Part I

Grim-Dark Content - Beware

Background Knowledge: This is a different time-line. Celestia has been power hungry for 2000 years, and she has let nobody stop her. Even though she has trained the new Alicorn, Twilight Sparkle for a long time. She does not care for her in the slightest and does not want another Alicorn in power. that includes Cadence. So Celestia devised a plan to kill them both, first sending Twilight and her friends to the Frozen North to have them die in terrible winds and having Cadence drink poison at dinner. Celestia weakened both of their magical powers in secret so they couldn't stand a chance.

Darkness. What is left of light after it burns out. It is always that way, and it is the same for this tale.

Reality filled her head again, her mind was blank and all she could hear was the sound of ghastly wind. She seemed to have been asleep for sometime and she didn't have the strength to move her eyes.

"Twilight.. Twilight, please wake up.. please." A old kind voice whispered fanatically "I beg you.. please."

The pain seemed to be overwhelming, without opening her eyes she could feel everything that was going on. Pain almost everywhere except her head and horn. She moaned as she tried opening her eyes. All she saw was white, blinding pale white that almost made her close her eyes again. As she opened her ice covered eyes fully, everything got back to her. Snow, snow as far as she could see and a old Rainbow friend curdled up to her, crying with blood everywhere on her. Before she was stormed by memories and terrible things, she took one long breath. A breath that hurt.

She had all these fumbled questions, where were the others, why was there so much blood and injury and why in Celestia's name were they in a snowish Hell. These deepened her with fear and she could barely take all the stress thrown at her in one moment. But Twilight still looked at the laying Pegasus besides her.

Rainbow didn't seem to be respond anymore. She seemed to be in a pool of her own blood. Twilight had to face facts. Dashie was dead.

Her close friend, one of the Mane Six and the one who taught her all about flying, the thought of courage, lying besides her, dead in the snow while she could do nothing. Oh how her heart and mind was so split. "Dash. Dash" were the first words from Twilight's bloody mouth. "Dash. Dashie." The first few breaths from that became harder. "DASH.." The Princess yelled from her guts, but it was to no prevail. Twilight tried standing up from the snow, it felt like her legs were broken even though they weren't. There were a few hills around, but nothing major. Twilight talked to herself once more in desperation. "I.. I.. need to find the others.."
as she struggled to walk. Her wings seemed to have been brutally cut and sliced, she couldn't have flew unless she wanted to rip her wings completely apart.

Her blood made a trail as she dragged herself along the frost, but she was focused on finding her other friends. Walking up the first hills, she found nothing but snow. After walking up the last hill, Twilight thought it was impossible in what she was seeing. All the other five. Applejack, Pinkie, Flutters, Spike.. and Rarity all covered in the snow with bruises and frostbite and all. The other six had died from Hypothermia. The Breaths that came after she realized were the hardest breaths she would have in a long time. The bleeding Alicorn couldn't say words, she was left in a pool of tears and grief. Did her powers make her resistant to the cold while the others had to suffer a painful death? Why didn't Celestia or anyone she knew send help?

She sat down for awhile, exhausted, looking at the bodies. Crying and full of memories, she couldn't focus on anything else. She just couldn't believe it. Friends for years disappearing like that. She still didn't know why all this happened, her memory was just stuck and blinded. After much of that, she knew what had to be disgustingly done. Twilight took whatever they had left, including jackets, supplies and even Applejack's smashed hat and patched herself up. After hours of making graves, crying for all of them and giving them a proper farewell as well as she could, she left those hills with plenty of emotions that would last years to come.

Ah. The wasteland known as the Frozen North. She walked for days in a desert of snow and ice without emotion, without passion for anything living. She eventually found something. Something that would change her life forever. A small cave hidden in the snow, she dug out the pit with weak magic and her bare hooves. It was dark and damp and cold, but it was shelter so Twilight jumped in. It was a bigger cave than expected, it was like a hallway in a kingdom. "Where.. where am i?" She questioned. The Princess followed the ill-lit hallway until she got to a large rock covering a abstract passage. She moved it out of the way and threw it at the cave wall. Behind the boulder was the door to the next room, this time the sun's light had came in from a crack in the bygone ceiling. There was a shrine of a strange looking sword that was stuck in stone, old food and coins surrounded the sword as if it was a statue from another time. The Alicorn came closer to the Shrine, she knew it was a sword called a "Katana" from her countless Human Studies. It was as white as the snow and the handle was pure golden with a blood red cloth. It had Celestia's Cutie mark engraved on the handle. Using her magic and hoofs, she used all her strength to pull out the blade. Even with something as thin as the sword, she had so much trouble pulling it from the rock. It felt like the Sword had a mind of its own. Eventually, Twilight pulled the bright sword out. It resonated with a sort of energy, fury and importantly, power. The Princess now seemed to have something that felt her everlasting anger. Her close friends had died. The Elements were no where to be found. Celestia or Luna never send anyone. And her magic was weakened most likely forever. All she had now was regret and fury.

She trained with that Katana while walking the wasteland, both magic and using her hooves were viable options. She preferred using her hooves to stay away from the crippling magic as possible. After some weeks, she got better and better at it and began trying special moves if she could remember them at all through the pain. She got connected with the sword pretty quick, treated it as a friend for awhile. Her only friend.

Her mind was damn near scrambled for the next following weeks, she had panic attacks in her sleep, she relived nightmares even before the treasonous trip and had hallucinations of the Mane Six talking to her, sitting and staring like they were ashamed. She couldn't focus on anything but getting some sort of revenge, even if it was a coward excuse. So-called Friendship couldn't guide her if all her good friends were murdered without a cause. Not even being able to bring them back for a proper burial.

Twilight finally found her way home or partially. She was in the remote mountains near the Crystal Empire, so called "Yaket Range". She was damn furious, her mind still filled with ghosts of the past, she had trained herself well enough to become a melee fighter. There were plenty of hunters in these ranges and she wanted to see how good this katana really was. Her mind conflicted with good and evil, she had the strength of friendship on her side and her role as a princess. But in the end she didn't really care anymore. She was abandoned, helpless and almost died if it wasn't for all the others. Beyond belief and reason, she couldn't handle not doing something. Her mangled mind couldn't handle it. Not doing something for them at least.

In the coldest of night, she saw a bonfire start up. It was time.

She saw from the darkness, 4 different poachers gathered around and started eating rotten animal meat they cooked up on the blazing fire. Fluttershy would have been sick. Red loomed in her head and mind about her friends again and without patience, without thinking too much, she came out from the darkness with full force! "What the- " One of the hunters said before getting his mouth sliced opened with the Katana, his tongue and flood of blood flying out to the flakes of snow. She felt the tingle and roughness of the blade in a foul swoop. One by one, they were cut and killed. The second hunter after was stabbed in the beating heart, blood getting on Twilight's hooves and face as she crushed it in his chest. The third tried fighting back with his wooden staff, but the sword was stronger. And the last, the last begged to Celestia before the blood-ridden Twilight cut his throat.

With that. Twilight still felt rage but she knew something was done. Grief of these swift actions invaded her, but she got over it after she remembered the praying. She took what the poachers were carrying and slept in their tent until morning came.

As the morning loomed, she traveled down to the Crystal Empire. Still beautiful and elegant after all this time, she went to see what at least happened to her own brother and Cadence. By the time she got to the kingdom, She and Flurry were dead. And her brother, Shining Armor was no where to be found. This made Twilight much more angry, have much more sorrow for everyone and have a surprising reveal that Celestia was evil after all the time of teaching her. The new leader of the Empire used to be a foreign ambassador for Celestia, a bittersweet Stallion named "Aldebaran". After the Princess got her hands on him, Twilight stabbed out his eyes as he screamed and tortured him to death in fury of both Flurry and Cadenza dead. She left while killing a few guards and Celestia supporters, she was almost certain Sunburst was thrown out of the question but she couldn't think of even more demoralizing topics. Twilight was getting used to this, she could tell herself. Soon enough, she was in the Crystal Mountains. No peace for Sparkle could be found here, just animals and the unbreakable cold.

She couldn't take the train as Equestria would have definitely declared her missing or dead, as well as not being spotted by Celestia. She rather took the road to Starlight's village. The Mane Six and Celestia turned it into a ghost town when Starlight left, barely anything was there but rubble and Celestia ordered it to be cleaned out. Except one thing, a single family lived here. Only with one daughter. Their house burned down because of Celestia's troops and they were ordered to evaluate or be killed when they came back. They didn't leave when Twilight came and they spoke to her. "Please, please help us stranger. We need food. We need something" It didn't seem like they knew her so Twilight started speaking, but she was interrupted by the mother "Now who do you think you are, coming down to burn down our house. With your soldiers up in that cave. We need food dammit. Water." As twilight started talking again, the father talked once more and with that, Sparkle sliced his throat right in front of them as it spurred out like a fountain. The foal was second, and lastly the mother that was complaining.

At this point, she could have been considered The All-Slayer but her future actions doubled that. She never thought of killing a filly and never wanted to, she ran away terribly crying from the scene and for a wolfish good reason.

After she got over it a bit (it would haunt her forever), she remembered the damn Mother saying something about soldiers taking post at Starlight's cave. At late night, she striked once again, killing all 15 men on their guard shifts, in their sleep as well as killing the Captain with his own spear. It was hard and she got punched a few times. But Twilight became something else. A killing machine.

When she got to the Celestial Sea, she walked by shore but never entering the glorious city of Manehatten, Fillydelphia, and the mystical Hollow Shades as the forest was named. As soon as she got to Baltimare and Grand Horseshoe Bay, it had already been 2 months with 29 dead on her Katana. She went into beautiful Baltimare but not without buying something that could disguise her entire appearance, so she bought a new sparkling, purple cloak from the dealer. It sure hid her and it fit her well with the Katana on her side. She strolled into the busy town trying to listen for any information from the ponies she could about what happened since she was gone. It seemed that Celestia now sent in a more horrible and tattered ambassador to rule the Crystal Empire and that she declared both Twilight, Cadence, and Flurry Heart dead in 'assassinations'. She also declared there would be more military roaming around 'protecting' their people. Martial law. This was terrible, but it was some info none the less.

