One thousand years ago...
Midnight rushed into her room, her dark purple mane was in a mess and her white coat and horn had spots that were caked in fresh and dried blood. Her tail was cut short due to her struggle to get away from IT. Her rosey eyes were as small as pinpricks in fear and despair of these recent horrifiying events.
She slammed the door behind her and slid down its old Everfree oak as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks as she choked in a breath. "Everypony is dead, the ritual failed and the Master has gone insane because of the flowing Stigma and I am about to die..." She thought to herself as she heard slow hoofsteps from the other side of the door; big and heavy hoofsteps.
She shuddered at the sound of metal being dragged across the wooden floor outside her room, meaning her meeting with Death is imminent. She could almost see the inviting cloak of him around her in the darkness. The young mare trotted her way over to her desk where she pulled out a camera from her cupboard and held it up with her magic. She saw what took the Master's mind and she heard ITs voice. She saw what other ponies didn't see around the manor, she saw the Benevolent and the Demonic, the Remember and Forgotten. She could always see their ethereal forms whenever she went to local cemeteries or the shrine out back. She had put them to eternal peace and helped them move on but that wouldn't help her now. She had to purify this manor before it will remain in eternal fixation of despair. "I must do it, I must do it!"
Midnight placed the camera in her hooves as the door opened with such a force that it came out of its hinges. At the ruined doorway was an old stallion unicorn that wore white robes that was covered in fresh and dried blood. A giant cleaver floated next to him, soaked in blood of his victims. His face was concealed by a dark demonic mask that hid his features and some of his horn. The stallion began to move towards Midnight as she began to raise the camera to him to take a snapshot.
Midnight saw the demonic spirit behind him, taking a hold of his mind. The form was horrifying that she didn't want to describe its demonic characteristics, only that it seemed to come from the seat of the Underworld itself. She began to move in for the purification, only to see that the stallion had raised the cleaver and swung it to meet her neck. She closed her eyes and felt the swift death meet her, only to hear the click of the camera in the last moments of her living life.