“You were a fool, Prince Blueblood. You may have nicked me with that swordsmanship of yours, but in terms of overall power, you never stood a chance. Rest where you lie, and may the maggots shit in your eye sockets.” With my rant over, I sheathed my rapier into the magical black sheath around my waist. I then slid my robe over my shoulders, sighing as the dirty fabric held splotches of blood over its surface.
Blueblood laid on the ground, a crimson puddle running from under his body. His face was down, and he had reverted back to a pony.
The fight was quick, and he actually thought his swordsmanship was better than mine. A foolish train of thought, really, and it showed. No one is more dexterous than I when it comes to swordplay, especially when I get serious.
I snorted in annoyance at the dead royal before kicking some dirt at the corpse and walking off towards the hole in my castle.
During this walk, I found myself thanking my father briefly for creating Monochrome. He was, as he had told me, the embodiment of my latent power and memories. My calling was Lightning, all colors as a matter of fact. Each color has different abilities that keep my opponents wary of all my attacks.
Topaz- Peerless Precision
Amethyst- Corrosive at Point of Contact
Ruby- Ridiculous Knockback Strength and Destructive Capabilities
Obsidian- Soul and Magic Devouring
Couple that with my ability in swordplay, plus my Draconic strength and intelligence...
“I’m going to skullfuck every single pony I come across. No one invades my castle, my inheritance, my fucking kingdom, and gets away with it,” I hissed in abounding distaste and anger, cracking the stone beneath my feet as I practically stomped my way through the castle. The talons on my feet cut into the expensive insole, but I couldn’t really care less seeing as how my entire kingdom is being invaded...
...All to get Spike...
“That motherfucker owes me an explanation for this shit. And I WILL have it.”
I wasn’t tired, but I leaned against one of the brown doors in the hallway regardless. I felt so alone, so desolate, so...betrayed. At this, I gave a short growl of fury and blasted a hole through the door with my bare fist. My eyes narrowed and my hand came across my eyes, wiping them of tears as I took a deep exhale to calm myself.
“You promised, Luna. You fucking promised me,” I breathed out before snarling. I now knew that no one was going to accept me for what I was, a regular dragon with the ability to use magic because he was the bastard offspring of two dimension-hopping powerhouses! Equestria made it clear that it didn’t want Spike the Dragon...
...It wanted Spike the Monster...
“Well then...I say ‘fuck it’. The nutcases want a fucking monster, then I guess they’ll get one. Vorvin, we’re fusing together, and you better not be holding anything back.”
“Finally decided to stop being this world’s personal cocksleeve, huh? I’m not against it, in fact I’m all for it; but, I just gotta ask this. Are you sure you’re alright with becoming a monster? Once it happens, there’ll be no going back. Are you willing to throw away any chance for re-assimilation, to belong to this world again?”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Vorvin, but I have nothing to call my own here. Luna has betrayed everything we worked so hard for, and Celestia has me backed into a corner. Normally, she would never be this ruthless in trying to get rid of Equestria’s enemies, which only brings more questions about this whole predicament into play. One thing’s for certain, however, and that’s the fact that she fears what I can do, or rather, what I have the potential to become.”
“Once you take on me, Vorlianth’s Inheritance, there won’t be a chance to revert. I’m serious. Crazy shit’s going to happen once you say yes, and it’s only going to keep getting crazy.”
“Then let bedlam come,” I hissed mentally. “I welcome you, my father and mother’s inheritance, and whatever anarchy follows my ascension into higher power with all my heart! This world; these insignificant figures, will all burn in my wrath. Equestria just made an enemy, one with a cunning mind and god-like magical potential and strength. I will destroy all my foes in due time.”
“Heh, your father would be proud...now, say with your heart that you accept this path of darkness. You will never know love, only lust. You will never know happiness, only wrath. You will never know content, only greed. You will never know humility, only pride. You will never know satisfaction, only jealousy and gluttony. And you will never know the pacing of the world, only your time, only sloth. You will know not righteousness, but sins everlasting, and the only atonement for this would be the vindication of your mother’s inheritance! Is this the life you want, Spike the Draconian!?”