While on her way to Dodge City, she fearlessly murdered alligators that stood in her way. Slicing them as they became twitching chunks. She didn't care if she died anymore, she knew she wasn't a princess and would never be again in these lands. Dodge Junction wasn't the same it always has been. Dodge Junction hadn't and wouldn't have changed before Twilight brutally sliced and killed a couple bad-doers on the open street where anyone could have saw. At this time, Twilight wanted a new reputation. Appleloosa was her next stop after crossing the massive plains. Nothing interesting but a few drinks to get the hunter's mind off, she never really drank hard alcohol before and this was the best time and place to do it even if she did murder the Sheriff. She left appleloosa with some true hope once again, but she needed to keep on. Through the army of apple trees, she happened upon Ghastly Gorge. Her wings finally healed by the time and see wanted to test them. At least to keep on training even if Rainbow wasn't around. Soon enough, she felt back in shape with her bandaged wings at the ready. Though, her craft magic was still weakened and hard to use.

Finally, she was going to Ponyville then Canterlot to fix all of this. Through the dark Everfree Forest, the Unicorn thought much about things and her humanity. How much it had changed in so little time and what could be done about it, how it effected her path. That was before she heard marching.

Many Troops were heading into the forest to kill wild animals and she had one idea: hide and wait. And she didn't mean wait for the troops to leave...She hid in the dark trees, her purple cloak hid her well in the nasty trees and she was as silent as the wind.

Before the men stopped and scouted around the forest, The devilish Alicorn was already pulling people out like prey and killing them silently, this is where she learned cracking necks are useful. The last man of the group couldn't take it anymore that they were being picked off. He freaked out and ran away while Twilight gave remarks to the coward. "You might trip in these woods, watch out." This gave Twilight passage into Ponyville, her real home. It was so good to be back even if she didn't have a lot going for her. Her Castle was being demolished in front of her eyes. She grew tears in secret because she connected to the place like she once did with the sparkling tree. The Stallions that demolished the old Princess's home were killed soonly after with there intestines spilling out. Starlight did not seem to be anywhere in Ponyville either, Twilight wondered and worried if the Princess went after her as well during the time.

While here, Twilight visited her friend's homes. First Rainbow's and Pinkie's. It was a dip into moments just some time ago, a time that she felt happened yesterday. All abandoned, all that filled her with memories of the past. From that peace and uneasy quiet, Twilight relaxed and decided it was time to go and avenge them all. A reprisal, forever if she got her wish.

It was time for the end of all this. The final goal. Canterlot. The river was not that hard to cross with wings nor the grasslands leading up to the mountain. The real challenge however was the tunnels, it would take days and she would definitely get crushed or run over by trains if she tried to go through there. So she waited for a royal train to pass by and hopped on to the back of it, a unexpected passenger if you can say. She can't say she loved the ride to it, but she always did love viewing the scenery the train provided.

Overthrow

When the train stopped, things got complicated. Royal Guards were waiting at the train station as usual. But a few ponies grabbed them and started to brawl with them, punching them and taking their weapons. After all this time, a unseen rebellion was going on. Twilight jumped out of the back of the train, and stabbed 2 Guards in the head with her Sword, plunging it hardcore. Their bronze armor was no match for the powerful Katana. Using some magic, she teleported inside the grand city of Canterlot. Guards in every corner and hooligan fights happening whichway, burning buildings and the stench of death. she knew she might lose but her adrenaline kept her going through the bloodshed. Running to the castle, she used both magic and hooves to her advantage. Stabbing the Royal watchmen with magic and punching them to the ground. As she reached the castle, she was stabbed brutal in the back. It was pain like she felt back in the Frozen North, she moaned and turned around to the Guard who did it. It was Captain Shining Armor! He was working with her, he was working with the fucking princess! Instead of killing him, he got his revenge from Cadence, Twilight cut off his arm without regret. With chaos happening in Canterlot, there wasn't much time to reflect on the decision she made.

Even with the raging rebellion outside, the castle was dead quiet. Twilight sneaked around through the big empty hallways , the glass panels and murals that shined so cheerfully were now meaningless to her. Stories for a dead era. The sentinels that patrolled the castle hallways were savagely killed and none left alive. The katana was still fresh from banging metal all the time, strangely no scars were left on it.. Twilight checked the Kitchen, Ceremonial Hall and and even Ballroom for anyone else.

The Throne Room was the only place left in the labyrinth. The Alicorn reached the enormous doors, she took a few deep breaths knowing that the one who started it all was in there. The doors felt unwelcoming and cold, but Twilight pushed them open anyways.

The Throne Room. Celestia was suspiciously alone, sitting on her golden throne. Watching the forgotten Princess. Celestia said a few words "I never thought you were dead, you are stronger than that. Stronger than your friends. Friendship is a thing that doesn't last forever." Those words flew past Twilight, as Celestia said a few more. "Twilight, you were never going to be the Princess i am or have the history I once too can't forget. And you know that. But i must say, you sure do have determination getting this far while a rebellion is at my doorstep. Now, i must eliminate you like many of my foes, 'Princess' Twilight Sparkle in a royal manner. Let this be a battle to remember. Teacher versus student, oh how funny is that." Twilight in her purple cloak, brought up her Katana with her magic and said this. "You never taught me this."

Celestia grinned and shot a nasty fireball at Twilight. The Battle had begun. Twilight cut the fireball with her ancient Sword, it disappeared in ash. Celestia looked and laughed, "That isn't all i got." They fought a Sword versus Magic for some time. The sword did not break or fracture between the spells, it was like it never lost it's power. Even after Celestia tried her powerful spells they would be cut in half so easily. That doesn't mean Twilight wasn't injured. The cloak helped, but she still had a lot of cuts and bruises across her face as she was dragged along the floor of the throne room. It felt like she couldn't win against Celestia but she still kept going while Celestia shouted horrible remarks and insults. Celestia shouted one more time "You know I've fought fillies with more-" Twilight sliced her stomach before she could finish the stupid sentence. Celestia sat down "Ah.. Ah" while Twilight walked up to her and started into her eyes. Celestia bleed from her mouth "This is nothing.." Twilight bought her Katana up to the sky and said this. "Maybe this will be." With all her might, she cut off Celestia's head.
As it rolled on the Throne Room, Twilight almost felt like crying before this old master, but she knew she was a bitch that didn't deserve it.

Twilight was something completely different now, she killed the most powerful person she knew. She took Celestia's bleeding head and left the Throne Room to meet the chaos outside the burning castle. The Guards and village-folk meet her with aggressive actions, but as soon as they saw the head they moved aside and stared at it. Some cried, some couldn't believe it and some ran away in fear. The ageless tyrant was slain. Twilight cut off her horn as a memory and put Celestia's head on the steps of the castle so everyone could see the remorseless kill.A horrific trophy for the one who deserved it.

Twilight didn't have a clue what to do now, Equestria was in panic, rebellions starting up and forged clans starting to take land for themselves. The only other thing she could do now was solve Equestria's problems one step at a time or explore the new Equestria she had created. She took the second option as most clans would surely hate the person who killed "everything right in the world".

While dodging through small armies and terrible kingdoms, Twilight ended up in the Undiscovered West. This is where she found the Invictio, a threadbare tool to travel between dimensions. Found in a dirty grotto, Twilight now knew great power were found in ancient things and she was very cautious about this next item in front of her. Shaped like a Locket, she activated it without knowing the consequence and it sent her to some place like her own. A similar Equestria. A similar goal.

Part II

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Grim-Dark Content - Beware

Background Knowledge: It has been 750 years. Twilight is now a veteran of countless wars and rebellions in different realms, she has killed and bested many including versions of herself and the Mane 6. From this, she has become a master of the Sword instead of magic and had trained with the best. Dimensional travel had also had an effect on her, instead of aging and growing like a regular Alicorn she stopped. Her hair also started turning very old, even turning it into a knot.

Darkness. Evil that can turn into a fire of good. It is always that way, and it is the same for this tale.

It has been 750 years.

Lands have collapsed and Empires have been turned into ruin. Oh, not through a great army, but by a Alicorn denied her throne. Denied her friends. Denied any mercy.

She is.

THE ALL-SLAYER.

Or once was..

Times have changed.

Siege after siege, battle after battle. She killed enough. She was broken enough, even her right eye was gone. Her hair turning grey. It was enough to remember everything for the rest of her days. Revenge was more than earned, it was disgustingly taken.

It was time for her to rest. Rest from her continuous nightmares and daydreaming. It was a no-cloud day when she was thrown onto the ground, once she came out of another shift. She never once brought out Grifor, as she found out it was named. She preferred it stay in it’s pouch. Her blood lust was too attached that even looking at it could bring her into a sense of joy of devastating.

It was a new world, a fresh beginning in time. A different dimension but about the same as she imagined it would be. In a current age of mystery and vast adventures, new people the Mane Six have met and had endeavors with. Thousands with their own stories she could take for granted, having heard them thousands of times. Hearing thousands of ends.

For once, she actually built something in her life. Her own kind of cottage. It took a lot of thought and where to put it down. She had the “brilliant” idea of putting it near her old castle and this new school of friendship. So she could watch afar the actions of her variant and this universe’s fate. She had lived here and terrorized here, it was the only place Sparkle could call home. To keep her occupied with such things, she took on the job of being a gardener.

Yes, a gardener. The most scary job to man. Only true warriors could gain the title of such devilish work. Planting plants and flowers could be the most boring assignment in the world, but she had never tried it before now. Boring was much more appetizing than killing day by day.

“Why am I doing this?” She said to herself.

Still, it was peaceful. For a while anyways. She wasn’t accustomed to talking to the ponies and creatures she slaughtered without a thought of respect. A thought of conscious. It was just action or death back then.

Always wearing a purple cloak under her shining grey head, she barely spoke to anyone. She was the hermit on the hill and she was proud of it. Nobody bothered her, and it was the silence she always liked after the wars and raids.

