//------------------------------// // Perfection Prince // Story: This Will Destroy You // by Maneiac //------------------------------// I never miss. If you did not get hit, chances are, I was not aiming for you. - Prince Dameion ----D---- I was tempted to entertain Celestia something horrible, but with a great victory over my desire, I overcame the notion. Still, it left me grimacing, on top of this spire of glassed marble and gold. Should I have need to see her again, I knew Celestia laid merely a flip over this edge of roofing. This was her tower, after all. I sighed, enjoying the warmth of the setting sun, which was only overshadowed by the sparkling countryside leading to a town of sorts. In any case, I found myself wishing for company again. These wants of mine were getting out of hand, so I promptly sat down, hoping the action to be enough in solidifying my dominance over the rampant lust of companionship. Even so, as I rested a forearm over my knee and found myself staring up at the sky, my mind decided to plague me with that Godforsaken image of my past. The hill, on a cool spring night, did nothing to alleviate my distaste. I knew this was the last time I had enjoyed the company of Zerris and Artemis, before disappearing for a thousand years. I knew not what happened in that thousand year difference, and quite frankly, it upset me. One thousand years is no small amount of time, and should you ever happen to vacate a world for that long, you will come to the realization that the world does, indeed, go on without you. Your station does not matter, nor does the amount of importance you held to the world. “Maybe they kept record in the Zistral Castle, but it’s much too late for that know. The first place we visited when we came back here was the Crystal Kingdom, and even as Spike stole the Crystal Heart from the recesses of the Crystal Catacombs; I couldn’t help but notice the homesickness welling up inside me.” I sighed again and decided to lay down upon my back, using my arms as a makeshift pillow. “And so, I stole away to my homestead and noticed how most of Zistral escaped utter destruction. Hell, there were even some Anthros roaming around, fixing homesteads and stalls and whatnot. My kingdom stands, on its last legs maybe, but nevertheless, it’s still standing.” “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I had grown so used to hearing how females screamed from the Apocalyptic Pleasure King’s caresses, that I merely tuned out what was sure to be the loudest orgasm I’ve ever heard. Trivial matters like copulation are unimportant to me, and Spike has expressed in quite rude ways that I need to “get laid”. “Honestly; I couldn’t be bothered any less by that Draconian,” I thought with disdain, which is actually how I think of everyone these days. Mortals are so easy to manipulate with their desires, and that makes them weak. I am the polar opposite of weak. I’ve spent so long, honing and sharpening my power, that to call me weak is to insult my being. Being weak, cost me a wing. Being weak, cost me a kingdom. Being weak, cost me my best friends. There is no doubt in my mind that weakness and timidity lead to utter destruction, especially in a world where fierce Draconian Kings, Queens, and their Knights, vie for the fortune of God-King Fafnir. I snarled at the thought of that lowborn scum, Maxxis Murdok. He tore off my wing and beat me senseless with the scaled appendage. I thought back to how I failed to deter Fei-Kuu from killing Valara, and how I was tossed around by the Demon Lord Lucian. All of this happened because I was weak, because I hadn’t time to improve myself and fight on equal ground! But now, there is no equal ground. There is only death for those who oppose me and my clique. As Spike remains the face upon the flag, I represent the black background. I am silent, and I am absolute. In the midst of my recollection and thoughts, I noticed something black shooting past me. The speed at which it was moving was too fast for me to recognize its shape, but the massive wings were a good enough indication. “Terran Nellis actually decided to show himself? Most curious.” I stood up and dusted myself off before jumping off the roof and entering a free fall. The ground was roughly two-hundred feet away from me, and I knew impact was going to be night instant. Even so, I continued to chase the Mad King. Terran had already reached the bottom, where brown clouds drifted about lazily from some sort of explosion I must’ve tuned out with the orgasmic shout from earlier. Nevertheless, I could still see his signature Anti-Magic Muffler Scarf. Three flasks came up from around him, and surrounded what I discerned to be the members of BABS. Sunset Shimmer was wrapped up in her wings, not feeling the impact at all. “Those wings could take a half-powered punch from Spike. These small-ass Marfedelom Flasks would only scratch them.” I frowned as I caught the familiar German accent of the Mad King. “HEIL...” I tuned the rest out as I lifted a finger and shot four bolts of Topaz Lightning from the tip. The first three flew straight and struck true to the flasks, destroying any potential souls within their confines and rendering them virtually harmless. I did not