming third behind.
However, they did not get very far. Since the black lord using his magic again, pulled the two who fled back to him.
In midair, with a quick cut he decapitated them both, their heads sticking out and falling apart from the bodies, rolling by the ground with their expressions of fear.
Slowly he looked around, looking at his handy work, slowly, with a small buzz, his sword lost its luster and intensity. Then, a groan, drawing the hateful Lord's attention, he slowly shifted his gaze to one of the bodies.
Slowly crawling on his back and moaning with each movement, there was a guard, the one he had cut off his legs.
He was still alive, he was in intense pain, two huge traces of blood were forming as he tried desperately in a futile effort, to escape his possible end, without a plan or strategy, in pure instinct, he wanted to run as much as was possible from that monster.
With his terrifying breath, he slowly walked towards the surviving guard, each step he took easily outpaced the desperate guard.
That he only looked at the black figure in terror, tears of pain and despair streamed from his face, when he realized that he could not escape.
He looked at the sightings of the monster of darkness, looked at that glance, completely devoid any sign of life and light, a look of death, he sobbed, and started to scream while crying.
"P-PLEASE! H-HAVE M-MERCY! I B-B-BEG YOU!"
The Desperation Request seemed to have worked, the figure of darkness had stopped for an instant, and he slowly looked at the floor.
The guard's hopes of survival had returned, however, they were almost immediately shattered.
The dark aura, the same that emerged when his hatred was at its peak, returned, and it seemed just as powerful, perhaps more, than before.
Then, the Demon in black spoke again with his terrifying voice that shook the guard right in his core.
"Tell me, slaver, did you have mercy when your slaves begged for mercy aswell?"
He continued walking towards the fallen guard, who could look and remain only in total silence in pure fear, his mouth opened and closed, but no voice came out.
"Did you have any concerns about the lives of those who had their chains in your hand?"
He could only continue to cry in fear silently, while the Lord towered over him, his calm voice showing quite the opposite of what he was feeling.
"You don't care about anyone but yourself."
Then his sobs were replaced by his choking grunts, as he put his hand on his neck in a panic, trying to get rid of a hand that didn't exist, while Vader slowly raised his hand and hanged him with his magic.
"You expect pity, after so many have suffered and died by your hand for the simple crime of being born."
His eyes, red with so many tears, could only see the yellow glow behind the angry God's visor, he could do nothing but wait for his end.
"Scum like you, don't deserve to live."
Then, with one last squeeze, the guard ceased his resistance, his arms slowly let go of Vader's hand and went limp, and his eyes rolled over, and his life was sucked from his body by the master of hate.
Vader then released his neck, maintaining his look at his body, and dropped him on the floor, completely devoid of life
He had done all this in such a short time, at such an absurd speed, with a strength that a minotaur would dream of having and a control over magic that would easily overcome a unicorn.
He just couldn't believe it.
A human had ascended, just as the Pony's princess had ascended to Alicorn.
A human god.
Slowly the Elder looked at the other slaves that were hidden together behind some rubble, all of them had mixed expressions, fear, shock, surprise.
But everyone felt something together, happiness.
The happiness of finally someone fighting their captors, someone who finally sets them free, and someone that powerful who hates their captors as much as they do.
The Elder, slowly got up, and walked out of the rubble and towards Darth Vader, who in response changed his gaze from the body to the old man who was coming towards him.
Both stayed in that exchange of looks for a while, until the old man knelt and touched his head to the floor in reverence to Vader again, which still surprised the Sith.
"I am again grateful for not only your presence, but grateful for our freedom as well, we are forever in your debt"
Vader only remained silent with the elder's statement, and look behind him, while other people started to come out of the rubble and walk towards him, all with expressions of awe, nervousness....
And......
Respect......
One of the things that the Lord Sith was not used to by people feeling about him, and many began to thank the lord, some with nods, others with smiles, and some following the elder's example.
Many were apprehensive with him for the brutality shown against the guards, but they were not angry with him for that...
The opposite, he felt....
Happiness....
Darth Vader started to feel something he hadn't felt in a long time.
What he felt most of all was an enormous sense of..... Freedom......
The fall on this planet was not just a tragedy, it was his freedom.
The actions he took were not influenced by Sidious's puppet strings, or at his command.
He made everything his own choice.
Not only had he broken the slave's chains of these humans, he had broken his own as well.
They did not fear him as his old incompetent officers, or respect him as the Stormtroopers who fought him, that feeling of happiness and respect came with high hopes.
Hope......
All the slaves in front of him were seeing him with hope, hope that he was their such savior.
"My lord, we are indebted to you, we will do anything to pay you, anything for our freedom that you have brought us back."
He continued to watch them, slowly looking at each of the faces of the Ex-slaves, everyone of them had expressions of determination and happiness, he was not lying.
"No."
The elder was taken back by this.
"What?"
Lord Sith continued with his upright posture and calm but firm tone.
"You have no debt to pay to me, you are free now, each and every one of you can choose what you want to do, you have no masters anymore."
All had been taken back by the Lord's statement, they looked at each other.
They were free, but now what to do? they in their whole lives had someone to tell them what to do and what not to do, and now he had set them free and simply said that they could do what they want?
Long moments passed, while everyone just looked at each other, and in that time, Darth Vader had decided that his work had been done, and slowly he walked away into the unknown.
"My Lord! I am with you!"
He immediately stopped, and returned his gaze back, to a young man with a determined expression and a fist in the air and soon after hitting his fist on his chest, in a sign that Vader interpreted out of respect or...
Loyalty...?
Then another left the main group and repeated the actions of his companion.
"As a free man! I choose to go with you!"
"Me too! My heart is yours!"
"I am with you my Lord!"
Soon everyone was either with their fists raised, or beating their fists on their chest, all with expressions of determination.
They shouted his name.
That day Vader felt another sentiment he hadn't felt in a long time.
Pride.