Once more, the morning set. The moon went to rest as the sun went to gleam the sky in it’s mellow glory. She couldn’t think of the sisters in royalty anymore, just phonies with some crowns on top of a castle she could rock in a few hours if she ever wanted. The title of “Princess of Friendship” was little more than a pitiful joke to her.

She spoke in a grim manner as she got out of her sofa of a bed. “I guess it is time to get supplies. Fuck.”

The trek to Ponyville wasn’t too bad, it was much easier than previous versions. Continuing, she met too many on the path. Many more faces than she realized there would be. Ponyville became more of a city in this realm, she couldn't expect the olden days of a small, quiet place. Walking the streets, it was filled with life she couldn’t experience very often. Love stories. Games. Students. Friends.

She spoke deep. “Sugarcube Corner should be around here somewhere. I hope Pink isn’t.”

She spotted the bakery as she spoke once more. "Bad memories. Very bad memories." Twi said to herself resisting heavily to pull out the Katana out of it's hiding spot and make the walls there blood red for what she had saw before. But, she hoped this Pinkie was different. She went inside and it smelled of cinnamon and the most favorable cakes to memory, but it was beaten down by the figure beyond the counter. The Element of Laughter. The All-Slayer sighed. Pinkie spoke with the tone of a cat screaming to the All-Slayer when she first noticed her. "Hello there, New-comer!!"

The Slayer went silent against the most wild person there could be in Ponyville and Pinkie protested to it. "OH, the silent type. I get you!" Pinkie Pie said as she was preparing another dish on the spot.

"Hm. Could I possibly get some wheat pies?"

Pinkie still tried to cheer the uncheerable. "Sure Stranger! But what's your backstory like huh- adventures for all- secrets that mustn't be told out loud-?"

Sparkle spoke rough. "I'm a aging mare. That is all."

She took the Pie from the earth pony, almost yanking it.

"Don't you have friends to share it with??" Pinkie Pie said. Now that just made the Slayer angry. She stormed off with tragic memories, slamming the Corner's door as she left. Pinkie Pie was clueless to what transpired. "Did I say something wrong?.."After that excruciating embarrassment to her, she traveled back. She galloped her way through the stone paths, the rivers and dents on the grounds of Equus and through the little sites she couldn't have admired in the past.

"Hey there!" As soon as she could admire it, another familiar voice spoke behind the cloaked warlord. "Who may you be, ma'am?"

She turned around with her hood facing the dirt. It was Gallus, the Griffon. "Oh! Hello there little Griffon, I'm from Manehatten."

"Manehatten huh? Pretty cool stuff!"

"Yeah. It sure was." She answered. The last time she visited the grand city of Manehatten, the streets ran with blood and gore splashed on the sidewalks and stores. She walked further from Gallus but as soon as she remembered she could fly, Gallus flew right infront of her. Her purple hood still down. Gallus questioned it quite a bit. "Why the hood? You hiding something under there?" The old Princess quickly responded. "Oh I just love hoods, and it's quite hot out here. I need to protect my hair."

Gallus walked back a few steps feeling a awkward presence. "Oh sorry ma'am. I need to go somewhere anyways. Doing chores ya know?" Sparkle replied. "Yeah.." The grey griffon flew away, and she was relieved. Approaching her cabin, she saw something.

She spotted something in the distance,

Someone was at her cottage. A child. A simple foal picking certain flowers from her garden and putting them in their basket. Intrigued, The-All Slayer took steps closer as silent as she could be. As soon as Twilight was upon the little kid, she spoke behind them. “What are you doing here, Child?” The kid jumped and turned around fast as ever. He spoke as the shadowy form took shape. “I.. I was .. picking flowers.. Ma’am. For ma collection around Ponyville.. ya see?”

She eyed the tiny basket without blinking. “Take a flower, and go.”

“Or Grogar will get you!” The All-Slayer put up her hands to give a more frightening appearance to the filly. The foal opened her mouth as wide as the old lady could see. A tear of shock dropped on the ground as they ran away without the bucket.

“Well, that was unexpected.”

Great, she now alarmed it. That goddamn Cutie Mark. Something she noticed a lot on herself in the past. She never got it herself, thankfully. It must have been as annoying as Celestia sending letters which way. Whatever, it didn’t matter. She tried to think of the clock in her bulky head. “Hm, what is the bloody time?” As far as she knew or could remember at least, she never got up until the sun was fully up in her bedroom window. More grumpy than usual is what she liked to see. And now she waited, for who ever showed up.

At last, someone arrived from the shadows of the morning sun.

It was a familiar sight. Familiar pose. Familiar face. The face of hope not vanquished. As she stood on the top of the Hill, she was like the light of the sun herself. The sparkling Alicorn made her way down the slope to the quite expansive garden acre.

The All-Slayer peered at her walking. “There she is.”

The Purple Princess traveled further as she eyed the cottage and said something The All-Slayer just couldn’t make out from her expression. She took one of her hooves and knocked 3 times on the wooden opening looking for an answer. The Knock echoed through the floor of the lodge so you could hear it from everywhere.

The princess spoke beyond the door. “Hello? Anypony in there?”

The old Slayer closed her straining eye as she remembered that young, sweetheart voice. “Heh. “Anypony”. Guess it’s time for this world’s decision. Like all the others.” Putting a magical cloak above her head, the one-eyed Alicorn stepped to her front door. Twi then greeted her with some pride. “Ah welcome. Welcome Princess.”

The Princess was surprised. “Ah. Hey. Have I seen you before?”

The All-Slayer smirked. “.. I would have thought so. I’ve heard of you, Twilight Sparkle. You and your adventures with the Mane 6. They are intriguing.”

“Hm.”

Still smirking, the All-Slayer questioned the questioner. “Why have you came this morning, Princess of Friendship?”

The Princess steadied her voice for the conversation. “I’ve had reports of bad luck coming from here. From a certain somepony.” Twilight continued. “We don’t need that in Equestria. No kind of person deserves it.”

“I’ve been growing my garden, and “anypony” can’t simply come and take them you see.” The All-Slayer said.

Sparkle eyed the plant life even more. “I see. Have you ever thought of getting a fence for that wonderful garden of yours?” The One-eyed lady pondered as she stared with her. “Fences don’t make life grow further. But, please. Come inside. It would be an honor to share some tea with you miss. Any time with a Princess is quite the time.”

She opened the door wider for the Princess as both went inside. The Cottage was smoothly polished, rugs and carpets lined the mosaic-like wood carved walls. Pictures of certain places lay scattered among the corridor, places that didn't even exist in this world.

“Did you craft all of this by yourself? It looks like a vacation home from the Yaket Range.” Princess Twilight was fascinated by this. The All-Slayer was inspired alright. “Here. Take a seat.” The All-Slayer pulled up two chairs next to a flaming fireplace, a portrait of Princess Cadence in her crown smiling down at the two of them. “Right by the fire.”

“Well thank you .. miss. What exactly is your name?”

“You can call me Miss T.” As the All-Slayer poured some green tea for the both of them. “Well thanks, miss tea!” The Alicorn Princess winked as she took the cup and drank little by little. It was a delightful coincidence to be shared. There was silence between them as they both stared, drinking from their porcelain teacups. Their eyes met in a gaze. Company wasn’t something she had in eternity, but it sure wasn’t the company she expected it to be.

The Princess put the cup down and asked more from the old lady as the fire raged onto a inferno. “Miss T. I can tell you’re trying to be very secretive with me, and that could work. It could not. I would rather not have things be secret, Miss T.”

The All-Slayer squinted her one eye. “Secretive you say?”

She grinned. “Why do you hide under a hood, ma’am? Everyone deserves a face when talking to me. I’m a Princess with no bounds to prestige.”

"Faces don't matter." The hooded Alicorn said looking at her porcelain cup. The tea almost looking like blood.

The Princess disagreed. "Well of course they do. You wouldn't remember anyone that way."

“Alright. Alright, Princess. I will take it off. ” She smiled as she took off the cloak head. Slowly, but surely. The Alicorn Princess basically flew out of the chair with her wings and took a few steps back. She looked abruptly shocked and didn’t have the words to respond to the figure in front of her. She eyeballed the old Alicorn for a long time.

The All-Slayer chuckled. “Ah. The familiar walk back from me. Always gets me from variants.”

Words were spurted out from Sparkle’s mouth. “That- Th- That’s insane.” Princess Twilight was slightly amazed. “Multi-dimensional travel is an art only practiced in extreme conditions. No mare or unicorn or ALICORN can produce such power.” The Princess came over and abruptly grabbed her cheek. Almost like she was going to gnaw on it.

“What are you doing?”

“Seeing if I’m Hallucinating.”

“Touching your hallucinations aren’t going to do much, dearie.”

The Princess’s hair was as extreme as the All-Slayer’s grey mess of a bun under the hood. “Ah-hah! I knew it! Just work stress! Just some kind of trick played on me! Little rest! H-hah. No Dimensional drift on the fabric of reality.” The All-Slayer’s expression didn’t move an inch. “I wish it was.”

“How.. And Why.. I have so many questions to ask.”

“From Peace and for peace.” Those five words sparked more interest as Princess Twilight looked puzzled as she mentioned it. “For peace?” The All-Slayer remensined on the all the moments she exactly sliced her own variants. Some gory. Some deserved. Some downright merciless. She couldn’t sleep with all those memories and couldn’t think now, since she hasn’t talked to “herself” in ages.

“Yes. For peace.” The All-Slayer repeated. “I’m.. I’m not the kind of Twilight you would be expecting.” Did she just stutter? Right in front of something she killed hundreds of times? Innocence in one pony body? Was she scared? Or scared of what she’s committed.

“I’m not the best.” She whispered.

Twilight smiled a little, telling some advice that could help others in her world. “You don’t have to be the best in anything, just have fun doing it all! Other me’s and other people are always good at having fun in at least something.”

The All-Slayer looked up at her. “I killed hundreds. Thousands.”

