Wrath is a regular pegasus. He just suffers from anger problems. If only that were all he had to worry about...
Wrath has always had anger "problems". Even though he is extremely kind towards everypony else, he had to learn how to be opposite to his talent over the years. His full name you ask? Wrath Blazer.
What you don't control, controls you. *insert dark menacing laughter*
Wrath had just gotten home from work and he was dead tired. So he went and took a shower. He washed all the dirt and grime out of his coat and feathers. After about half an hour, he got out and dried off, then went straight to his bed and belly flopped on it. He quickly fell to the exhaustion that wracked his tired limbs. But rather than have dreams like most ponies, his sleeping hours were always filled with a voice telling him to release all the rage he kept tucked away. So imagine his surprise when he saw a bunch of stars surrounding him.
"Wh... Where am I?" He asked out loud from pure shock.
"You are in your Nexus of Truth. The place where no lies may be told," said a voice from behind him causing him to jump.
"Princess Luna!?! I mean, Dark Mistress!" He said, trying his best to kneel before his preferred princess. Her night was so beautiful and peaceful that he felt naturally calmed by it when he awoke from his nightmares every night.
"Dark... Mistress...?" Luna asked, confused by the odd title.
"L-long story... Mistress, why do humble me with your pres-" He stopped and immediately stood and turned around upon sensing a familiar cursed entity nearby. "Six winged serpent..."
"What's wrong? Do you sense something off here?" She asked, perturbed by his sudden change in personality.
He merely nodded and took up a defensive stance, spreading his wings and baring his slightly jagged teeth. He then began to circle Luna facing outward like a guard dog protecting it's master.
"You truly think you can stop the rage that bubbles inside you?" Asked the voice he's heard too many times in his nightmares.
"I know I can, demon! My family tamed you once before, and you shall be tamed once again! No matter how many times you try, I shall always lock you away with my rage!" Wrath shouted at the shadows.
"Your grandfather, oh what was his name? Wrath Beacon? Wrath Bacon? Oh! I know! It was pathetic pony that couldn't control me whatsoever!" The shadows called back taunting him, trying to infuriate him, to make him embrace his locked anger.
"Respecting the dead is one thing none of us Wraths fell for before, Oni. So what would make you-"
"Who doth thy speaketh to, Wrath?" Luna asked, cutting him off, slipping to her ancient tongue in her annoyance.
"My apologies Mistress, but those of us with the cursed name have a demon trapped inside us. You might know it from the times of war as the Six Wings of Brutality," Wrath said, turning his head to look at her with sorrow in his eyes.
Luna gave him a deadpanned look, shook her head and said, "No matter, I came to you for a reason Wrath Blazer. You have been selected for joining a special task force that I-"
"I'll do it. If you have anything to do with it, I'll do it. If you told me to go and fight Timber wolves in Ponyville, I would do so without question. Your word is my law. You hold my respect as your night is perfect, beautiful, and calming, while your sisters day is loud, broken, and ugly," Wrath said, spitting out the last bit out with enough poison to kill an elephant.
Luna blushed slightly at the compliments magnitude and said, "Then you know what the cost of being trapped here is?"
"Yes. I will die in the material plane, but any curses or faults shall travel with me here, right?"
"Yes," Luna said with a nod. "Do you accept these costs? And if so, will you be willing to cause the same pain you felt when your own father died on those around you?"
"I wish not to harm anypony else in the material plane with this curse of mine. So I will pay the price of eternally containing the Six Wings," Wrath said without hesitation, turning around and kneeling once more before Luna.
"Then let it be so," Luna said, her horn glowing, ripping him from his physical body to keep him in the dreamscape eternally...
"Who says shadows can't become lights? Or lights shadows?" Wrath Siphon (unicorn mare 4th wielder of Six)
Wrath suddenly found himself back in his dreamless void. Floating, listening to... Nothing? That wasn't right. Wrath looked around, trying to see if he couldn't relocate Six Wings voice. Instead he saw a light some thirty meters away that somewhat resembled a door.
