Long ago, I was impressed into serving the Dark Emperor Grogar. When he was defeated, I was punished for my servitude with imprisonment in Tartarus. Chained to a tower and left to my own devices for a period of time I had long since forgotten, I was certain I would never get out.

But as fate would have it, Cerberus, the eternal guard dog of Tartarus, would abandon his post, leaving the gates open for anyone who wished to escape. Taking the opportunity, I now found myself free to roam the world once again, along with the chance to start my life anew.

That is, if everything goes smoothly.

This story is a reimagining of one of my previous works, Havoc. You can read that too if you want.

Criticism is allowed, so don't be afraid to say negative things about this story.

If you are a newcomer to this series, I just want to say that this story is a prequel to Havoc. Recommend you read that story so that everything in this one makes sense, and ensure you won't be completely lost once you start reading this.

Ever since the world of Equus was created, the mortals who resided in this land have worshipped five Gods, along with their Creator, Mother Faust. Faust had recruited these Gods out of other realities, where they had once lived as lowly mortals themselves.

Now given the powers of Gods, these five individuals now help Faust watch over the mortal realm, each specializing in different factors which govern mortal life.

These individuals were:

Zerstörung, Goddess of Havoc and Suffering.
Sol, God of the Sun and the Harvest.
Selene, Goddess of the Moon and Dreams.
Apophis, God of Chaos and Trickery.
And Terra, Goddess of Life and Order.

But what do these individuals do when they're not surveying the mortal realm? What do they do behind the closed doors of the Pantheon? What are their personal feelings, thoughts, and concerns?

Well, you're in luck, because this story will answer all of these questions.

Told ya a prequel was in the works! So here it is!

Criticism is welcomed!

The Storm Kingdom was left in shambles after the demise of their King in the Battle of Canterlot. Rebellions skyrocketed across the Empire, leaving it in a perpetual state of war in an attempt to keep everything together.

Equestria and other nations snatch the opportunity, bringing an endless amount of aid to all rebels, while not directly involving themselves in the conflicts.

As the situation was beginning to worsen for the Storm Kingdom, their new King decides to open peace talks with Equestria with the hope of ending the violence, but then a new figure decided to put his hat in the ring.

He is feared by both the rebels and the Kingdom itself. Everything except his name is virtually unknown in Equestria and its allies. But what the rebels named him should be enough to tell what he was going to do.

They called him... the Butcher.

Just a short one-chapter story. I don't intend to make this full.

Thanks for reading, and criticize if you want to.

This story is a sequel to Havoc: Godhood

My mortal life was like any other; live, eat, drink, sleep, and make sure the ever-looming fate of death doesn't get you earlier than it's supposed to. But I digress.

As anyone could guess (and know), my life would eventually meet its end at the hands of death, earlier than it was supposed to, in fact. But instead of Being whisked off into some afterlife as I expected, I was sent to a magical land, filled with colorful and talking ponies, among other species, who's personalities often featured great naivety and an amazing amount of gullibility.

I was also given many new powers as well. Powers in which, to the ponies' eyes, were very much godlike. Well, scratch that, they are godlike. As well as terrifying.

"Why would they find them terrifying?" you may ask, and I'll tell you this, would you like it if you saw thousands of people murdered in in a blink of an eye right in front of you? No? That's why my powers are terrifying. Because they kill more than they heal. They caused. . . havoc, if you will.

How did I cope with this new purpose of being a Goddess who thrived on the suffering of others? Well, by the time I'm writing this, I have gotten used to it a long time ago, probably about millions of years past. So instead, I'll start with when I broke out of that stone prison those ponies put me in. A lot of things had changed since I was imprisoned, and I was a little eager to find out what.

Oh, and don't worry, I'll also explain how I became a Goddess. That just comes a bit later.

Criticism on this story is welcomed here. I'd like to know of any mistakes and inconsistencies.

*This story is now cancelled, and is currently being rewritten as The Ancient Arcanist.

I've been a Pokémon fan for a while now. And by how much I play it, you'd correctly guess that I was addicted to it.

But all that changed, as one night, while I was sleeping, someone decided I wasn't good enough in my world anymore, so they turned me into a fennekin, and then just dumped me out into a land of magical, talking ponies.

Perfect! (That's sarcastic, by the way.)

(I don't own this cover art, so I don't take credit for making it. Also, criticism is welcomed)

(Story now cancelled to work on other projects)