Princess Twilight dropped her mouth a little to just think of what the old Alicorn said. It hit her deep, wondering how she out of any pony could be a killer. Almost putting her hoof to her mouth.

The All-Slayer glared with sin as she sat. “I bet that will bring in more questions.”

The Alicorn just kept staring at the cloaked figure, sorta shocked. The Princess of Friendship just couldn’t imagine herself killing or harming ponies much. She has seen versions of herself before, but not like this. “How long has it been that you would.. forget your title, or never get it to begin with?”

“750 years.”

The Princess talked behind the chair as she realized the number. “Tell me what happened. Everything.”

The All-Slayer sharply replied as she got up from her chair. “Things happened.”

“Over 750 years, you don’t even have the courtesy-

The Princess of Friendship was abruptly stopped as the All-Slayer spoke more words in front of the blazing hearth. “Because this is just another world. Filled with emotions. Time. Life. I did things for.. Revenge. A lot of things you wouldn’t understand here.”

"So this is just another world then? To you?" The Princess said. "When will you leave?"

The All-Slayer looked at the mural on her wall of Princess Cadence. She was almost like a second mother to Twilight, always checking up when Celestia didn't even if she was busy with duties in the Crystal Empire. Her shining spear of a crown, her mixture of blue and purple in her mane to fill in the tan. She didn't deserve what she got. "Multi-Dimensional travel is a hard thing to get into, Twilight. I would think you would know this."

The royal Alicorn objected. "Then, HOW DID YOU GET HERE?"

Old Twi spoke. "Magic. Isn’t that what’s out there."

The Princess looked like she missed a event. "Don’t joke with me."

"I’m not, Twilight."

"Oh you aren- Someone abruptly opened the cottage door with magic as the purple unicorn talked. As the All-Slayer turned around from the flame with her elegant cloak, both of them saw who came through the Hall into the fireplace, almost running in. It was Starlight Glimmer, with tangled hair. It looked like she just came almost getting mauled by a Timberwolf, pacing around. She was panicked but kept her expression keen. “Hey Twilight, I was told you were here and.. And..” She looked over to the old variant looking at her from the fireplace. “Y-you didn’t tell me you had a long lost twin..”

Twilight frowned. “I don’t, Starlight.”

“...” Starlight was more quiet than Twilight could ever be. “Well that’s.. Something.”

The Princess started her own conversation, minding the double Twilight and all to focus on her student. "What exactly happened to you, Starligh-

Much interrupting, Starlight spoke again nervous. "HEY, that doesn't matter.. for now.. I think this matters much more than what's going on outside. Hahah." Starlight turned over to the grey knot of a unicorn. She bowed down a little. "It's a honor to meet you from another timeline, Princess Twilight Sparkle."

Twi gawked at this gesture. "Don't call me Princess."

Glimmer looked up again with a surprised look. "Oh. Sorry, ma'am. What would be your name then?"

"Slayer."

The Princess moved her head, looking at the floor in shame of her version as Starlight stopped in her tracks. "Slayer huh?.. A interesting name." Slayer went silent, as she peered into Starlight's eyes. When was the last time she shared with her own? She couldn't remember.

The Slayer spoke once again. "Yes, it is."

Starlight had a stroke of evil in her mind just left for these questions as she talked with admiration for her savagery as the Princess just looked. "Why did you leave your world? Was it getting full of people trying to hunt you down all the time?" The steel-hearted unicorn in her thin cloak knew the answer. "Everyone died. Be it pony or some other creature."

Starlight talked. “Everyone died? How?”

The one-eyed Alicorn closed her left eye, getting annoyed at the talk of killing. “They were slain. All of them.”

The unicorn questioned this. “All of them? I would think some escaped.”

All-Slayer thought about it for a little as she walked back and forth through the elegant room. Not all of them were murdered. Especially the Unicorn standing in front of her.

“...”

“Is that a no?”

Twilight spoke with some mystery in her fading heart. “A few went missing.”

“Well that doesn’t mean they are dead silly.” Starlight laughed a little. “Some would have survived.”

Twilight annoyed and depressed, sighed and talked more. “I’m not sure they would like to see me.”

Princess Twilight talked once more. “How bad could they be?” The All-Slayer reflected on those cherished moments. She blocked out the noise and pondered that Starlight wasn’t dead. She was too smart to get that kind of treatment. If she could say it now, much more smarter than she ever could be.

The Princess commented once again. "Sigh, this is getting nowhere."

"Now Princess..." Star whispered something into the Princess's ear.

"Right. Uh." The Alicorn spoke to the Slayer. "We have other business.. I will definitely talk more with you! S.. Slayer.." She definitely still had trouble accepting the fact. The duo left quickly as Twilight breathed a sigh of relief getting that heavy annoyance out of her cabin.

The tired old Lady sat in the chair again, looking at her wine cabinet. "When will they learn? .. When will I learn?"

[Dreams]

A passageway into the soul. Into the Immortal mind.

A time to recollect for Twilight. The Chosen. The Star. The Fallen Princess. The Murderer. Vile.

As she laid on her fabric of a bed in her hazel cottage, she took off her eye-patch and unwrapped her bun to reveal the scar of the past. Trauma was a leash without bounds. Laying there, the darkness took her. She soon fell unconscious into the casym of her own mind. Sluggish, It was always scattered. Always cold. A tundra.

She concentrated. She felt the cold. The Breeze that day. Chilling into her spine. The everlasting sight of a barren place with flakes of snow as blood dripped into it.

"Twilight.. Twilight, please wake up.. please..." A old kind voice whispered fanatically again and again. "I beg you.. please."

"Rainbow... My friends.." The All-Slayer whispered back. She opened her eyes to see her stiff friend staring into Twilight's empty soul, her face as messed up as any of them, looking frightened. "What could I have done? What could I have done Rainbow?"

"I made.. graves. I took revenge.. I helped Equestria see the truth. Over.. and over."

Dashie bled from her nose as she walked back into the fog unnaturally like her bones were broken. "Saved one."

Twilight Sparkle closed her eyes as she struggled to move, tearing up inside and outside. She curled into a ball of grey and purple as snow fell. "If I couldn't be there for my friends, then why did I SURVIVE!?" Her heart was always broken, hammered away. "Please.. say something. Someone. I.. I don't deserve to be called Twilight Sparkle. I don't deserve to have this cutie mark.. I don't deserve this life."

She pleaded with her own mind. "Please.. I can't live like this.. I can't kill for joy anymore.. revenge that was done years ago.."

Dashie whispered once more from the fog. "You still have time."

She laid there for a while, in the hard ice, freezing herself to death. She had to kill herself to leave her own pit of dreams. Her conscious faded into reality once again as she opened her eyes seeing the morning light from her bedroom window. She put her pillow on her forehead as she sat there. "Ugh. Nightmares are my dreams now."

Weeks pasted. Months. The Gardener was always bothered with questions from the friends of Princess Twilight, it was at least something from killing them. She intercepted topics from all across the universe, answering sometimes in grey as there was just some secrets she couldn't have shared. Memories she couldn't break down even if she tried. The All-Slayer stained her memory with death.

Canterlot has seen much better days. And this was not the day. As Raul arrived. With his horde of minions. Another monster of the abyss like Twilight was. Born from the Lake of Eternity, he seeked taking the light from the sun and the moon to fuel his own rage to fight others. A six foot giant, he wasn't someone to toy with. And he sure wasn't taking retirement. He took the castle of Canterlot with a Iron Fist and burned all below. Taking Shining Armor and his trusted ambassadors from his visit from The Crystal Empire.

He had black grizzly hair and large scars on his neck. He breathed and talked once again. “For a Kingdom, for a fucking Empire that doesn’t mean anything.” He killed Shining Armor as the first person without remorse. “It means nothing.”

That starry night, Twilight was drinking wine while reading a book using her magic. Reading wasn't much she did anymore, but she could go for a good horror story sometimes still. She could still remember her Library in the old castle, without bloodshed and with Spike there always. Her relaxed reading was interrupted by knocks from her front door. The Knocks were extremely distressed. The All-Slayer put down the wine and put her hoof on her head. "Agh, not another one." She looked from her chair and got up. She opened the cottage door to reveal a quite fizzy haired stallion. His blue eyes looking fearful of everything between. Of course Twilight heard the news of Raul, but she could care less.

Twilight spoke directly. “Now, who the hell are you?”

“I'M PARTY FAVOR. NOW LOO-OK. THE MANE SIX HAVE DISAPPEARED. N-NOBODY IS HERE FOR DEFENSE. NOTH-ING- ING. NOT EVEN STARLIGHT!”

Twilight looked at him. “Good to know. Now get off my doorstep.” She closed the door on the sucker, as he pleaded in the garden. "PLEASE! I was told you could help, Slayer! I.. I'm sorry for saying anything wrong miss! I .. We need help... We need something.."

The All-Slayer spoke again behind the oak door. "BE QUIET."

“...” The All-Slayer was silent for the most part wandering her shack. Every time she blinked, she saw another land grimed by her gruesome ways. Bursting. Stabs. Snaps. Poisons. All disgusting. Anytime the Slayer "helped", it was for more death. For her own sick pleasure. Addiction was the right name.

She wasn't the heroine, no Princess of Friendship. Just a one-eye killing machine with barely any purpose. But for a time to use her own skills to actually help. That was something out of a fairy tale. She would take it, for the friends she never could help.

She frowned and thought in anger. She went to her wine cabinet, moved it out of the way, throwing it into the air like fury as all the drinks crashed on the floor in a roar. A box was hidden from view under the boards. The Gothic box in front of her had a design of silk and carvings of white roses.

She opened it on the wine spilled floor. The Katana of a murderer layed there. She held it in her hands once again. Her hooves shook with all the blood spilled on the single thing. It resonated with energy, fury and importantly, power.

“Ah. Grifor. No dust?”

