//------------------------------// // Chappie 9 // Story: Confession of a Soul Mage // by SoothingCoffee //------------------------------// Breakfast. It was in that point in life, wherein everything just tried to simply fuck you over, that you began to appreciate the little things in life. Namely, having breakfast, to fulfill that strange hunger you only feel in the morning. The one that makes you want to strangle and grill a puppy. That aside, I thankfully didn’t wake with a headache or pain of any sort, how grand was that! If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought I’m immune to any suicide-inducing headache by now! Hay Due, my favorite and temporarily-loyal butler stepped by my side, leading me to where I shall eat that glorious breakfast. “What’s there for breakfast?” I drawled. He shrugged that elegant looking shrug, which actually was not. “I don’t know, sir. I’m a butler, not a chef, but I’d guess today would be either waffle, or pancake,” At that, Nero, my slightly obese, yet not-obese familiar perked up like a woman receiving her daily intake of Heroine. “There’s waffle?” I rolled my eyes, petting my shoulder-riding familiar. “Calm down, Nero,” She jumped, her face tilted to mine with that intensity I’d rarely see in my familiar. “But waffle!” “Yes, I know, and there’s pancake as well,” I gave the startled Hay Due a look, and he continued to straightened his suit. “It’s a rather well known fact that Pancakes and Waffles give the consumer the power to go through the morning, regardless of how unhealthy, and diabetic it is,” She grumbled in response, slumping her body back to my shoulder. “It’s not like I’m going to eat dozens of them,” she muttered. “It’s not like I’m that fat,” I chuckled in response, and somehow chuckling makes me feel old. “You will if you’re doing less walking, and more shoulder-riding,” She batted her paw at my face playfully. “And you can’t do anything about it,” I smiled, rubbing that spot behind her ear like a very hungry slut. “I could, but I wouldn’t.” I admitted. “You’re a cat, after all, not a dog,” “Still, waffle...” she whined. I sighed, the smile on my face twitched a bit. “Yes, Nero, you’ll get you waffle,” Ruby, I noted, looked utterly confused and slightly miffed like an ignored puppy as she glared at me, or rather, pout at me. “What were you talking about?” I blinked, petting her head reflexively. “About breakfast. Why?” “Oh.” She looked awkward at that, looking away from my raised brow. “Nothing,” she shrugged awkwardly, not shying away from my superior head-rubbing. Idly, I thought I must be looking like the elder god himself decided to shove his ass up to Hay Due’s face. Hand stretched out, rubbing the empty space in front of me like some sort of a delusional lunatic after talking to his cat. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, he didn’t bat an eye at it, and continued to lead me to, hopefully, the dining room. Our awkward silent-walk was broken by the one and only butler. “How are you, sir?” He asked, a flash of worry made it known to the world. “I’m fine,” I drawled simply. “Are you sure, sir?” He hesitantly inquired. “You were bleeding from your orifices yesterday. Made the madam and my sister to worry,” I raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re not?” He shrugged flippantly. “It’s in the job requirement,” he answered dryly, ending the conversation he himself began. Well, not cryptically, since his answer was pretty clear by itself, and only a dick-brained idiot would think otherwise. It didn’t take long before I was in the dining room. I looked around. Celestia, and who I thought as Luna, a blue alicorn with night-like mane, and a crescent moon on her flanks. Celestia gave me that familiar smile of hers as my eyes caught hers, while Luna gave me a tired look, and slightly... nervous, before looking away and stared at her empty plate. “How was your night, Psyche?” Celestia asked as I walked my way to the sit across the princesses. I shrugged, taking a sit across her. “It’s alright,” Nero hopped up to the large table from my shoulder, resting comfortably on it all the while keeping her sharp eyes on me. “There’s a weird dream, but it’s fine nonetheless.” Celestia quirked an eyebrow, while Luna, for some reason unknown, began to smile nervously, and by the slight twitch of Celestia’s ear, it seemed that she noticed it as well. “R-really?” The not-mute Luna stuttered out. “What didst thou dream of?” Ruby, apparently, decided