It was here that I felt the air grow cold as my head slowly rose from looking at the ground. The wind picked up, and my body generated a heat that I swore was going to have me melt through the fucking floor any minute. “I ascend, and through my ascension, I bring destruction. I bring death, war, famine, and sickness. I become Spike: The Apocalypse.”
“Coi ui authot.”
My body was surrounded by dark-green flames that crashed through the floors and ceilings above me. I watched in awe as my armor was melted off, with a black combat vest with lime-green trim and purple buttons taking its place instead. A purple, curving, tribal-looking ‘S’ was planted on the right side, directly on my pectoral. A dark-mahogany colored hiking belt, with two bags attached to it, sat around my waist. Black, fingerless gloves with a rectangular patch cut into the back near the wrist appeared on my hands through swirling black flames.
I flexed my hands, trying to feel the clothes against my scales, but I could not. The sensation of emerging clothes did not stop there, and I soon felt myself looking down at a pair of dark-grey pants that had bottom of the legs tucked into dark-purple and dark-green, high-rise combat boots with holes at the front of them. The front and underside was dark-green, while the actual body of the boot itself was purple. The lace grid and two strips on the side were the only black parts.
On my left leg, some ways up from the knee, was another pouch that was connected via a dark-mahogany band with gold clip. The bags on my waist-belt, however, were only to be fastened with gold buttons.
The sensation of change left only when I felt my spikes tingle and grow out, feeling them become razor-sharp weapons of death. I placed my hand on top of my head and swept it back, feeling the jagged tips as confirmation to my hypothesis. I now had a mohawk of spikes, the only difference being that they were more jagged.
Lowering my arm, my eyes found purchase and widened at the enhanced musculature of the entire appendage. I looked strong enough to rip a pony clean in half using half my strength...without magic. I took a deep breath, enjoying the edgy look to my new body, and then grinned like a madman as the pillar of fire shot back down from wherever it was trying to reach and settled on burning around me.
I gave a short laugh as I lit my hands in green fire, before closing them into fists tightly and snuffing the flame, hearing the tough fabric they were made out of stretch. “Now this is something I can get used to. Definitely feel a lot stronger, too!”
I looked behind me as a thought popped into my head. With a smile on my face in hope, I quickly beheld...nothing.
“Still no wings! Blast,” I thought angrily and stomped my foot as well. I was pretty surprised when my leg went straight through the cobblestone as if it were paper. Shaking myself of the stupefied look I was sure I was radiating, I placed both my hands flat onto the ground and pushed myself out from the ground.
This, of course, sent me flying into the ceiling. My back thudded into the stone, causing the entire fucking thing to tumble down on top of me. I felt no pain from it, of course, but having to get out of the rubble was a pain in the ass.
“I just want to leave and skullfuck a pony~! Can’t a Draconian catch a fucking break around here!?”
“Not until you tell me why my kingdom is being invaded.” Dameion’s voice caused me to turn around and behold him. His face and tone was emotionless, and his eyes radiated a permanent form of bemusement.
“Eh. Luna’s sister, Princess Celestia, thinks I’m going to destroy her nation’s capital city.” I waved him off and attempted to climb on top of a rock. I had little success with my endeavor, seeing as how the massive rock slab splintered and cracked under my force. I really was too strong.
“And you thought it best to hide such information from me, your only friend? Disrespectful as that may be, I’m sure there are more pressing matters to attend to now, right,” Dameion asked rhetorically as he unsheathed an all black rapier from an all black sheath on his waist.
“Looks like I wasn’t the only one who upgraded...”
“Ruby Lightning: Ray.” His sentence was simple sounding as he pointed his sword towards the miles of rock ahead of us. Needless to say, my surprise was vocalized when a large bolt of red lightning completely incinerated and exploded the cobblestone and wall thirty feet ahead of us. The bolt of lightning screamed like a mare in trouble...literally.
“Shit! That was cool,” I exclaimed in awe. Dameion merely humphed and jumped down from the rock he was standing on, landing next to me before jerking his head towards the recently opened wall.
“I have an army to kill. Your assistance is welcomed, but it is not necessary.” Dameion’s response was cold...well, colder than usual. It didn’t bother me too much, but I still felt a little angry at how he blew over the notion of my aid. Still, then anger was fleeting like chaff on the wind, and I quickly found myself walking alongside the anthro dra-
“Wait. His magic feels exactly like mine, but its more...skilled...concentrated even. I’m finding it hard to believe that this is the same Dameion from earlier, seeing as how he’s not as impulsive or distinctive with his actions. He’s more laid back, and seems to take everything in stride. He’s definitely changed alright.”
