Nobody really knows where he showed up from, but one thing was certain. His intellect was in the negatives. He was clumsy and most people thought that he was deaf. Although kind at heart, he was never trusted too well and often shunned from popular activities. He grew bitter of this resentment, and often cursed under his breath at these bullies. Other than a mental attack, he was a normal child. But it was at his 9th birthday that his talents started to show. He may have been clumsy, but with his focus in the right place, his hooves could work wonders. He tinkered with machinery, and built many amazing inventions, like motorized carts and such. He could also fix things in seconds, knowing every piece of the complicated puzzle he had accepted. He grew popular with his talents, but he wasn't perfect. Some mistakes filled in the cracks, and some ponies didn't get what they desperately needed.
As the stress began to grow in Axle, his work got sloppy. Some wagons broke down, some carts faltered. The resentment began to grow once more. Axle was ageing, and some even said his skills were ageing as well. He stressed over these facts and tried ever so hard, but ultimately, like all good things, it came to an end. Axle was 14, and he couldn't handle it any more. He sold his patents, and settled down in nice, quiet part of town. He lived quietly, and made good money selling his talents, fixing carts and such But nothing like what he had. He felt homesick, even though his stress had dwindled, and such was the case with his sloppy work. He felt like his legend had died before it had even started. His depression turned to anger, his pent up rage building inside. But he never let it show. He hid away his terrible self behind a tough, rock-like shell. He became expressionless, and always acted like he couldn't care less. Although deep inside, he cared more than any stallion would ever care. But one night, he heard screaming coming from the road adjacent. A fire had broken out on the local orphanage. Axle ran, hoping to save anyone that was unlucky enough to be caught in the unfortunate flames. Nobody, just a couple abandoned rooms. He ran out, only to catch a glimpse of a small colt running off into the woods. He had a suspicion about this young colt, and pursued him for a small time before he lost him. Nothing much happened for awhile, except for a few stray thoughts on this little fire escapee.
But two years later, he got a front row view of the most hellish thing Equestria had ever seen. It started with Axle fixing up a car, and hearing screaming outside his shop. He looked outside to see hellfire everywhere, ponies being scorched in blazes bigger than a house, general chaos and anarchy. At first he suspected some form of hallucination, but as the screaming and pained wailing grew to deafening levels, he knew that it was really happening. Axle grabbed his wrench and clasped it tight in his hoof, charging through the front door, swinging blindly. From there, he saw it. A horror of unexplainable proportions filled his view as the terror and shock filled his mind. He shivered. It’s bony structure was terrifying enough, but the fire wrapping around it’s legs and body were bone shaking. The most bladder emptying part of him was that he seemed to be composed of the seared flesh and bones of those he struck down. The one thing that stood out to Axle however, was this things soulless eyes. Its sockets filled to the brim with hellblaze and inferno, but most of all, hatred.
It looked at him with the utmost disgust, like it hated every single fibre of his being. Axle turned tail and ran, before a fiery grasp took hold of one of his back hooves. He struggled, but the molten iron grip was too tight for him to squirm out of. It seared into his skin, branding it’s grasp onto his ankle. More arms burnt into his legs, bringing him closer to the legion of corpses and flame. Just before it dragged him right into it’s infinite blaze, an enormous beam of pure energy sliced through the flaming hands, severing its grasp on Axle. The creature looked up to see a purple alicorn staring right back at it. Axle was fixated on her focused look, her determined glare. Another blast rended another few arms from the dozens extruding from the eternal incinerator that was the horrible creature. This time from a pure white alicorn with a flowing multi colored mane. Axle’s eye bulged as he realized just how bad the situation was if Celestia was called in.
They began their assault on the entity, blasting away it’s limbs of ash and seared flesh. As anything would react to this, it screamed in the voices trapped in its mass and began blasting balls of flame and molten flesh straight at the duo. They effortlessly deflected the projectiles and launched equally if not more powerful ones right back Knowing that it was losing, it’s glare went from hate to full on rage, as it launched a massive fireball at the two. they were standing quite the distance from each other, but the ball of torching flames encompassed the both of them, burning their coats. They seemed to have a resistance to it, as they combined a beam of light to create an enormous blast of concentrated energy straight at the abomination of torched skin and hellfire. It didn't stand up to the blast very well, as it flew off into the distance from the sheer force of the blow. Celestia flew after it, as the other stayed behind, searching for survivors. Her stare met with Axle’s, as she ran over to aid his assistance. She asked his name, and if he could walk. He replied Axle and limped over to a wall to support to himself. The princess flew back, spouting info about the creature.
“It’s not dead, but neither are any pony trapped inside. They’re all unconscious at the landing site. I saw some sort of red, demonic looking thing flying off towards the mountains.” She said, her face redder than the fire around her.
“Do we have anything on it? Will it do it again?” The purple one, I later found out to be named Twilight, said in a hurried tone.
“That's up for debate, but now we have to secure the zone. Call in your friends, we’ll need them.” Celestia said as she flew back. Twilight issued a letter to be written and sent at a moments notice. Axle pointed at himself before he noticed a small dragon taking notes. Before he could scope out the damage done to his shop, Twilight demanded that he tell her everything that he saw during his experiences with the creature. Axle told her as much as he could before stumbling back into his shop. No major damage, but couple holes in the walls and ceiling meant some money would need to be thrown in to fix it. Whatever that thing was…
Axle wanted nothing to do with it.