pick the part of a clingy sis—companion as she kept on hugging me all the night and presumably the rest of the day as well. Her ethereal and small body twisted, and turned until she was hugging me snuggly once more, her head turned slightly showing a slightly pouty glare as she regarded the two princesses, or to be more exact, at Celestia. Not that the princess knew. “It was fun,” I answered truthfully, shrugging my shoulders. It’s a nice change from having the same boring nightmares, of how I would drown into the sea of blood, of madness, where my deepest of desire consumed myself until I break, die, or achieved it; regardless of the things I would do. It starts to get repetitive having the same dreams over and over again all the while hoping the next time would be different. Insanity, really, is such a weird concept. The moon princess eyes flashed in confusion, before it was quickly vanished as her smile grew relieved. “We see,” Celestia’s ear twitched in response. “Yes, that’s good to hear,” she nodded her head in agreement. I hummed in agreement, and as if on cue, the door on the side of the room opened as servants-wearing-uniform pouring into the room, balancing trays of food by their backs. With the agility and flexibility of a trained sex slave, they began to set up the trays onto the table, shoving me with the view of their plump asscheeks. I swore one of the maids gave me a flushed look. Both of the princesses smiled at the servants, giving them a nod of thanks as they marched out of the room. A movement from Nero caught my attention as her eyes darted to one particular plate: Roasted fish, carp to be exact, and by the look of it, cooked with only a small sprinkle of salt—not the most talented cook, it seemed. I looked up at Celestia with a raised eyebrow, who only nodded at my look. “It’s usually served for the Gryphon’s ambassador,” she answered with a shrug. “And sometimes to feed the little ones in the garden, like cats for example. Or you, for another matter,” she added as an afterthought. I snorted, pulling the plate from the centre of the table—ignoring the odd disappointed look from Luna— and pushed in to Nero. She needed it more than I do, after all. She looked at me for a moment, giving me that questioning look, in which I replied with another look. My familiar shrugged, and began to dig in with much gusto. I in return, took an empty plate, and filled it with three fresh-looking carrot, beans, two oranges, three slices of bread, and a glass of milk—which I had no doubt was produced by forcefully lactating some innocent, and definitely sentient, calves, cows, or goats. Not the fanciest, but filling and nutritious enough to last for the day. Or the next, and the next after the next day, and to the next day after the day after the next, then I’ll probably keel over and die of starvation. That is, if the dehydration won’t get me first. The early meal proceeded with silence, accompanied by the clinking of table tools, while Nero ate her food slowly, relishing the taste of the only delicious food that we would have in the next few days. The clinging ghost shifted once more, looking at the food above the table with futile craving, and jealousy as she looked up at Celestia, eating her bunch of pancakes. Luna was the first to finish her food, giving us a tired smile before she hurriedly exited the dining room. Celestia was the first to break the silence as she put down her utensils. “Did you do something with Luna?” she asked with a not-so-hidden accusing tone under it. I raised my sexy brow at her, taking a bite out of my last—sweet, crunchy, and juicy—carrot. “Unless she could go into my head and erased my memories, or rape me whilst I was asleep, then no, I didn’t do anything harmful to her,” In response, she raised a single brow, before shrugging, taking another bite at her pancake. “I’ll ask Luna later then,” she said after swallowing her pancake. “That said, my royal guards will fly you to Martrossa later this day,” she looked uncomfortable for a moment, like swallowing bitter cum. “Unfortunately, they won’t be able to fly you right into the town, so we’ll be dropping you near the town,” Ruby’s glare at the mention of Martrossa changed into a full-blown scowl as she informed the last information, before she twisted and dug herself into my chest. Cute. I commented inwardly, dreading the path of Companion she was walking into. I sighed, before I chomped at the sweet round carrot. “When?” I