“That pillar of fire you summoned burned a hole all the way through the castle. Nice to know that you can cause untold amounts of destruction without feeling the backlash. I guess that means fatigue is no object for you,” Dameion snarked emotionlessly, letting me know he was still pissed about that transformative fire. We had been walking so briskly that the end of the hallway, and the door thereof, was about ten steps away from us. “Unfortunately, I don’t have that type of raw power. I think that amount is unattainable for me, no matter how long I train and perfect my abilities.”
We went through the doors together and continued to walk towards the sounds of battle in the distance. His face was static, unchanging, fearless. Dameion’s obviously been in these do or die situations before, and he seems ready to destroy anything that gets in his way.
Personally, I really couldn’t give a damn what happens now. The love I thought real was shown to be otherwise, and the lapdogs, the Elements of Harmony, have been led here to experience something no one ever should. That something would be war, or in this case, a siege. Regardless, I don’t really see a downside to my current predicament now that I had Dameion with me.
Anything that threatens us will be shown how unwise that is.
“So what’s the plan, Dameion? We’re just gonna go fuck up anything that’s walking on four legs?”
“Exactly. Once this is accomplished, I will see to a public execution of their leader.” After he said this, I stopped walking.
“I don’t know about that, Dameion. Princess Celestia controls the Sun itself. Plus, she hasn’t really been herself, based on her actions,” I explained, making Dameion stop and look at me with a raised eyebrow. “Huh, so he does have emotions.”
“Explain yourself. You make it sound as if you know this wench personally, Spike.” I could tell he was not in the mood for games whatsoever, and his voice had underlying tones of anger and caution.
“Well, she was there when I was hatched from my egg, and she helped Twilight raise me when she was a foal herself,” I explained, continuing down one of the many hills that leads to Zistral’s boundaries. Dameion’s soft crunches was heard again, so I knew he was following me this time.
“And who is this, Twilight? You haven’t mention her...matter of fact...you haven’t mentioned your predicament at all, now that I have a chance to ponder it. I understand- for the most part -that Celestia wants you dead to prevent her capital from being destroyed. I can assume, then, that she’s been chasing you for quite some time.” The hill ended just as Dameion’s statement did, and we were now following a dirt road somewhere near the scene of chaos.
“So,” I responded with a question.
“So, Spike, I wish to know your viewpoint on this. WE are colleagues in this, no one else. Zerris and Artemis are out fighting somewhere; these ‘Elements of Harmony’ are probably doing the same, your girlfriend is-”
“Luna is no longer my love interest. She, just like the Elements, has wronged me. To think that a being over a thousand years in age is still so deceivable! It’s a wonder how Discord hasn’t resurrected his kingdom again,” I ranted in sudden, seething, anger. Dameion seemed to not be bothered by my hot-headed reply, making me relax. If that would’ve been the previous Dameion, I’m pretty sure he would’ve swung that rapier at his waist.
“Ah, the Great Deceiver. The Harlequin of Bedlam, and the Devour of Reason. Discord Anarchy Draconis: the God of Disharmony and Chaos. We have a tale about him written within the confines of the castle...which is currently in pieces due to Prince Blueballs...but nevertheless, there are tales about him and his destructive capabilities. Interestingly enough, it is said that the Great Deceiver implanted a seed of darkness within the Sun, allowing its light to take on a more...sinister side.” Dameion’s explanation caused me to stumble.
“Then you’re saying, and please correct me if I’m wrong, that Discord implanted a seed of madness within the Sun. Princess Celestia controls the Sun! This just got a lot worse, somehow, and I now I believe Princess Celestia to be under control of this seed,” I exclaimed before taking off towards the town with Dameion close behind.
As I ran, I became mindful of two things.
One: I needed a way to kill Celestia’s seed.
And Two: I need to find my mother’s inheritance soon. I think this whole fiasco is part of the weird shit category Vorvin was talking about. Well, I was talking about now.
But, the main problem is that these problems go hand in hand with one another. Something tells me I’m not gonna like these next few moments.