"Huh. That's new, Six what are you trying to pull here?" Wrath asked the void.
"I am not in control here. Believe me, you would be doing more than just merely floating through a void if I was," the voice replied.
Wrath simply shrugged and began to fly over to the door... He wasn't moving, despite him moving his wings as fast as he could. He finally just gave up and thought about how if his wings worked here he could easily have just flown over to-... He moved toward the door slightly at that thought...
"Maybe..." Wrath said in deep thought, considering how stupid it all seemed. But at the same time how much sense it would make for him to be willing himself to move in a dreamscape.
"Oh yeah, sure. Trust a hunch and let me out while you're at it,"
"Stuff it Six, I'm going to try and will myself over to-" *WHAM!* "The... door..." Wrath said, after willing himself right into the door.
It opened slowly and somepony pulled him in, and he immediately felt the effects of gravity once again. "Sounded like you hit that door pre-tee hard mate. You good?" Asked a stallion that Wrath didn't recognize.
"Ow," Wrath said, rolling over and standing up while rubbing his head gently with one hoof.
"I'll take that as a yes. Come on, take a seat," the stallion said, moving over to a chair that sat in front of an Irish mantle with a variety of pictures and a fire burning brightly. The whole room was Irish themed, down to having a keg off in one corner.
"Wut...?" Wrath said dumbfounded.
"That out there is a dream void. We're inside what I'm willing this place to be," the stallion said without looking back.
"Um... ok? But who are you, why was I just floating around, and why do I feel something unfriendly just on the edge of this void?" Wrath asked in a quick flurry, the ramming of the door forgotten in his fearful curiosity.
"Them's dreamons, as I call 'em, and they want to infiltrate the material world like no mare's business. Our job is to prevent them from escaping by whatever means necessary. Generally, that means killing the bloody things, and me names Lucky, Lucky Charm. We got a new recruit the other month named Whisper, she's gonna be your mentor and she should be here soon," the stallion said, avoiding Wraths' second question. And just when he finished, the door opened and in stepped an earth mare with a kind of ribbon scarf.
"Lucky, who's the new recruit?" she asked immediately upon seeing Wrath.
"Says his name is Wrath Blazer on the papers and from his mouth," Lucky replied without looking back, instead deciding to float a picture over from the mantle.
"Well then, my name's Whisper and I'll be your mentor. Pleased to meet you!" She said extending a hoof toward Wrath.
Wrath stared tat the mare for a few seconds before extending his wing to shake her hoof. "If the Mistress trusts you to help her, then I trust you. But the instant you turn on me, or her reason for building this corps, then I will end you where you stand," Wrath said, swearing it silently in his head on his ancestors graves.
"Great! Now, let's talk about your training. First is moving around in the void and dreamscapes of others. You have to will yourself to go at a certain speed for different ponies, or as fast as you think you can handle in the void. Ready to get started?" Whisper asked, turning around and floating out into the void.
"Well this can't go too well then, can it Six?" Wrath asked himself as he stepped out into the void, expecting himself to start falling.
"Of course not, pathetic pony. And I have a feeling that scarf is a weapon of some sort. Touch it, I dare you,"
"Shove it Six," Wrath said, beginning to will himself out the door into the void and to keep up with Whisper.
"Very good, but you might want to keep the talking to yourself at a minimum. Most of the others that use summons to fight only talk to it in order to give it commands, so by talking to it without summoning it is unusual. Especially when talking to it like it isn't part of your own mind," Whisper said, watching him struggle slightly with keeping his balance.
"Yeah, easier said than done when the voice is part of a curse," Wrath snapped back, frustrated that flying in the void was so different from flying in the air. Whisper let him struggle for a few minutes before floating herself over and guiding him back to the room.
"You did good, but that's probably the one skill that you won't need too often. I just thought you'd want to get the stupid skills out of the way first," Whisper explained, walking over to another chair and taking up a seat across from Lucky.