The claid was polished like it was never used. The Sword of Vengeance. So sharp, it would cut bedrock like paper. The Katana had a mirror you could see other worlds in if you looked into it for long enough. Powerful to grasp how things could turn out. For over 750 years, it has stuck with her for some kind of reason she never knew. Perhaps her story wasn't just over. Sometimes it would disappear on her to help others in a different plain of existence, but tonight was not the case.

The Party Favor guy was still there, waiting. She went outside irritated, and cut off his horn. He groaned as the All-Slayer in her cloak left him on her yard.

"Time to go. Time to go do something."

[Canterlot]

As she arrived to the scene. The Kingdom was sacked definitely, a inferno swept the attacked town and none of the princesses were seen. Still the remains of Celestia's royal guard tried to breach and fight off the hordes made by Raul. She came upon two of them at the front.

“Princess! Princess Twilight?.. What- What’s with the new hairstyle?..” The Guard remained suspicious. “And the Eye-patch?”

“Grifor. Come.” She spoke soft, but her look was death itself. As soon as the words were said, the blade flew into her hands. She looked at the bright blade for a moment and then sharply continued. She decapitated the guard right in front of her. His blood spraying into the air. “Good as new.” She continued her trail as she charged the other guard and impaled him with Grifor, not even taking a look at his bleeding mouth and nose as she swiftly ripped the blade out. The All-Slayer smiled a little and forcefully remembered. “Right. I’m supposed to be the good guy. Hah. Damnit. My lust.”

Royal Troops still followed behind her as she gave the command. They reached a large gate, oh it had been awhile since she had done this. She casted a ancient spell of illusion that allowed her to see through walls. "About 31 Guards, men" The All-Slayer said as she looked back. She stood still as she had done this hundreds of times before. "Just try and not die, boys." The starting raid was chaos, Hundreds were ready to attack and to defend the fallen city. Arrows flew like rain and houses were massacred. The one-eyed Twilight lead the charge, slicing men in half, and trying to dodge arrows and spells. It was a bloody good time for her, you could say as she got older at this she enjoyed combat more and more each time. She just got the feeling it wasn't so right anymore. Even in good light, she felt her repeated, vengeful past fueling her race towards the Castle.

They finally got to the Equestrian Castle, the weakened men were magic-choked by Sparkle and she proceeded on. She went along the ridiculous hallways of Canterlot once more. “This never gets any better in design does it?” She thought. “It’s always a damn maze.” She already knew it was useless to check the other rooms in the maze, so she proceeded to the Throne Room. The Halls were a mess, blood covered everywhere and there was hint of fire and flesh. As Twilight reached the old Throne Room, She happened to stumble into a mere mess of warriors about 5 in number.

"Some more practice for a old lass." The self-made Samurai said as she drew the ghostly Katana again.

After men dead and many flesh wounds inflicted in that hallway, Close Combat was key in this situation, and Twilight out performed to show she really was a legend not to be messed with. Red flowed through every passage. The All-Slayer sighed.

The huge door was worn down with arrows and marks of swords, like ponies tried to come in earlier. She went inside as The black stallion reached one of his hooves to a neck of a royal guard. He was practically holding him in the air. "Captain Storm-Feet. What a funny little name that is." Adrenaline rushed him as the Captain choked.

“RAUL!” She shouted.

“Ah. I know that parched voice very well.” Raul snapped the neck of the guard he held, making the sides of his neck twist and bleed onto the carpet. “Perhaps too well, All-Slayer.” He turned his head gracefully. “Good to see you.”

Sparkle kept looking at his form, his scarred neck. “Yeah. Good to see you too..”

The black bearded Stallion contested with his almost darkening eyes. “What’s the matter? You look shy tonight. I feel like you don't got the same energy as I do.”

“You shouldn’t mess with inter-dimensional travel, Raul. You know that.” Twilight spoke with annoyance. “Absolutely anything can come from there. And I don’t want to be facing another Demon.”

“The worlds I went to were filled with dust and death. I think you would know different dimensions better than anyone here, Slayer. Do you really care about what you face anymore?”

The All-Slayer didn’t blink as she listened, her glimmering blade shining in the moonlight.

Raul spoke. “For 5,000 unconquerable years, Twilight. For 5,000. I searched for the only thing I ever cared about in this bloody multiverse of lies and “happiness” that can’t last forever even if it tried. Not vicious ways. Not for killing. Not for your damn lust. Just for the light that wakes us up every morning.”

The old Alicorn stomped her feet. “You aren’t getting it here. There is barely any Equestria left because of you. The Mane six are dead correct?” Raul laughed. “Hahah, you overestimate me, Slayer. No. I couldn’t take them even if I tried. They are in Tartarus. It will take some time for them to come back, but it will already be too late.”

Twilight protested. “Will it?”

“I don’t want to fight you, All-Slayer. Never have. I don’t want you in my way either.” Raul admired her patience. “It would be a tragedy on both our parts. ”

Twilight’s eye glowed in a blood red shine. “It sure will be. I couldn't care for Equestria, but I at least care about what they will face after.”

His voice was dark and crooked. “If it’s a challenge you are looking for. I can provide much, much more. I must do what I can.”

The All-Slayer responded. “Of course.”

Twilight closed her eye and threw the Katana straight for the malicious monster. “Try your best.” As the blade reached him, he turned into smoke and ash taking the form of a black, infested dragon. Raul was a shapeshifter. He could use his magic to bend his body and mind to his will, changing him into different forms. They began to brawl heavily.

“LET ME TEACH YOU SOME MANNERS, RAUL!” The All-Slayer said as Grifor hit the nose of the smoke dragon, letting Raul go back to his normal form with a sliced nostril.

He smeared the blood around his mouth and laughed. “Hahah, I love the smell of blood. You know this.”

This beast of a stallion ran up on the All-Slayer, grabbing her feet and tossing her like she was nothing more than a rock, throwing her up far into the air of the palace glass. Her back smashed against some of the tapestry, causing glass to cut her all over. It hurt like a motherfucker, but that was the least of her problems now.

"Now do you like blood like I do, Slayer? You've been granted a opportunity." Raul said. "A opportunity to fight me without the power of the sun and moon by my side."

The All-Slayer still tried to grin. She didn't care to talk. Raul caused quite the stir after that, the stir meaning most of the Canterlot Halls getting demolished into rubble.

Their fight lasted for weeks. Twilight keep fighting for the sake of it. It wasn't for revenge. It wasn't for the aftertaste. It was to prove to herself she could be different, after so many years of constant hate and joy and the sense of retribution. It was only stopped by a few breaks. Both of them broken to the brim and bruised. No rest could have helped the carnage that swept the land under them. They made their way to a plateau of sorts before Twilight, with her bleeding hooves and cut up face, took Raul's head and headbutted him with her horn, ripping off his peeling skin even more.

He fell back on the stone plateau with some force. He moaned and spoke. “We always cross paths. We will again. You might have killed many worlds, but .. you missed one.” The Broken Raul fell onto the ground, becoming a part of the soil.

“Hm. Bastard.” The All-Slayer barely could handle her blade or even talk. Her hoofs gushed scars of blood. Her chest with holes of wounds. Blood in her mouth. She sat down on a boulder in her ruined and burnt cloak, looking at the war they created. A sun and moon never coming down and a sky filled with red. What did Raul mean by missed one?

She couldn’t stay here much longer. Onlookers looked horrified at the carnage done to their country and the Mane Six would be much more than furious. Yes she could kill the royal student and princess, but she never got to do it easily. She was still impressed that her young self could keep on fighting even with odds. When the others were involved, it was much harder. Good thing they never had the time to bring out the Elements of Harmony. She definitely couldn't face them now, she was barren. They were so kind.

“W..elp.” The All-Slayer stumbled. “Guess it’s time again.”

It was the end of her here. But she could still bring some fear into the soldiers of the army just staring at her in the ash and blood of their leader. She walked with her sword like a cane to reach one of them, and automatically sliced his eyes open so they cried blood.

The Slayer looked at the stain while her cloak blew in the wind. “Oh, now you’ve done it Grifor.” Raul's grim Soldiers tried to surround her, but only to have their bowels dissected with the blade. It wasn’t a tough fight. More like fighting bags of meat.

She thought about what Raul and the others said. Mysteries in her head. The head of a forsaken and Immortal Twilight.

'You missed one-...'

'Some would have survived..'

It was all connected. Starlight was alive, she could feel it as one of the only feelings she had left in her heart. Her Starlight survived.

Twilight got out the Invictio as best as she could. She smiled as her reflection shined on the locket. "Well. It is time again old friend." She pressed the switch and everything began shaking and twisting around her. Her vision became a vortex of distorted memory and color, her mind was warped like many times before. "Close your eye. It's better that way." She said to herself, closing what she could and holding onto the sword with all her remaining might in the tornado of color.

“If I care about anything. It’s about seeing the end.”

Part III

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Grim-Dark Content - Beware

Background Knowledge: It has been two years since The All-Slayer regained the Blade of Vengeance. Since then, she has been looking for her only friend left from the massacre by following certain dimensional clues. Starlight Glimmer. The road has ended softly, but the bloodshed of the forgotten and forsaken Twilight Sparkle continues.

Darkness. What can begin from not having the courage to go on. It is always that way and it is the same for this tale.

The sun dawned on a winter’s day.

Clouds covered most of the sky as the sun still phased through as a sparkle... Flakes of snow appeared on the ground and on the water. A waterway flowed agilely through the chunky blocks of frozen water, 2 ice walls on either side dividing it as a icy passage.

Water flowed as blood flowed, softly.

A boat passed through the river, the boat didn't seem sturdy enough, held together by magic and extra nails through the sides. It looked like it was ripped off straight from a bigger ship. It trying it's best to avoid the ice blockades lining the shore. The figure paddled with a slimming sword as their violet cloak protected them from the disdainful numb that was the cold. For awhile, the figure rowed the blade with their hands across the water. But as they sat onto the boat more, they used their worn horn to pull the claid up and down from the side carefully not to crash.

"Sigh." She looked at the water again. Her grey foamed hair was the most she could see.

She saw something, fire. Lights. Civilization.