asked. “Anytime you’re ready, really,” she simply answered with a shrug. “Though it would be better if you’ll go after you’re done eating,” I looked at my plate, one unpeeled orange left. I took it and put in inside my bag along with the other food I’ve pillaged from Ponyville. I stood from my chair, looking at Celestia dryly, my carrot held between my index and middle finger. “Well then, what are we waiting for, princess?” After all, I still need to find the spirit of Chaos that which had condemned into this tree hugger and horse fucker heaven. ()_()_() “Do we really have to do this?” My overly-clingy companion whined. Once more, we were sitting in a flying carriage. The midday sun was blazing fiercely, and I thanked whoever it was to have the foresight to put a cover on the carriage. It was weird, I admit, to fly in the sky. Definitely not something you would experience every day, unless if you have a gryphon as a familiar. Or your friends have a gryphon as a familiar. Thankfully, I have none. Friends and people who have a gryphon, I mean. Lest one of them would’ve already sic me with it for the heinous thing I’d been framed over; like how I was accused for raping John’s—some unimportant asshole— sister, Jane—another unimportant bitch—, where I just simply slapped her for being a bitch, and a dog lover. The nerves of some people! Though it was still amusing how confident he was when he challenged me to a duel and his look of terror when I decided to beat his catalyst-hand for 49 times until it was dead with my long, hard staff. It helped that it furthered the reputation the Redfield as a cruel and ruthless family, despite of what Lily had said. I shook my head, pulling myself out of my reverie. Why was I doing that? Ruby stared at me worriedly. “Um, Psyche? Are you alright?” “I’m fine,” I simply told her, back rubbing my catnapping familiar. “And as you your previous question: Yes, Ruby, I believe I must do this. You don’t simply refuse a job offer from the monarch of a kingdom,” She threw her hooves out, reminding me of a comedian on stage before an anvil turned him into red paste. “But you’re going to get yourself in danger!” I rolled my eyes exasperatedly. Bad enough I got a clingy companion. What’s next? An overly attached companion? “Ruby,” I said calmly. “I’ve been in this dangerous business long before I met you. I doubt this one is going to be much different from my previous jobs. Besides, I already knew this job is going to get messy anyway,” After all, a monarch doesn’t hire a mercenary for a simple fetch quest. She glared at me. “Then if you—“ “Because, Ruby,” I cut her off, holding the need to sigh condescendingly. “I don’t like to delay the inevitable like a sick puppy looking at a random stranger, only to receive a boot to the side, or a large phallus object to the rump,” She looked genuinely disturbed at that, shutting her mouth immediately as she scrunched her nose cutely, before opening it again— “Is everything alright, sir?” The solar guards flying carriage shouted out. “Everything’s alright, boys,” I shouted back, internally rolling my eyes as Ruby gave me a pout of defeat. ”How long are we from landing?” I asked to the guards after a moment of silence. “Five minutes, sir!” the incompetent guard answered. “You can see Martrossa from here,” I craned my neck to the small window, and true to the guard’s word, there it was, standing over the horizon, a small town, only slightly smaller than Ponyville, was Martrossa. And it looked like as if everyone had decided to say fuck-it-all and pushed their asses up to their beds, and made a sweet, sweet incestuous love like a proper family should. In other words, the small town, Martrossa was a completely and utterly dead town. Granted, it was more alive than my mother’s eyes, but dead nonetheless. In the middle the town, standing tall like a proudly erected phallus object in a cock festival, was a clock tower that would fit right in my hometown, unlike a pathetic orphan into a family of four. Forebodingly, or perhaps, more curiously, the hands of the clock were stuck at the time of 11:59. Daemons came first to mind. Creatures of the Dark, born within the depth of the Undeworld with only a purpose to destroy everything in their lines of sight, and bidding their own times in their own time in the Underworld. They’re volatile creatures who will torture anyone around it to either further its rather obscure goal, or simply for the fun of it. They also have a