cover my eyes as the surrounding area became like the inside of a light bulb, but instead drew forth my sword with my other hand and front flipped into a flying dragon kick. To make sure the cur felt it, I charged my foot with Ruby Lightning for added force and power. Slamming the foot into the back of his head, my momentum carried him off his cocksure pose and gave him a mouthful of dirt. Of course, the cracking of the ground was natural. And as I pushed his face into the dirt, I looked upon the surprised faces of BABS and, quite surprisingly, Sunset Shimmer. “You weak harlots barely stalled this cretin from getting here. I am ashamed to be on the same side as you all,” I droned, feeling Terran writhe under my heel in a vain effort to achieve freedom. Sunset raised her draconic head, still resembling a pony. “Erg. He has...this place littered...with Marfedelom Flasks. Don’t...take him...lightly.” “Silence, you cur. Eat dirt like my adversary and pass out,” I barked, watching as Sunset collapsed after a few more seconds of struggling. The members of BABS have already passed out as well, leaving me to deal with Terran Nellis by myse- Widening my eyes, I jumped back on pure instinct. From the ground came a Marfedelom Flask the size of a grapefruit, which I zapped with a bolt of yellow lighting. It exploded in a flash of bright, white light; making me hold up an arm to see through it. My face was suddenly assaulted with a flurry of punches that sent me flying backwards. Shooting lightning out of the wing-hole in my back, I flipped myself in the air and landed on my feet, still sliding backwards and kicking up dust as I applied pressure to the hand I was using to aid in stopping myself. Of course, Terran saw fit to continue his assault unabated. Still sliding backwards, I narrowly avoided a roundhouse from the Mad King who had appeared in my vision instantly, ducking the kick while pushing off the ground with my hand and feet. I used the momentum to ram him with my lowered shoulder, hearing the wind leave his lungs as I charged red lightning into my shoulder and shot it into his chest. The crack of thunder was one that made me smile as Terran went flying. Landing on my feet while drawing my sword, I angled it at Terran while scouting his next move. “Annoying DUNKOV,” He roared in fury. “I know not of what you just called me, but it sounded of a disrespectful disposition. I do not handle disrespect well.” I took three swings in the air towards him, watching the Mad King grit his teeth and cement his legs into the earth. “I have Flasks everyvere! You vill die horribly if you charge me!” I narrowed my eyes, and then noticed a form behind the Mad King. A familiar form. “You’ve already lost, Mad King Terran Nellis,” I sheathed my sword, turned away, and walked away. “DON’T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME, ARSCHLOCH! I AM-” I turned around and smiled, pointing a finger at him. “You are already dead.” The purple hands came together in a loud clap, squishing the head of Terran Nellis like a rotten, bronze-colored squash. His brain matter exploded outwards as a red and grey fountain, reaching high into the sky as a blast of wind caused all the flora in the colorful Royal Gardens to release their white pollen. The whole scene was poetic, yet gruesome. As the headless body fell forwards languidly; first onto the knees, and then forward again so that its rump was in the air, Spike decided to wipe his hands together. “Yeesh. I hate doing that to people,” He remarked with a pained wince, rubbing the back of his head after making sure all the brain and blood was gone. I snorted in mild amusement, walking up to my partner to do what was customary during victory. It was a silly ritual, the ‘Cool-Guy High-Five’. The entire motion was just me walking up, extending my arm so that my hand was over head, and then walking it right into Spike’s hand which was doing the same thing. The dull clap resounded, and we promptly bumped fist at chest level. “You took too long, Spike Vorvin. I was getting ready to shut him down completely,” I said with an analytical glance at his black gloves. I pointed at the articles of magical clothing. “Those were cleaned, right?” He rubbed the back of his head, nauseating me a little bit. “As they’ll get, Dameion,” Spike resonded sheepishly, before hardening his face and pointing his finger at the headless body of Terran Nellis. “This motherfucker had some cojones to come and fight us. It’s good I pooped on him though, before he activated the M.M.F!” I sighed in annoyance. “Must you use such crass terms? Have some class once in a while, you barbaric simpleton.” Spike frowned with a smile, his temple vein throbbing like like an erratic heart. “Some of us,” He spoke softly, “can’t have a stick up their ass all the time, Dameion. But I’ll try it for a day, and see if I come back any different.” “...Feh. I hardly see the humor in that. Regardless, I’m giving his Anti-Magic Muffler Scarf to you. I don’t need such trinkets to be successful on the battlefield.” I gave him a dismissive wave and walked towards the doors that opened up into the castle, leaving Spike alone with the dead body of Terran Nellis. “I think I’m ready for that chat with Celestia.”