She pulled onto shore with a forbidding intention of grief, the boat fell to pieces after her. She was on the beach of a winter town in the middle of absolute nowhere.

"Hm. Almost like a ghost town." The figure mumbled. "Convenient."

The streets were foreboding, she saw the stretched spiral of a Equestrian chapel as the highest point. The rest was covered by the previous snowstorm.

There was a bar labeled as the 'best' in town. The tavern seemed like a pleasant place- Well before Twilight Sparkle walked in and looked at the amass. Tables lined the stall and- "OH A NEW MOTHERFUCKING GUEST! Some Bitch from thee Victorian Sector heh.." A Stallion shouted harshly from the corner with his drinking 'mates'. "Nice cloak there - It will only get you so far.. in the snow."

She ignored the grotesque stallion.

The cloaked lady began to speak across the entire saloon. "Do you know anyone by the name of Starlight Glimmer? Anyone heard of that name in here?"

The barkeeper thought to himself. "Don't think so, ma'am."

The annoying brute spoke once again.

"Now who might ya be? So far from home- heh. We ACTUALLY work here refugee."

She put her head down as the frigid outside sweeped into the tavern behind her. Again.. and Again. Could she get more angrier than this? The argument was only starting and she was so angry at nothing but a insult.. She slowly pulled out the glaive on the fellows staring at her complex. Controlling her anger was not something she could do easily from all the tiny outbursts that led to massacres in the past. The slayer stomped her foot down on the wood as little splinters came out.

"Oh be quiet tha sum of you!" The barkeeper looked stressed and bummed out at the apparent bastards. "However, yes. May ya be our new sheriff? If so, sorry for all the ruckus! What's yar name hun?"

“Death.”

She charged them.

As soon as she entered. All of them were going to be dead anyways. She didn't care.

The tracks were getting cold at this point.

So cold.

So many days. So many months wasted. So many years disappeared from her extended memory. It was a annoying click that never satisfied her in all the conquest she had taken. It was the blood of the wolf. The outlaw that never remembered how to be the Element of magic. Never setting up the throne. She now knew what it was like to be King Sombra - Alive for centuries, failing over and over at the same damn task they were ment for.

The Church stood in front of her. Her robe flying in the winter wind as she looked at the spiral once again, with the sun and moon embedded as symbols. Of course, she didn't go into Churches much. The Slayer found no value in them besides burning them down.

"Gods. Princesses. Hard to say which is more gullible." The unsatisfied Slayer whispered. "Burning in fire.."

She went inside the Cathedral, the bastion of 'light' and 'peace' as she settled down in one of the back seats watching the mosaics on the walls and proud ceiling. It was warmer than she expected. She looked at the portraits of Celestia, Luna, and even figures like Tempora as they were staring her in her putrid face. These Princesses all brought hope to the world, and function that no ordinary pony could give. They all brought their stories to the light.

[Mural]

Then she saw herself. The purple Alicorn looking to her side, sharing a big old grin. With the rest of them.

Could it have been like that? Just for her? Just for that vanquished timeline? She wished..

Smiling as her crown was topped on her head..

Being with the people she cared about so deeply.

The Princess taking the throne in cheer and trumpets as crowds applauded.

Celestia looking at her student with success..

Putting her hoof to her chest, to feel her heart beat with RED love. With actual friendship.

She thought about what her dreams said years ago. She still had time. Then why did it feel like she wasted the opportunity to every single second after? Trying again and again for the universal footsteps Starlight left behind. Leaving blood in her wake that amassed to more prowess and respect instead of finding her damn friend. Redeeming herself in a pile of blood just wasn't working. Her fate and quest was pointless to the brink. Her dazed eyes and wicked bun came to a realization.

Why was she here? A failed clone?

Why! Just why! Why did everything have to end with her?

Twilight couldn't take it, the mistakes brought her down. The days of ultimate failure. It was only grief and depression now.

She fought her ego.

Starlight was always dead it seemed.

Sunlight was too.

Addiction was the only important thing she had.

It was time in her mind. Time in that cracked history. The time for judgement from down below. She could have done it as soon as she woke up in that tundra.. right there with her friends.. but she continued to be spiritually dead.

"Sigh." She took a sigh of dissatisfaction as her eye closed. There was barely any luck for her these past months.

"It's gonna to be alright without me." She became more depressed as she drew Grifor from his holster. "Caused so useless damage. Devastation. For blood-lust unknown." Twilight looked at the shine of the katana she rose from that wintry pit centuries ago. The blade was still in perfect condition, after being in so much harsh shit. No dents, no dust, reflection as clear as a mirror. "And you've been with me the entire way. Witnessing my massacres." The one-eyed warlord barely whispered. "Witnessing my death."

"Sic Temper Tyrannis." She said to herself.

The One-eyed lady took the handle of the blade to her jugular as she held it there with magic. She breathed in and out .. as she slit her throat.

She felt like she did a grave mistake but it was all part of the plan. The pain was harrowing as the blood turned into a waterfall of her own blood. She created her own gore as she tried to hold it with her hands as the liquid poured. She knew screaming would hurt even more, but she couldn't help but take it all out on the worlds that doomed her into this nasty end of tasting blood through her mouth.

She tried sitting down, but she more than fell down after that action. It gnawing at her skin as she laid.

She looked at the ceiling as her eye flickered with the gushing substance spilling more and more from her deep rip.

The church twisted and turned like she was underwater, floating deeper and deeper to the bottom. She was sinking.

It was black.

Twi.. you think this will be a good trip?

The alicorn Princess spoke with a smile as she looked over to her by the table, compassion was all she knew at the moment. "I wish I knew Fluttershy. But hey, the Princesses never disappoint with adventure." Twilight looked across the table as she continued to talk with Fluttershy and the rest of the gang. "Right, girls?"

The entire table was filled to the brim with a breakfast feast every Pony could enjoy, it was a good start to the travel as there was conversation.

"Hehe. Like they could." Pinkie squeezed a laughout.

Rainbow Dash divulged. "Well let's face it, they don't want to get captured AGAIN!"

"Oh Dashie." Applejack blushed. "Shucks, hopefully they don't strike us with a bolt of lightnin' right now."

Twilight turned around from the harmony map as she saw Starlight enter the room. The tricolor unicorn spoke passionately as they walked up towards eachother. "Hey sister."

"Haha. Stop calling me that!"

Glimmer and Sparkle got closer as they beamed in animated nature.

"How's the trip plans going?"

Twilight grinned. "Oh! Oh! Well! Very well in fact, we have direct coordinates and where to dig for camp and such. It will be a heck of a chilly one up there! Celestia reports it won't be too bad. I've never been too good with calculating the direct weather myself."

The unicorn laughed as she put her hands together to clap. "Enjoy your time in the mountains! The Crystal Empire will surely provide some consolidation and most importantly, food!"

"What? Food? I got pancakes right here silly!" As Twilight took one pancake from the table and ate a piece of it. "Saved for entire WEEKS! What other kind of advice would be granted?"

Starlight rose up her hoof.

"Do you remember our mark still?"

Twilight responded. "Of course." Twilight raised her hoof up. "Only we know it. Our friendship could pass dimensions."
Starlight winked as she also raised her hoof up, the soft symbol was transmitted on both of their hoofs.

"It sure could."

Did she wake up?

Twilight thought she always had her one eye open, but that's not possible. The old unicorn thought she was always in a slummer. She blinked once more as she heard movement further from the darkness. Someone knew she woke up at that moment.

A dark green thorn came and struck The All-Slayer by her shoulders as she seemed tied up to the brim.

It ripped into her flesh as she moaned in pain as the thorns ripped further into her skin and cartilage. They wrapped and flooded around her body. It was putrid and squeezed her like a gummy of flesh and bones.

She took the thorn-like body cramming and bit into it with her teeth. It grinded her mouth and lips like concrete. It tasted bitter, like Iron. With the grip of her teeth, she chomped down the piece of engrossed branch wrapped around her. It was like biting into skin, as it bled sharply. She cut the bleeding and discomfort with her bare teeth. Wiggling fiercely to get her teeth through as her tongue could feel and taste the sanguine flowing. The monster behind the wrapping screamed like a animal, wailing.

It dropped the Slayer with her cape on what looked like a floor and automatically withdrew into the walls. The place in front of her eyes had a cave like appearance as stalagmites and stalactites formed around.

“...” She couldn’t say anything, her lips were bruised and cut like razors. Blood was in her mouth and nose. She pulled out the Invictio, but it was corroded.

The bowels of reckoning, she dared not smell through her nose the horrific ‘air’ that flowed. Blood and steel was what was made apparent here. Though, instead of screams of groans. She heard silence. Dripping. The scary part was like she was alone down here, chilling into her spine and hair. Her mind was blank as it flowed with basic information.

Why was she here again? She remembered a pile of blood and that's it.

She would use Grifor for the gloom in the hideous cavern, but she neither had that or any place in her mind to concentrate. How long has she been here in this place already? Questions couldn't fill her mind. She pressed her hoof to her neck as it seemed just fine, as well as her eye. (Not the other one somehow). She continued along the wall, touching it as her only way to see in the dark pit of the place.

"I .. need to .. keep.. on.." As she tugged on her purple tabard, wrapping the rushing nosebleed in it.

Twilight mumbled to herself as she could deliver mild speech. Through corridors, of stairs and ghastly architecture laid around the.. city? The world? A long nightmare? It was harder to tell. The society that lived here had no coherent sense. The bags on her eyes hastened.

The flesh was molded into the walls, bones used as structure. Skulls as poles and corners. A cannibal's lair? Unimaginative but it was all she got.

She spotted a bleak out cross. She trembled to the out-cove as she saw outside of the 'room', miles and miles of what looked volcanic. It was expansive as it reached to fog. A figure sat on a rock, his brow looking depressed as he shaked and mangled himself. She couldn't remember who he was, if they ever met. He looked at her and spoke like he was gasping for air as his eyes bulged, at any moment popping onto the floor. "Twilight? Do you know who I am? What you did?"