sense of theatrics, and apparently, their flesh is a common delicacy amongst Demon hunters alike. Something about it being rich in energy, nutrients, proteins, and has that tasty unique texture. And I wholly agree with them. Soon enough, a few minutes or so, our carriage finally landed on the soft green field, far from the dead town, but close enough that we didn’t have to camp for a night. Plucking Nero from my lap, I stepped out of the carriage, and onto the sweet green ground. I turned to the guards, giving them a nod, which they replied back like a good little boy and a salute later from the incompetent guards, they flapped their wings and flew back to Canterlot. I stared at the point of the Clock tower of Martrossa over the horizon for a moment, before I sighed and continued on my not-so sojourn to the dead city. As I made my way to Martrossa, I put Nero over my shoulder, in which she draped her body on it like the lazy cat she was. Thankfully, the walk was silent, what with Ruby fidgeting in the air, squirming and scratching her hooves in discomfort. Of course then, she would rather destroy the momentary peace. “I don’t think this is a good idea, Psyche,” she voiced her unimportant opinion. “I have a bad feeling about the town.” She added for the sake of redundancy. I rolled my eyes mentally. “Well, that’s understandable, Ruby. But I’m not going to back off from a job. Never have and never will.” My mouth answered, keeping a lid over my bucket of warm and thick sarcasm. “Besides, you should expect something to go wrong when said job is given by the high monarch of a rich kingdom. And you should get used to it, since I don’t think Celestia will leave me be just after this job.” She struggled for a moment, before her eyes set dead onto me. “Well, she can’t just do that!” she rebuked, throwing her hooves to the air. “You’re a thinking being, and I doubt Princess Celestia is that cruel.” I gave her a flat look.”Ruby, she’s a pony ruler. A pony ruler rules over ponies. I’m not a pony, and nor am I am Equestria citizen. Why the hell do you think am I doing this?” She opened her mouth, before closing them, staring at me with a deadpan expression. “That’s rhetoric,” I sighed exasperatedly. “Yes, it is. No need to point it out,” Silence reigned once more in our little circle as I was getting closer to Martrossa. “But what if you die?” she blurted out suddenly. I chuckled, crinkling my brows in amusement. “Then I’ll die, Ruby. Nero will die with me as well, to gods know where, and you’ll either be stuck with my corpse, or back to whence you’ve come from.” She looked scared at that, the poor dear. “Not that you need to worry about it, since I won’t be dying anytime soon.” Her mouth worked uselessly after that, doing the perfect impression of a goldfish, before she clamped it down with a shut, her eyes looking scared. “Please don’t die.” She whispered, voice shaking. I rolled my eyes, and I think Nero did the same as well. “I won’t. Not until I’m back to my home world, at least. I heard suicide bombing is the trend nowadays, despite the thin string of peace between Camelot and the Imperials...” I shrugged, and Nero looked at me with alarm. “You... won’t, right?” she asked slowly. Snorting, I shook my head. “Of course not, Nero, I’d rather make people do the bombing,” She sighed at that, giving me an exasperated look, of which I simply rolled my head. My walk came to a stop as I stood in front of Martrossa’s gate. Curiously, a broken carriage lay on the ground few feet away from me, just inside the gate. That was probably the carriage the Celestia’s Solar Guards came here with. No doubt they were dead as a baby on a crossroad by now. I stepped into the gate, staring at the interior of the town. It was as it was from the outside. Dead as a dead puppy after it received a knife to the side. Run-down buildings that looked like it had been left uncared for years, barely capable of standing up. Four skeletons of dead ponies lay by the side of the carriage, wearing golden armor suit. “Psyche,” the ghost filly tapped on my shoulder. “What is that?” her voice was shaky, her hoof trembling as it pointed at something. Following her hoof, I found myself staring into the blank eyes of a frowning skeleton, a child pony skeleton to be precise. It stared at me, jaws rattling like a trembling preteen girl after being fucked in the orifices by the corner of that dubious dark alley. I stared back, lifting my hand as a ball of fire formed