"Ok, but what about the-"
*CRASH!!!*
All three ponies in the room turned toward the door at the sound, seeing some weird creature with fish scales, and standing on it's two hind legs. It also had milky white eyes on the side of it's head and claws on the front... legs? Arms? Wrath wasn't sure what to make of it.
"Damnit! How'd they find us? Get ready Lucky!" Whisper shouted, the scarf ribbon thing unwrapping itself from around her neck as she charged forward to attack the influx of fish looking things.
"Those must be dreamons... SLAY THE MONSTROUS FAILURES WITHOUT PREJUDICE!!!"4
"That much we can agree on Six," Wrath whispered as he also charged forward...
...and almost ran face first into a tree as the landscape changed to a clearing surrounded by trees.
"Heads up Whisper! I gave us more room to fight!" Lucky shouted, a sword suddenly in front of him, swinging itself as the fish things ran towards him.
"Where'd he get that- Behind you!"
Wrath turned around and swung his left hoof and connected it with a dreamons face, caving the skull in around his hoof. As the thing fell down, three more turned toward him and released a... gurgle?
'Fuck it... Six, lend me your strength so we can end this sooner rather than later,' Wrath told the demon trapped inside him.
"Sounds good to me. These things are minions of the nightmares. THEY MUST ALL DIE!"
"I shall not fall to a demon!" Celestia, final fight with Six before being sealed in family curse.
As soon as Wrath and Six agreed on killing the fish things, Wrath started to catch fire. He merely ignored this and rushed forward to punch the fish thing straight in the right side of it's fish like face. His hoof went in one side, and out the other as the things head exploded. Wrath felt a surge of adrenaline, anger, and... Submission? Coming from Six? He decided to address this after he had time to focus on it as one of those things leaped at him.
"Duck!"
Wrath did so without thinking too much on why Six would be trying to help him, only to feel Six leave his body and shred the dreamon into culinary cubes. Wrath stared at the form Six had taken on in order to mutilate the dreamon. It looked like a flaming serpent with what he could only describe as minotaur arms ending in griffon talons where the hands of a minotaur would be. On it's back were six wings, as he was named after. And on each wing was a different word to describe a blood bath. Massacre, war, brutality, murder, genocide, and slaughter. There was also one word on his chest that Wrath couldn't quite read.
"What in the eternal tartarus..." Wrath breathed just before getting tackled from behind by one of those weird dreamons, which instantly started to tear at him, while the flaming serpent began tearing at it in turn. But before either of the ones being torn apart could do any real damage, a ribbon-like scarf had punched through the flaming impersonation of Six, and the dreamon beneath him.
"Damn it Wrath, don't just let those things tear into you like that! You don't know how hard it is to see others Fade!" Whisper shouted at Wrath with her head down so he couldn't really make out if the sadness he thought he heard was really there or not.
But he wasn't really watching her. Instead he was watching the dreamon that was trying to sneak up on her while she went on a clearly sorrow filled rant. He rolled over, leapt, and released Six again from his back, using the slight force to get a good kick on another dreamon that had waddled up. As Six sailed over Whisper, who followed the demons flight, he released a blood curdling roar and then crashed right into the dreamon. Wrath responded to Six's roar with his own war cry while unleashing a frenzy into the dreamon horde while Six and he circled Whisper as Wrath did for Luna before joining the Dreamguard. Lucky was tossed into the circle that Six and Wrath had made from somewhere in the horde.
"Damn... I think we might lose this fight..." Lucky said, getting up to show a glowing scratch down the side that he had landed on. He also sported a similar scratch over one eye. And his rapier was nowhere to be seen.
"We have to-" Whisper was cut off by a dual howl from Wrath and Six as they ran toward one another.
