//------------------------------// // The Hate and Anger of Humanity Unleashed // Story: The God of Anger // by The Toaster //------------------------------// "Kill them all" He ordered his troops, who all cheered to see the arrogant unicorn being thrown as if it were garbage, was inspiring and terrifying and upon receiving the order, he was not able to hold his smile under his helmet. He had been trained for this, he had been chosen for it personally by a god. Failing the first battle is one of the furthest things from his mind. This Major would win this city for his master or die trying. Joining the roaring knights around him in their divine white armor designed by Vader himself, and with his brothers, he charged at the gates that closed at an alarming rate. At that moment a wave of concern passed over his body in the middle of the charge, when the god of anger joined him at the planning table, he assured the Major that no siege equipment was necessary, that it would take longer than necessary. Questioning his own god was unthinkable, but now as he and his brothers advanced with all their fury towards the rapidly closing wooden gates he could not contain the thoughts of doubt in his mind. But it all disappeared as quickly as it appeared in those few moments. The aura of darkness that surrounded his master was monumental, abundant and the closer he got to the gates, the more they spread, the more they got closer, the more it entered each of the brothers who followed him on the offensive. His master's hatred and anger was monumental, he could feel it, his own anger seemed to increase the closer he got to Vader and he could see the same could be applied to his brothers and sisters. Suddenly, the gates buckled as if they were paper, with just a gesture with his hand, he destroyed the entrance to the small town and the guards who were trying to close it, they barely managed to scream before the death of their mortal bodies, being pierced and impaled by the broken wood. His smile never stopped growing, he had heard the rumors of many of the freed brothers and sisters who witnessed the fury of his lord in person. How he manipulated the air with magic without having any horns, how he smashed his enemies with a strength and fury that could rival 100 minotaurs, how he advanced with a speed that would put Rainbow Dash to shame. Now he had no doubt, he would never question the capabilities of his master again, after witnessing first hand, he could confirm, nothing else would stop them with the guiding hand of such a being. His master who walked all that time surprised him again, when the army was already beside Vader, he gave a dash forward, when stepping on the ground a huge percentage of the rocks in his heel were thrown back and he almost disappeared in absurd speed, smashing the line of ponies that had formed at the entrance in a futile attempt to stop Vader's furious legion. They flew in all directions, while the few who managed to keep their ground were cut down by the Sith Lord with his sword, it's red bright light looked like that contained the red glow of the stars. But he could no longer contain his sights to his Lord, who was already well above the lines and tearing apart the groups of the remaining Crystal Guards. Even with his master already at a distance devastating entire battalions, the hatred and rage he emanated of him only grew more even with him fast distancing himself, he infected the entire army with it, all of them screamed and attacked the enemy lines like demons, being moved by a rage and hatred that was not theirs but that infected them like a virus. All the hatred they held for years of servitude and ill-treatment, all the memories and past experiences, came back like a bullet train hitting them at high speed. Their thoughts were already in places they shouldn't have been, the Major no longer cared about leading his men, as they no longer cared about the organization of the lines, they were just with a thought in mind, their orders. KILL THEM ALL. He didn't think straight anymore, he was almost deaf with the roars of his own brothers, and like them, he attacked like a rabid dog, the baptism of fire of Vader's legion was more different and brutal than anything that had happened in Equestrian history. The Crystal Guards were terrified of the brutality and savagery of the human attack, it took five ponies to take down a single human at that state, and the ones behind trampled the body's as if it was just soil to be crossed, when the weapons of some failed, they fought and ripped apart their enemies with their own hands. The lines of the already demoralized Crystal guards broke, and the legions of the god of anger flooded the city, many seemed to have even gained a reddish color due to the amount of blood that ran down their armor making their appearance even more terrifying. They didn't distinguish between guard and civilian, they just cut down anyone in their way. The Major was running down a street next to a contingent that had come the same way, the people in front of him had no armor, just colored clothes fit to aristocracy, some carrying products and goods or walking together. But they didn't see civilians, they just saw easier targets. The panic screams were sunk in the roar of hatred of the white demons that beheaded, impaled and shot anyone in front of them. Ponies ran in all directions, some trying to escape to their homes only to be killed, others futilely tried to fight back with their spells or fists, and those with wings tried to fly away, some were caught by musket fire, but most managed to escape. The Major after impaling another pony, he threw the body into a window in one of the houses next to him, turning back to the street while wiping his sword in his hand, he looked for more targets. "AHHHHH! DADDY HELP!" He looked again at the broken window where he heard the cry of despair, target acquired. Marching to the door, he could hear hurried footsteps on a wooden floor, with a powerful blow with his sword he would cut a part of the door, making a hole, then he then gave another blow opening it further. Then he then sticked his hand in the huge crack and look for the doorknob location, more screams could be heard in the background and some barely legible voices. "DADDY! A MONSTER IS TRYING TO OPEN THE DOOR!! I AM SCARED!" He felt the door handle, and by feeling a little more, he could feel the lock, but without