The wind caressed his scales as he walked through the Everfree Forest. He had left Canterlot Castle a few minutes ago to train, he was bored and had nothing better to do. The darkness around the tall trees that looked intimidating covered most of the sky with the help of the leaves.
He moved his left and right leg forward, trying to reach the location he would be training in. In his right claw was a sword that was made from angelic metal, the blade was blood—red coloured, the grip of the sword was metal and had carved in stems of flowers on it. His front and back area had nice muscles showing that he trained often.
He breathed in and out, calming his nerves as he walked past the trees of the Everfree Forest. His face contained no emotion, completely set on getting to his location.
The leaves under his feet were crunching, the grass was wet and muddy. Spike would clean himself later, right now, he needed to lose some steam. He has contained his emotions for far too long, it has made him explosively angry as of late. He has not seen a flicker of Twilight or her useless friends.
Ahead of Spike, a few hundred feet away was the training area. The place was circular and had many trees, it was also a dead-end if you were running from the Timberwolves or other creatures of the Everfree. To his left and right were trees and other places of the Everfree that he has explored.
Spike walked past two trees from his left and right and was getting closer to his location, his sword was dangling as he walked closer to the training area, the darkness around his scales was enveloping him, it was getting closer to taking him over, he was getting closer to becoming a demon...
Spike grinned sadistically, he had no problems about turning into a demon. He was more than happy to become one, but he felt something inside of his body trying to stop it. It was like his mind was trying to stop the evil from covering him from head to toe. Spike walked past a tree to his left and he spun with both of his claws firmly on the sword and cut the tree in half.
The tree fell to the ground, making some rabbits that had been in the area run away from the sudden events.
Spike looked at the fallen tree and scoffed. He turned towards the training area and he started walking once again. He wasn’t grinning anymore, he was smiling like a mad demon. It wasn’t a pleasant sight to see, his mouth stretched from ear to ear.
His left claw was clenched into a fist, his right claw was still holding the sword. Suddenly, he fell to the ground because his whole body was burning. He let out a painful demonic scream, he dropped the sword, his claws were hugging him to comfort him. He felt as though his scales would get ripped off from him. A pool of darkness envelopes him, his withering and rolling around on the muddy, wet ground did not cease.
He could not contain his screaming even if he wanted to, the burning sensation on his scales was too much.
Suddenly, it stopped but he did not feel like himself. Slowly, he got up from the ground. He looked at his scales. They were black. Coal-black. Spike looked to where his sword had landed and picked it up. Suddenly, he felt like laughing. He did...
That night, every pony in Ponyville heard the demonic, evil laughed come from the Everfree.