by the palm, runes glowing under my sleeve. I pushed more mana into it, and the fireball burned brighter. In response, it stared at me, head tilting in a faint confusion, before it shook; bones rattling as it did so, before it slowly turned its body, heading to the barely standing house behind it. It moved to the house, paused as it reached at the wooden stairs, staring at me that made me think it was telling me to follow it, before entering decrepit house. I shared a look with Nero, with her shaking her head, and with me shrugging. She sagged, sighing as she jumped off of my shoulder, and on the ground. Ruby stared at us in utter confusion, which I ignored as I sauntered into the house, following the walking skeleton. It was a normal house, by the pony level, two stories tall, three windows on the front, staring at me like a pedophiliac priest. Entering the house, I ignored that itchy feeling and the smell of rotten flesh. The main room was separated into three parts, two of them leading to the either side of the room, while the third led us upstairs. Nero sniffed around, gagging and shuddering in disgust before her head pointed to the stairs. “It’s up.” She said, hopping up to the stairs as I followed her, carefully leaning away from the rotted railings. It led us to a dusty corridor of some sort. The lack of light from outside making it slightly harder to navigate, though I could see four wooden doors lining up on the walls, each of them had a weird marking. Nero sniffed about the second story, leading me to the second door, where on the door was a mark of an old open book. I looked at her with an eyebrow, which she replied with a nod. Shrugging, I easily pushed the door open; the sound of rusty squeaking filled the house, before it was fully opened. The sight within it elicited a gasp from the filly ghost floating on my shoulder. Skeletons of various sizes piled in the middle of the room, skulls stacked against each other forming some sort of a twisted white pyramid, all of them staring at me, jaws baring open, forming the perfect tools for those skull fetishistic dickless assholes. On the top of the bone pyramid was a certain familiar skeleton, of a young skeletons, splayed like of a pig being raped after cooked, only instead of a mouth full of wrinkly grey cocks, it was an old, almost rotten textbook. Large icicles formed on my left palm as I calmly moved closer to the skull pyramid; Ruby’s eyes widened in fear and surprise, while Nero slapped her face with her cute paw in exasperation. It was a trap, of course. Everybody who had ‘adventured’ for years should know that, and if they don’t, then they deserve getting their crotch bitten off of their roots. And besides, ‘adventurers’ are bound to grow a tendency for taking things, albeit mine tendency had been dying down lately—though I had no doubt it will grow again—, and everybody knows old books are the best source of information, stories, and indescribable kinds of power. Swiftly, my right hand moved to the textbook, swiping it from the mouth and plopped it to my satchel. Not taking any chances, my left hand slammed down to the skull, crushing it into pieces, followed by a desecration of the dead, courtesy of my leg kicking the works of the dead before me into ruins of cluster fucks. Turning around, I walked quickly to the door, plucking Nero and plopping her to my shoulder. “Let’s go!” I shouted, quickening my pace as I ran downstairs. Ruby followed behind me, a quick glance showed her wide fearful eyes as she glanced back. “Psyche, what they hay is wrong?!” “Language!” I scolded, not that I knew what she meant, but I was pretty sure it was a foul one. My hand touched the handle of the door—wait, door? I blinked. “Shit.” I turned around from the door, and to Ruby’s pair of yellow confused and fearful eyes. “A trap,” I elaborated. “There wasn’t a door before. So let’s not open it.” I didn’t wait for her response as I glanced at the other two rooms of the house, ignoring the rumbling coming from upstairs or the squeak elicited from Ruby. Taking a guess, I took the right doorway. It was a kitchen, a dinner room to be precise. A long rectangular table lay in the middle of the room, dusty porcelain plates placed accordingly, with silverwears on the sides. Sitting on the left side of the table was another skeleton, wearing some kind of a business suit, eyes staring blankly ahead to the misplaced and dead grandfather clock. Then the head creaked like an old