As the demon merged with his host, Wrath felt his blood literally boil from the flames of war that both halves were holding. As he opened his eyes, two different colored smoke trails emanated from them. From his left eye rose a white smoke that circled over his head like a halo, while from his right came a black smoke that followed his forehead while darting out on either side to make it look like he had devil horns. This gave everything present that could see their shared transformation step away warily. They then threw their heads to the pseudo-sky and released a cross between a howl, a roar, and a bellow that in the end sounded like a dying animal. The dreamons turned and ran away as fast their disfigured bodies would let them. But the new form that Wrath and Six shared was too fast for most of them to get away, leaving several dissolving bodies with missing heads all across the battlefield.
"Wha... What is he...?" Lucky asked, scared to move in case the duo turned on him as well.
"I... I don't know, but I don't think we should even consider trying to train him to fight," as Whisper said this she noticed the scared and confused look Lucky gave her. "Instead, we should train him to control that power of his..."
"That... That makes sense... But how can we convince him-no... THEM of that?" Lucky said, pointing one hoof at Wrath.
Wrath walked over as they were discussing various ways of convincing Wrath to let them teach him how to harness the power of the Six Winged Serpent. So he decided to stop them from getting too far into the idea of Six being used for good.
"You two do realize that that creature is a being of such pure darkness that it was only captured because something with a bigger blood lust decided to fight and try to tame it, right?" Wrath said more than asked the two other Dreamguards.
"What do you- wait, what?" Lucky asked caught between confusion and disbelief.
"Yeah, Six is also known as the Six Wings of Brutality. He was a creature made by a unicorn to bolster the unicorn tribes' fighting capabilities while striking fear into the other tribes. Only problem is that he did a hiccup in the casting and created a demon that didn't care and caused everypony to kill each other for the fun of it and then ate their corpses," Wrath said nonchalantly, sitting down on the fake grass.
"You'll need to be more specific, Wrath. How evil is this thing?" Whisper asked, stepping back cautiously.
Wrath, the fires of his dual form fading out with Six taking on his form next to him, glanced from Whisper, to lucky, and finally to Six and shrugged and said, "I don't really know, or care. Six saved my ass just a second ago, so I don't really care how evil he says he is. He's tamed now."
"I am not tame, but I don't want to die either. So in order to prevent my defeat, I must rescue you if need be." Six said while forming behind Wrath.
"Fair enough. Anyroad, we should be getting back to training, right?" Wrath said dismissively while getting up and going to the center of the glade.
"Yeah..." Lucky said after sharing a slightly frightened and concerned look with Whisper.
It has been weeks, if not months since Wrath joined the Dreamguard. And so far, he depended on either Lucky or Whisper to get him from one place to the next. Mostly because he either doesn't focus enough, or he focuses too hard. In the former instance, he won't go anywhere. In the latter instance however...
"RRRRRAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" Six and Wrath roared in unison trying to amplify each other's base power without overpowering the other, reaching their individual limit, or fusing their beings like they did when Six first helped him fight the dreamons. This, as it usually did, ended up with Wrath succumbing to both of their combined anger and releasing a kind of explosion that didn't actually damage anything around them. As far as they knew that is.
"Oi! I really think the two of you should stop trying to destroy the house and just focus on training individ-" Lucky was saying before he found Wrath off to his right with a flaming sword in hoof gently resting on his throat and Six to his left with his claws extended and gently squeezing the middle of his back.
"We have already-"
"-mastered individual and-"
"-combined training. So-"
"-by saying we shouldn't you're-"
"-holding us back from our full potential," Wrath and Six said, switching back and forth in-you know what, fuck it. You can see what they fucking did, so stuff it.
"Um... Right... In that case, keep on trying... I'm sure you'll get it... eventually... Maybe..." Lucky said, slowly and carefully extracting himself from the, to regular ponies, lethal hold the two of them had placed him in.
"Wise decision. Six, from the top?" Wrath said, looking over at the burning demon.
"Meh. I'm bored and so are you. I say we go hunting for the simple fact that we adapt faster in the field than in a room," Six replied, moving to be reabsorbed into Wrath after looking over at Lucky and getting a very grateful and enthusiastic nod from the earth pony Dreamguard.