She blinked. "No."

He exhaled through his broken lung. "How can you not remember? How many could you have killed?"

"I stopped counting in the first decade."

"I see. I see.." He twisted his deformed head like it was made out of clay. "Where are we, Sparkle? Tell me this."

The Alicorn did not know the answer. "The afterlife. I killed myself. I think."

"We are IN HELL."

"Everything is twisted. Every.. memory.. I know not even my own name." The deformed pony shed tears. "Not my own name.. youngling."

"How?" The old alicorn asked. "Things are not what they seem." Blood flowed from his mouth and from his bloody tears as he couldn't blink. “We are mice. Mice..” After that, Twilight could have killed him but he left him be. No sense to kill the tortured.

Hell. Should have known from the top of her head. Whatever the fucking old bastard was saying. It was true. The All-Slayer did deserve Hell to begin with, but she thought she would have some recollection of being here. Her own death. At least seeing a army of demons go past or the moans of lust. She read much on death. Well, whatever the afterlife told it was just stories. Being here seemed unreal because it was. Imagining her own destruction seemed like a wish.

She resumed with her stroll through the underworld, now a bit more mindful of what was happening. Her memory was still cut in half and her bruises plenty from that close encounter with that fucking rope monster, but she knew she was in the deep. It couldn't get too boring here all things considered.

A sanctum came closer, it was more of a catacomb. Skulls watched the steps of every visitor. The matted ground even had a sense of death as dust was everywhere to be seen. A voice called out.

"Whoever that is. Come here." A pony awaited as he looked at hammered skulls of the dead.

"What, another broken figure have to describe his thoughts to me?"

he turned his face to the left-

It was Raul.

His massive appearance freaked the old lady out, the shadowy figure she had beat sometime ago fully rejuvenated as he gawked with those black eyes and almost burning tail. He wore bronze plating for his boots. "Raul.. how are you in the underworld?"

"AH! All-Slayer." He took time to say his words from his croaking throat.

"Good to see you. My only weakness is tea. Green fucking tea. One sip and I am on the ground immovable, Twilight Sparkle. You know this fact. Some fake Princess Celestia poisoned my cup with it! The faithful one would know not.. I cannot die.. but this is like a fade into what it would be like. A temporary portal. I cannot walk around much before it is done. But once I do, there will be resolving to these actions. Much resolving." The black-haired stallion looked at the All-Slayer again. "How did you end up here?" The company between them became more of a conversation.

"I.. don't know."

Raul didn't change face. "Alright, guess I am your 'tour' guide. Old friend."

The one-eyed frowned. Her grey posture looked ready to punch him whenever for their chaotic meetings, but she couldn't possibly let the info go to waste. His foreign tongue was like voodoo. "Slayer.. do what ya must here. You will need to cross the prisons. It is for every sin that you commited. Be prepared for chaos."

"I have always been"

"Yes. And you seemed to have die somewhere along the line saying it."

".."

"Listen." Raul spoke out. "Don't lose yourself here. Not like Pestilence did. Your one of your talents than thousands of generations ever could be. One of the many, but few and far between them all. You understand the pain of time like I do." The Slayer raised her eyebrow. "Right?" The black bearded Stallion then handed her something. A coin made entirely of melted crowns. "What is this? A bomb? Did I just touch a damn poison from you?"

"No. I never joke." He said with a straight face. "It is a token from a Equestrian civil war. Keep it. You now have my respect All-Slayer."

She looked at it closer. The ponies were shaking hoofs.. It was for peace. It was for friendship.. Raul always called the wandering killer 'Old friend'- It was not something she enjoyed being associated with. Always found the lil' devil annoying. But now.. The All-Slayer now had a friend. Now, not just alone in immortal suffering. She didn't know. The veteran Princess just didn't know how to accept someone caring for her.

"Get on with your quest, Raul." The unicorn looked down.

"That is so. I must do what I can. I am War after all." He finally blinked. "Goodbye."

Raul went on his way as the Slayer looked at his back- She didn't know if she appreciated the advice or was getting tricked. Either way, she needed to recommence the trip. The abandoned tunnels turned into halls which turned into fields of glass and sharp rock.

One hoof shook up the dead from the ground.

Skeletons. Rising from the ground of ash. Oh, how generic could that be? They had nomadic symbols and tattoos all over themselves.

Flesh was still attached to their skinny bodies as their eyes had been mashed or liquidized, spilling everywhere. The undead rose towards her in a cracked fashion, dragging and carrying their bones with them. She grabbed the first and broke the cranium of the first undead mongrel by shattering it into a nearby sheet of rock, it's head breaking into the same. She had to run, The All-Slayer couldn't fight all of them as they were amassing in a fleet, ready with all sorts of weapons and body parts.

Tensing up, the army of the undead was not too far behind as she tried to climb a headlong cliff. Her body and mind capitulated to the point. Goddammit, if only she had the sword.

Magic. Twilight had to use magic now. Which spell was it? Twilight thought hard about it through her frost covered head. Through

Avara..

Yes, Avara was the word.

A bright flash of light appeared, golden in color.. It was a damn frost giant! A creature undiscoverable. Well, she wasn't expecting that at all. It helped much. As soon as It was released, it vanquished as much as you think with it's blizzards. It kicked around the piles of bones until they were dust in the ground. It had no trouble disposing of the vile zombie want to be's.

The caped one continued climbing the rock, breaching her skin with bloody cuts. She felt something big grab her leg.

It was the goddamn frost giant! It wanted more to fight she guessed. Wanting to hang on with dear ol' master.

She kicked the monster with the back of her foot. "Get away from me, you foul bitch.”

The frost giant was stunned as it was shunned by it's own creator. And through that catalyst of events, sat as it melted.. Into water and flesh inside.

Finally the top of the tiny mark in Hel. It all looked the same but she needed to continue going somewhere. She had strength for some reason. "Ahh..." Her hoofs looked gruesome. Her hair even more! Dungeons and mazes of prisons followed. It seemed like never-ending halls of cells. The prison was filled with a uneasiness, as rotting walls mixed in with bars of iron. The first cell the All-Slayer got to, a rabid Macintosh slammed against the cell bars and screamed with so much contempt as it looked like he was brushing his teeth with barbed wire.

"WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE ME, SLAYA! WHY! MY MA! MY SIS!"

She didn't even look in his direction as he begged more and more for her to 'save' him. There will other figures locked forever away in their cells. The next cell up was Rainbow Dash. She had no wings, a ripped belly and fucked up hoofs. She could barely talk, moreover breath but she kept a dull expression of life on her bloody face.

"Y..ou didn't save me in time.. Pink.." She closed her eyes and moaned in pain as the pegasus held her esophagus and falling stomach from dropping to the floor.

Twilight shook her head and continued down the spiral of the cell of bodies. It became more of a mental ward throughout as it became more and more refurbished, just like going through time. There was the master of the bell himself, Grogar. But he couldn't say a single word, his tongue was cut from the mouth. He just stared with intensity. She stared with intensity right back.

"Grogar huh?" She spoke. "Bells are too old fashioned."

She clopped away, leaving him to his rumbles.

Everyone Slayer killed was here somehow in someway but she couldn't check every single damn corpse. But she sensed it just wasn’t right. Out of thousands of Starlights, none of them seemed to actually know her. They were just afraid in the corner or back-talking her to the heavens (I wish it was true). It was a bit strange.

She followed the path of apparitions. The cloak illuminated her cut up face.

Howling wind grew only louder as she approached a door of sorts labeled with a pentagram. Moving inside, she could hear voices from the deep chasm.

Miss T sneaked from behind as her bun wiggled. Through a hallway of deeper superstition and walkways that made barely any sense, like a labyrinth. Nothing made sense here. Hell wasn't relative.

It was a demon. Or what looked like it from the stories. Black horns coming from the sides of his head. Wings of a vampire. It seemed to be a craftsmen & blacksmith as well, making various pieces of charcoal from a molten pot by it's side. A mysterious vigor was on the table.

She snuck, or began to until the Demon turned around to face her. It's eyes were a shade of grey as it's nose stretched a a dopey length. A sickness was upon him, as he drew boogers from his nose.

The All-Slayer peered. "What a ugly one."

He began to speak in cryptic code. She couldn't understand what he was saying.. where was she? Something happened to her but she continued towards the mirthless thing in front of her. As he said more words, Sparkle smacked the demon's mouth and continued punching it under the chin and lips until it was a mass of bleeding gum in her scarred hoofs.

Then Sparkle looked more into the substance in front of her, as she drank from it without thought or mistake.

...

The old Alicorn was shocked, flooded. She could feel everyone's memories. Her first kill. And all her murders played out on both sides. Brutal. passionless. She- she drank more of the liquid. The old lady recalled. Hell was a place for forgetting.

She remembered why she killed herself. All the horrifying actions. All the dreams.

"Glimmer." Twilight widened her eye. "Glimmer.." She paused for a split moment, recalling her fate. Her mouth dropped a slight bit.

She seeked the truth.

The Demon's memories led her to a truth she thought she would never find, The All-Slayer dragged the dirty beast and chained his injured body as she dipped molten gold onto the whore. It shrieked.

The merciless Alicorn got it finished. The body of the demon was a gore and mangled, burnt flesh and gold.

She knew she had to get out of the underworld some how or another. She had people to see.

"NOG NG LLLL AH'N'GHA EPSHUGGOG!" The clashes of feet slammed her mind in a heavy-hearted way. Was that a rally call she heard? It felt like thousands of voices became her head and mind as it gashed. It made her go nauseous, nevertheless old Twi ran back from once she came.

There were Demons now seeking her by name. They found her by the entrance, ready with their bawling expressions.

The Spell! She didn't finish what it could be completely, but since she regained her conscious she wanted other thoughts. "Let's.. try this again." The Twilight stumbled but kept her posture and breathed- "Avarai wu." The head honcho of the posse had his brains freeze up in his own head. The ultimate brain freeze. It yelled out for a few seconds and fell on the ground lifeless. The others bum-rushed her but they were met with the same fate.