pussy, moving until it met my eyes. I shot an ice ball straight to its head, shattering it to pieces of fragments. I looked around the room, looking for something to escape the damned house—bingo. I moved to the kitchen part of the room, a curtained window planted on the wall, placed in a way so that the wife could see the outside while men raped her. The rumbling from behind became louder as it neared to me. “Please... save me...” Not taking in any chances, I opened the curtain, ready to jump out like a professional rapist. Only to find the outside was different. Ponies of all kinds walked about, bright smiles all over their faces as they walked by the house. Birds were chirping in the bright blue sky, and bunnies fucking like there’s no tomorrow by the side of the large tree. I blinked, and blinked once more I felt something swept over me, and a certain lack of weight. “Nero?” I whispered quietly, eyes wide as I found nothing on my shoulder. Or rather, my furry shoulder. I blinked, before my body suddenly wobbled and fell to the ground like a drunken father, a headache coursed through my head as it thumped against the floor. Groaning, I rolled to my back, blinking blearily as I stared at the white hooves, carved with runes, pointing the... cleaner ceiling then at the hooves on my lower part. Shakily, as I gulped, my... hoof moved my head, and somehow it was capable of feeling my face. And the discovery I made wasn’t pleasant at all. I was a unicorn, if the sharp phallus object standing straight on my forehead my any sign, and apparently, I had a red hair—mane. My eye twitched, and a sigh of relief escaped my mouth as I found myself still clothed in my heavily runed robe, and my trusty satchel still on my body. Only there wasn’t Nero. It was a strange and wholly uneasy feeling to be without a familiar always by your side. For mages, they’re like that best friends from birth, the only one in the world that will do best for you. The only one who wouldn’t betray you, and even if you raped thousands of innocents, they’ll always be loyal to you. It’s like that friend who will stay always with you through every situation, even if you’re that unwanted child in the family, the one who always comes late at school with bruises all over his face. They’re like that friend who will keep your secret to their death, who will still stick to you even though you killed his families. They’re mages second pair of eyes, they’re the reminder of their sanity, and they’re that only thing that will make every mage to sacrifice everything to save them. To be without a familiar is like having your reproduction organ being ripped from the roots, or having half of you to be forcefully torn apart. Quite literally, in my case. I clenched my jaws, body shaking in cold rage at those who dared to take her away from me. I rolled to my belly, my hooves shaking as I tried to stand on four. I promptly fell to my side with a thud; a lance of pain fucked me right in the in the cranium as it thumped against the floor harshly. Groaning quietly, I tried to stand, slowly and carefully this time. My forelegs wobbled as it lifted up my upper torso, soon followed by my hindlegs. I waited for a moment, staring at my legs with utter seriousness as I tried to move them slowly. I pictured how Hay Due, Celestia, Day Hue, or every other pony, walk, and slowly applied them to me. It worked, to some degree. I was still wobbling right and left like a late drunk father. Four of my legs moved a tad wonky as I moved to the exit of the new-looking kitchen. The house was odd. It’d changed into something much cleaner, newer... or mayhap older. A shriek of terror caught me surprised; my head snapped to the stairs, immediately causing my legs to be a tad of a bitch, and made me fell. I stared widely at the figure onto of the stairs; a young pony, a filly to be exact, just by the age of Ruby’s. She stared at me with her bright green eyes, like a turtle about to be crushed under a carriage; her little blue coated body shook in a way not unlike that little girl who took the wrong turn at the alley. Slowly, she raised her tiny hoof up at me as I gave her a glare. “Don’t.” I said. She didn’t listen to me. “PAPA, HELP!” The effect was instantaneous, as a door upstairs slammed open, followed by fast trotting sound, before finally a bright green Pegasus stallion with a mark of an empty paper on the flanks came to view behind the filly, brown eyes open in surprise. “Melly, what’s wrong?” he