a key, he tried furiously to open the door by moving the handle on the inside, but without success. "D-don't worry s-swettie, n-nothing will happen to you, d-daddy is here for you." Getting furious at the handle that wouldn't open in any way, he pulled his hand out of the hole, and walked away from the door, preparing to try to break it open. "H-he is g-gone....?" Charging with a roar using his shoulder as a ramming ramp, he struck with everything he had on the door, splitting it in half together with a thin female scream. Looking around, he saw that he was at the entrance to a luxurious house, removing the rubble from his shoulders, he noticed in the corner of the room, three figures, two female and one male, two adults and a foal. Slowly he walked towards them, his steps making the whole family tremble, he dragged his sword on the ground, cutting the thin wood and forming a path, he gasped as he gritted his bloodthirsty teeth under his helmet. "STOP!" He stopped at the sudden desperate plea, he slowly passed his display to the source of the voice, the now standing adult male, he had an expression of despair, sweat sliding down his breathless face. "P-p-please! M-m-mercy, p-p-please!" Under his helmet, he just gritted his teeth even more, the audacity to ask for pity after so much pain that his species inflicted humanity, he does not deserve pity, he does not deserve redemption. The Major took another step, this caused an immediate reaction from the stallion, who clasped his hands together tightly as a sign of pity. "P-please! J-just S-spare o-our d-daughter! S-SHE D-DOESN'T D-DESERVE THIS!" That caused Vader's soldier to pause again, his daughter? He looked again at the two females, noting the girl's desperate expression, the messy makeup and the tear marks that passed from her eyes and all over her face. She was terrified. She was afraid of him. Passing his vizor to his hand, he started reflect on the blood that flowed through his fingers, the blood that was not his, the blood that followed him in all the trail he left. Did she deserve this...? Parents' sins shouldn't be the fault of their offspring... But.... Their sins will be replicated by her in the future by their teachings..... Wouldn't? But a voice in his head told him that this was a line that he should not cross, that it was abominable, that he was already crossing all the possible limits. He relaxed his arms, and an ounce of hope appeared on their faces. 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋 Vader's voice hits in his head. But he couldn't possibly mean the death of even the children....? 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋 But that was barbaric! He understood the death of adults for all their abuse, adultery and inhuman treatment, but childr- 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋 He may be a god, but that doesn't give him the right to- 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 Even his rational side screaming as much as possible was all in vain, his hatred, the anger all influenced by that of the sith god had completely overwhelmed him. If the god of anger wanted blood, he would have blood. With his new vigor and strength that he didn't even thought he had, he gave a new battle cry and raised his sword to the now completely surprised stallion, making a powerful cut in the pony's chest making him scream in pain. "DADDY!" Even with the surprise attack, the pony regained its balance and extending its hand to the side and feeling without taking its gaze from the white demon in front of it. He took a plate from the table beside him and hit it with everything he had in the face of the human, breaking the plate on impact, which would make him let out a grunt of pain and stagger backwards. He quickly turned back to his family. "STAR! TAKE ROPE AND RUN!" Before she could respond or react in any way, a sword came out of Stallion's belly, who screamed in pain. The Major only looked at the pony by his vizor with disgust, and kicked him forward to remove the sword from his back, causing his now lifeless body to fall in front of his wife and daughter. He passed his gaze to the two who scream with tears of despair as he approached them both with his sword dripping the blood of their family member. "No mercy...." The major's muffled hateful voice came out of his helmet. The Battle of Coldwick, or as it would be remembered in the future,the Coldwick Massacre was the first official battle between humans and ponies, and was Vader's reveal for all Equestria, the brutality and bloodlust of the troops combined with Vader's power and influence with his dark aura would make rumors of this 'god' spread all over the world. The Empire of Humanity had revealed itself, The Human Revolution had begun. The Dark Madness: It is a temporary side effect in the slave army in their fight for the 'God of Anger', The Coldwick massacre was the first instance of reports of such an occurrence. Subject to exposure, they are observed to lose all their senses and common sense. They are overcome by an unstoppable rage and fury where the human goes through hallucinations and an abundant production of adrenaline in his body. It has been observed by survivors that humans who have suffered from Dark Madness begin to see each and every pony as the embodiment of what they hate most, in most cases they can see their former owners that they have created unimaginable hatred or something that has caused a lot of pain and suffering in the past. When seized by this temporary mental instability makes them a completely frightening and considered 'unstoppable' force, even though it is clearly possible to kill a human suffering from this disease, they completely ignore the pain and attack with a fervor practically never seen before even for dragons. They would no longer value their own lives, doing everything in the most barbaric ways possible to slaughter everything and everyone in front of them, their bloodlust could break even the most hardened warriors. It is not yet known how to create a possible cure for such an occurrence, but it was observed that cases like these only occur when their 'God' is present in the battle, it was theorized that somehow he could influence the minds of his soldiers with black magic never before seen. It is recommended to capture slaves who have this 'mentality' (if possible) for dissection in an attempt to better understand its nature