From the awful posters, she saw something from the edge of her eye. A poster of Grifor beheading certain Equestrian figures.

What a surprise. Sparkle was praised in Hell. Or atleast the sword was.

The necropolis sprang with insane nature as more recognized the tales of the killer.

As she continued to brutalize creatures and bring beasts down, a little demon came around. It gave her a note that read:

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Dear Princess Twilight,

It is a honor to have you on our grounds.

Your underrated service to Hell won't go unappreciated or be deemed as remotely unrespected.
They all had it coming eventually.

Let's have a party shall we? A toast for your arrival?

It will be soon.

-Abbadon, Event Duke of Hell

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[A Visit]

"Event Duke of Hell." She read the phrase to herself. "A party man?"

Suddenly- A flash of light engulfed her. She was teleported to the place itself. It reminded her of the times in Yakyakistan. The structure was definitely sophisticated, but built from tribal hands over the ages. Splatters laid the foundations as there was pressed marks everywhere on the floor, like they were put there when concrete was still solidifying. It made the ground really stupid to walk on as she slipped a few times. The slayer proceeded to some-kind of massive bonfire. Lights made it look like a industrial rave of sorts, white, gold, pink flipped on and off occasionally.

There was a ominous figure, drinking from a pagan-like goblet. He looked unsteady from his appearance as he grappled with himself.

"Welcome to the House of Lies, Twilight Sparkle." The pale duke saluted. His gruesome hands had seen some work, they looked partly chewed off. His face didn't look so well off either, as it had been whipped several times before and he had no eyes! It made for a irremediable appearance. "There you will see sinners boiled in black tar pots - and over there lovely corpses being eaten! Ah cannibals, you must enjoy them while you're here. True dinner for champions alike!"

Old Twi garbled. "I've never eaten ponies. Not enough sanitation for it. Only for desperate times."

"Desperate times? You are tellin' me you've never felt the compassion to.. eat one of your pals? Or emotion? Some kind of sick goal? But desperation in troubling times? Quite boring. Sigh.. Let me introduce myself first. I am Abbadon.. a general of hell. A duke of it if it was ever a monarchy."

"Hmm.. good title for anarchy. Sounds like the wealth is on blood."

He opened his mouth and expressed his rotten teeth. "Are you judging me.. in this moment? Very lovely of you! I love insults! It's quite joyful. "

The Slayer cleared her throat as he saw his completely shark-like teeth. "I mean.. it's not a bad title."

He roared. "What is, Twilight! You have your own! Said through the places of folktales! The All-Slayer! THE ALICORN BUTCHER! Hot-fuck, I loved when you gashed out the teeth of that Princess Cadenc-

The All-Slayer peered at him. "I want out."

Abbadon paused in his sentence. His orifices squeezed with tears of pain coming out. "You want out? There is no out. Only salvation and luck." The bonfire behind them only grew higher and higher as it reached the top of the stone structure. It was truly hellish as the workers walked in a trance around it.

"Quite clique."

The demon argued. "No clique here. Just facts."

"Facts can be changed. Everything can. It's the matter of how many lies you will be told before then."

"Hmph. I would know it better than you, being here for countless millennia. So much better than that 'life' you are trying to catch again- and you're exactly right. But in Hel, there are forces. Forces of ultimate sin. Not that easy." He came closer to her and whispered in her ear, she not even being phased. "There is something beating within you. Explore.. the power of the mind.. It is sleeping inside you. Memory is a thing taken from prisoners here. So they can never escape. Not even from their own mind. We could have kept you here forever.. but there is something to sacrifice."

The Duke held her head and closed his useless eyelids. "We don't have heroes. We don't have mercy.. We don't give creatures a good life. But neither do you." Abbadon opened his dried sockets again.

The demon smirked. "Heh. I'll give you another chance. Since the blood you've sworn has fed these useless freaks for decades."

The pale skin of the slave master just became paler. "For thou to escape. You must take my heart to escape from the gates. It is the key. Any royal demon has the ability to provide these keys. Most would strip your flesh outright before having anything to do with it.. but I'm.. more composed." The slaves and other dwellers got up slowly to look at this intervention.

"Ah. That's why you have stitches. Couldn't reheal."

"Hahaha. Yes. The process makes it the weakness for immortality. The severe punishment given." The demon stared at his chest. "It's a challenge not for the light of heart." He held his hand where it berated. "They try. But I don't get resurrected too many times, Sparkle... Not by dumbasses."

She looked at the heart and at her bruised hoofs.

"Kill me. Take my heart."

Raising his eyebrows, the duke assured the All-Slayer. "Do not worry. I will come back in a another thousand years."

Sparkle blinked her eye. "Exciting. I don't care."

"I know you don't!.. Well, go on!-" The duke pressed his chest forward.

"Great..."

She took a breath, whatever that ment in this world, and gradually pushed her hoof forward through the bandages bit by bit as it stuck onto her like a spider web. It was busting into planks of wood, she even had to punch it a few times with fierceness. He moaned in pleasure as the All-Slayer tore through the stitches on his heart and took them out, gashing blood on herself as she's done countless times. He had a plain smirk on his face as she mutilated and twisted his heart from his veins. It was like nothing she grabbed before, it was like rubber. She ripped it out with the force of a thousand bulls, like a buzz-saw blood poured. Abbadon looked emotionless.

"You know. Everything get's twisted here. Time and shape. But you proved spirit."

"Damn. Now the void. Enjoy the heart... You.." He fell over. "earned it bitch."

With magic to help carry the heart, Twilight scared off the watchers and maggots.

"Fuck. I have to carry this scrap some other way." She lacerated a cloth and wrapped the bleeding heart around her flank as a belt. "There. A brand new clothing line."

She fought her way through the structure at a time. She ran up the coated steps of a flight of steps, using magic to push monsters down as Slayer kicked their heads open. Puss was more apparent than blood as it sprayed her leg. Twilight got out of the tribal fissure and straight into a new one. The fog she saw earlier drew closer and there was nothing but corpses that formed hills. Old twi and her cape crossed the pits, a pegasus tugged on her leg and looked at her.

"Are..you a angel?"

"I did come from a church." The Slayer pushed down her eyebrows . "You can say I'm Hell-bent."

"Ahgh.. Bles.." The wounded fella couldn't even say his words as Slayer left him to his own decline.

The ancestral gateway the cloaked alicorn walked up to looked tribal as well, bones hanging from rope and markings everywhere:

! Ph'nglui epgoka gn'bthnknyth ymg' mgepmggokaog !

"Really hope he didn't just get this tore out for a lie." The Slayer expressed as she looked at the organ. "Let's see where this goes." He took Abbadon's heart and placed it in the hole. It lit up for a short time before the elevated gate opened to only a mountain of dust.

"I guess more climbing for me."

She climbed the steep incline of rock and asphalt. Light finally appeared as she was sucked into it.

She felt her body crushing within itself, rattling in a twisted form as she was 'rebirthed'. Mangled without any kind of stop. Bones tangling as what seemed like a seizure.

The first thing Twi felt was the cloak on top of her, guess she came with it in surprising circumstances. It did hurt, but not as much as having fucking spikes pierce her to wake up. She opened her eye once again, she was on the floor of some jamboree. She was in a ballroom with the audience just looking appalled at what happened, their eyes gazing at her form as some glasses were split. Her cloak soaking up blood with a hint of wine.

She looked at one of her hoof, it was completely red as more hemoglobin dripped from the rip in the middle. She stood up as best as she could, feeling her own weight could crush her down.

She was alive, once again. She breathed the air. Clean with a hint of wine and growing insane crowd talk.

She looked around once more as she saw in the corner of her eye, Starlight, spike behind her and the two princesses of the light. Starlight looking as brutally torn as her, scars across her face as fear and confusion was smeared onto her face. Her mouth was in shock, as it opened.

She awoke into a new body as it reformed into hers. A dead Twilight. She still had the damn eyepatch. It seems at another battle to break time itself.

“I .. can still win Twilight. If this is just another form of yours.”

She just kept staring at the crowd, her zombie-like posture as she got adjusted from this out of body experience.

Glimmer talked once more, her skin turning ghostly. “I hope you changed for the better.”

She focused and closed her eye. "Grifor come."

She raised her hoof in the air as- the blade came back.. Fading into existence as soon as she needed it.

The universe didn't want this to happen- It made the blade screech as space and time scratched the immortal blade. She just didn't expect it as she looked shocked.. The blade was still clean as a mirror besides the lined scar that developed the entire side of the claid.

"Well.. atleast there is no dust.."

All of them looked like they saw a ghost.

With a drooling face of blood and eye as deathless as her’s, it was difficult not to look away. Now they were frightened, scared like the rest.

She looked over with a hungry face.

“I don’t care to fight petty. Get out of my way.”

She turned around and saw about a dozen guards coming into the festivity after her and the mess of red apocalypse.

The princesses stood their ground. "We'll fight until you're ash."

The pestilential figure turned around. "Cremation is one of the harshest."

She walked like a corpse up to Starlight, and as she charged her spell, The blade of Vengeance sliced it open as it turned into two balls of magic. The All-Slayer aimed for her foot to take her out of battle as it was sliced like a slice of meat. She tripped over it and moaned on the floor with the bloody stain as her hoof was cut completely off afterwards.

She teleported out as the Princesses gasped at this nonsense.

She teleported by a river. Pain was in both the Slayer and the claid, she could feel it bleeding.. Twi crawled to the shore, being absorbed by the flow of the thermal stream. She fell down as she looked at the countless stars above. With her bleeding hand, she pressed it against her heart as she felt the warm heartbeat besides all of the grueling suffering. What a strange thing. The All-Slayer appreciated life more it seemed as water flowed through. The invictio could be patched up- but for how long, she didn't know.

Things happened quick. For such a life Twilight had, she could tell she had atleast some fun.
"Hmm." She looked at the scratch at her blade. "Scratches. Cuts. Scars. We both have them now. We still have a goal."

Twilight, the All-Slayer

by Thurnis