asked, staring at the little filly who will find herself soon orphaned, before following her pointing hoof to me. His eyes narrowed, pulling the frozen ‘Melly’ behind him as he growled at me, “Who are you?” I calmly—as calmly as I could get— stood up from the floor. “No one important,” I smiled fakely, nodding at the green Pegasus. “Now, excuse me, I shall go back to minding my own business. I assure you, I haven’t stolen anything.” I turned around, ignoring the surprised look boring at the back of my head as I calmly strutted to the exit door, a rhythmic tapping onto the floor as I reached the front door, my hoof— I blinked. It was a door knob, a round door knob. I stared at my fingerless hoof for a moment, before back at the doorknob. I sighed, fucking dirty idiotic ponies. Why the hell do they use doorknobs when they don’t have fucking fingers? Sneering in disgust, I used my teeth to twist the damned knob, ignoring the metallic taste as the door clicked open. Looking back over my shoulder, I gave the confused stallion a nod, before giving the peeking filly a wink that made her eeped and hid back behind his father’s back. Not giving them any time to respond, I exited the house— And into a horde of angry looking ponies, pitchforks raised up to the dark moonless sky, lit only by torches, floated by someone’s magical grasp—it’s night already?— all of them glaring at me, a few of them snarling, and fewer spat on the poor soil. I blinked, looking back at the house behind me, only to find it gone. I blinked once more, turning back to the horde of pissed ponies. “You dare invade us without permission, steal from us, and proceed to leave without permission?” A mare strutted forward, sunset colored fur set in contrast with her pink glaring eyes; absently, I noted the lack of cutie mark on her flanks. “How dare you, you creature!” she spat, eyes positively brimming with hatred as she stomped forward to me. “You must be from the fake goddess. Yes, you are the fitting kind, aren’t you?” she stared at my impassive blue eyes, my previous surprise already leaking out like a menstruating girl. “What did she promise? Power? Freedom? Or maybe she offered you her body,” she let out, what I thought she thought as a cruel smile. She turned, giving me her back, and that perfect view of her butt. “So what do you think we should do to him, ponies? To the Desecrator, and the one sent by the self-proclaimed goddess?” “BURN HIM! BURN HIM! BURN HIM!” The crowd chanted collectively, the ground thumping as the clapped their hooves to the ground. I rolled my eyes, moving silently to her, and struck her by the neck with my hard hoof. There was a satisfyingly loud snapping sound echoing in the street as the horde of ponies shut their mouths up, all of them staring in horror. “What?” I asked, staring at them with a raised brow. “Burning people is alright, but when I killed your cult master, it’s not?” The silent ponies glared at me, as we stared at each other, before one of them had the bright idea to scream, “KILL THE TAINT!” I cursed, turning around, thankful that the house was now an empty spot, passing the house and into another street as the ponies behind me galloped to me, faster than me as they quickly caught up to me. I flinched slightly as a pitchfork flew straight to my back, thankfully deflected by my runic robe. Not giving them any chance, I ran towards the closest house nearest to me. I glanced over my shoulder, immediately turning to the road, and galloped like a little bitch chased by a horde of horny male dogs. Something sharp grazed my left hind leg, of which I ignored as I reached to the door. Turning the knob with my mouth, before I entered at slammed it close, my back leaning on the door as I breathed heavily. “Fucking horse body,” I looked around the house. A relatively short stairs leading to the second floor, and another entry on the room leading to, what I guessed to be either the kitchen, or blood orgy. Silently, I crawled under the stairs, my back leaning against the wall as I took a breath, a fitting string of words to describe over the cluster fuck I experienced in the last few quick minutes escaped my lips, “What the fuck just happened?” Nobody answered that, unfortunately. Thus I turned to my satchel, my hoof feeling in the infinite space, before I, somehow, pulled the newest addition to my satchel. “A thousand gold says this will give me a clue about what the hell is happening. And where I need to get Nero back.”