Prologue
Thunder. Thunderous booms is what the citizens of Griffonstone heard. There was no rain on this night, but yet the griffons stayed inside their home; shutters and doors locked tight.
Scratching. The sound of talons and claws scratching on stone. Hienrick, the local blacksmith, ran for his life. He was sleeping soundly until he was woken by the sound of mechanical whirring and his front door being ripped apart.
Another bang echoed through the night. Pain ripped through Hienricks right hind leg. He stumbled, almost falling but his will to live keeping him at least limping.
"One. One count of murder." He heard a slow, synthetic voice echo behind him. The sound of steel on stone coming from behind him. Hienrick's attacker had a slow gait, as though at leisure. Hienricks breath was getting ragged, his mind growing weary. He was running in the shadows, bleeding from a heavy wound on his leg. He cried for help, his voice as ragged as his lungs. No one opened their doors to him. He ducked into an alley way, hiding by a group of trashcans. The thick metal construction should help in blocking the incoming projectiles.
Silence. The night was still. The only sound present was Hienrick's breathing. He might be able to survive this. If he lost his attacker, he might be able to seek medical aid. After that, he'll skip town an-
Agony flared through his shoulder as the mechanical whirring returned. The trashcans were reduced to scrap as a circular saw on the end of a hefty pole tore through them like butter and sliced into his shoulder and to the bone, painting the ground brilliant crimson in the light of the full moon. "Two. Two counts of rape."
Hienrick fell back, clutching his shoulder. He was about to try and flee, but a heavy metal sabaton stomped his other shoulder, pinning him to the ground on his back. He could clearly see his attacker now that he was staring face to face with them. It was a creature that was bipedal, thick bodied and broadly shouldered. It's body was completely covered in armor, no flesh exposed. The armor itself was constructed out of scrap metal, with a skeletal motiff. The helmet was in the shape of some sort of skull, its face plate's mouth contorted into a rictus grin. From where the armor would have gaps, a dim ice blue light flowed forth; bright blue in the eyes. Those same eyes got brighter as they stared into him, seemingly at his soul. "No guilt detected. Time to cleanse the world of another rapist."
Hienrick cried out in desperation, "No! It wasn't me, ya got the wrong griffon!" After this exclamation, the force of the boot on his shoulder doubled.
"You can not lie to me, Hienrick." The griffon's eyes widened at the mention of his name. How did it know? "I can see your soul, and the sins that are tethered to it. You are a sick monster." It lowered it's head towards Hienrick's face. "Did she deserve it? She was just a young mare, barely even twenty, trying to carve a simple life out of this place." It made a slow sweeping gesture with it's saw. "And you felt it was your right to take it from her!" It pointed it's saw directly at the griffon's face.
"She was just a pony! A lesser creature. We griffons deserve to be at the top! She thought she was my equal, so I put her in her place." Hienrick saw no point in hiding his sins. They were already lain bare before this beast of metal.
It kept looking at his face, it's eyes unwavering. "You abducted her when she came to you in her hour of need. You locked her away after having your first go at her. Then you raped her again, then killed her after she tried to escape." It's saw began to spin again, but was pulled away from his face. Then it was lined up with his griffonhood.
"NO!! Have mercy!" Hienrick cried out.
"Is that what she said in her final moments? Before you butchered her and devoured the remains?" The searing agony began in his groin as the saw sliced straight through his griffonhood and continued up. His mind began to break when the saw kept going and disemboweled him. His vision blurred as the blade continued, grinding and slicing his sternum in two. He knew no more as the blade exited the top of his skull. Before his spirit could move on, the creature took a small scrap metal skull off it's hip, it's eyes empty. It gave a silent chant as Hienrick's soul was sucked into the small skull, causing it to contort into a griffon skull; the tiny skull's eyes now alight.
The creature let out a sigh as it took it's foot off of Hienrick. "It's going to take forever to clean the gore off this blade. Why do I always insist on poetic justice?" It examined it's saw, the metal gore coated. "It might just be easier to replace the blade." Before it could examine more, a blue glow came from behind him. He turned and saw the soul of an earth pony mare. The apparition silently walked past him and looked at the body, her nose wrinkled in disgust. She also showed relief, however.
"So it's finished, Necromancer? He's actually dead?" The spirit began to weep, overjoyed that her murderer was brought to justice. The creature walked over to her and put it's gauntlet on her shoulder.
"Yes Lemon Drops, it's over and justice has been served." It's synthetic voice sounded the same as earlier, but somehow carried a tone of sympathy behind it. Lemon Drops wrapped her front legs around his waist, still weeping. "Now go to the light, young one, a happy after life awaits you. Away from pain and suffering. Dance among the stars alongside your ancestors." It said, gesturing it's hand toward the starlit sky. Lemon Drops let go of it's waist, giving it a sad smile before fading into the night sky.
The scrap metal armored creature stared up at where Lemon Drops faded before hearing a small clicking noise on his shoulder. Chuckling, the creature gently pulled a spider off of his shoulder. It was about the size of a tarantula, and made purely of metal. It's rear end was made of a small scrap metal skull that glowed. "I know you wanted to play, Vlad, but you know that you are the peaceful and painless end. This piece of shit didn't deserve that end." The spider made a small hissing noise in his palm and threw it's front legs up, as if to say 'fine, whatever.' Laughing, he began to continue his trek, the sun beginning to peak over the horizon. It's beautiful rays illuminating the Scrap Metal Necromancer's handy work. The spirits told him of a more peaceful existence in a land called Equestria. It couldn't wait to get there and start a new life.