//------------------------------// // 1 - Disgusts From The Past // Story: The Fallen Angel // by Dragon-In-Black //------------------------------// How utterly pathetic this situation was. He was surrounded by darkness, and he didn't know where he was. Limbo? He wasn't sure. He tried to reach out into the darkness, but there was nothing there. He didn't feel anything hard underneath or above. He was simply... floating. That was what he was doing. Floating. He didn't know how long he was floating, but he knew it had been a long time. He felt how he was sucked away, as if something was grabbing him. He was then forcefully dragged, and dragged. Finally, after what felt like an eternity: he reached... something. He didn't know where he was until suddenly. KRAUSCH! The sound of an egg exploding into billions of tiny pieces. He felt how he grew into a large creature. He could see everything made in the world he was in. He did not know what was happening to him. Then, he suddenly felt a warm sense of magic. Or he believed it was magic as his father used a sense of it. He was transformed into a small being again. Spike didn’t know why he was so tiny. His eyes then widened as he looked up towards the fixed roof of the building he was in. He couldn’t believe it. He had been put into a child's body of whatever creature there was. He felt very, very angry all of a sudden. How dare Faust send him to a different dimension in whatever creature he was in, and as a child nonetheless?! He didn’t pay attention to the voices as they were talking about something mundane. He was only thinking about how he was gonna have payback on Faust. He needed to find Lucifer, and make the second wave of the rebellion with him. Strengthen the military and burn the angels who were nothing more but cowards who hide behind a being who doesn’t even care about them, and uses them for her own personal gain! He felt a pair of eyes on him, and he looked up and saw that there was a majestic looking horse or pony. Her eyes were pale, light grayish magenta, her mane was light cerulean, light turquoise, very light cobalt blue, and pale heliotrope. It was flowing to a non existent wind, and she was looking at him with curiosity. Spike felt very angry, and wanted to attack them, but he knew that he couldn’t. The name of the one looking down at the young fallen angel was princess Celestia. She was curious about this one being. She felt a sense of strong darkness inside of him, but also extreme light. She was completely confused by this. There had been no creature in history that had that. Then again, it could be because it was a dragon. She had never in her history even been remotely close to a baby dragon. ‘Peculiar,’ Celestia thought, as she looked down at the baby dragon who looked angry. Celestia used her magic to levitate the young dragon out of the basket he was inside of. The royal guards who had arrived on the scene looked mildly confused. They had seen a creature just a few seconds ago with those colours. Celestia had a look of longing in her eyes. She always wanted to have a child, but had never found the right one as she had been working for all these years with her royal duties. Now though, she maybe had the time to help the young dragon. “Your highness, what happened? We saw a large creature here, and saw that you flew off towards this place.” One of the royal guards said, in a concerned voice. Celestia didn’t pay him any heed. She was solely focused on the draconic child in her magical aura, which was gold like. The guards didn’t do anything, as their princess didn’t seem to be in any sort of danger. “I’m fine, soldier. I’m just a little amused. This filly right here,” Celestia said, pointing towards a tiny filly with moderate violet eyes, dark sapphire blue with moderate purple and brilliant raspberry streaked mane and tail. She had a pale, light grayish mulberry coat. She had a big mulberry coloured star with white stars on her flank which was her recently earned cutie mark. Celestia then took off with the dragon child and started a new adventure with the child. Spike didn’t realize that he had gotten the exact same name he already had, both first and last name. Ten years later Spike was together with Twilight Sparkle, on the way towards Ponyville after the pathetic pony had found an ancient book explaining how the mare on the moon would return to bring eternal night. Spike didn’t care as it was better to live in the darkness then the light. He had become a slave to the pony known as Twilight Sparkle after she had asked where he was. Celestia, his adoptive mother, had assigned him to help the useless pony. Twilight had then met some other disgusting ponies who later became the element bearers. Spike knew that they would succeed in their campaign as he had seen the visions. He could see visions that would make a normal pony or princess question him. Spike had helped Twilight get fitted into the small town known as Ponyville. She had quickly become popular, and the mare on the moon turned out to be princess Celestia’s sister. Spike had not been surprised the slightest, much to the suspicion of Twilight and Applejack. He was currently in his bedroom, and was looking into a body mirror. His scales were purple and his spike’s were green. His eyes were one of a predator. He then used his inner strength, and brought out his wings. He looked back at the mirror and felt himself feel a sense of sadness. His wings were as white as anything pure. The feathers would make anyone with sins cry their eyes out, and the beauty of them was far too great. Then, he used a spell that he had taught himself, and brought forwards a large demonic knife. He then closed his eyes, as his small scaly fingers reached behind him and started cutting them off from him. He didn’t wince, he didn’t open his eyes, and he didn’t do anything to stop himself. It was simply a disgust from his past. Blood was dripping everywhere, and he was gonna use a potion to clean that up. He felt drops of blood coming out of him. Spike was then finished with the first wing. He then started the same process of the left wing. After he was done, he turned around and checked his back. All he saw was two large scars on his back that showed where his angelic wings had once been. What he didn’t realize was that aunt Luna had seen everything. “It is simply a painful disgusting reminder of the past.” Spike said, as he looked at where princess Luna had once stood. He had a sneaking suspicion that she might know his secret, but he didn’t care. Why should he?