The Wolf and the Unicorn

Authors foreward:  As a fair warning, this next arc is why I have flagged the story for sex.  There will also be gore.  I'll go through and try to tag the sections with adult material with a series of asterisks just in case you want to skip them.  The only reason it is going in here is to further the story.  There will be no explicit material in this chapter though.

“You never know how much you really believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you.” ― C.S. Lewis

How I came to be in this room, I have no idea.  White spreading into infinity as far as I could see.  Wonder if this is what purgatory was like.  The staccato drip of my blood hitting the floor was pretty much taking all of my attention.  It was all I could do to watch each droplet hit the floor and slowly taint the pure white crimson.  Entrancing really.  I don't even want to get into how awkward it is to be able to literally poke yourself in the ribs from suddenly growing several fist sized holes through my torso.  Nothing hurt though.  Obviously wasn't hell, as my former boss wasn't here with me, and heaven would be lesser for my being there.  Where the hell am I?

"You are everywhere, young one.  I do have to ask though, which name do you prefer I call you by?  Your birth name, or the one that you have adopted?"

The sudden voice surprised the hell out of me.  It was something you would expect to hear when you died, but at the same time, you felt it as well as heard.  Literally your eyes vibrating from the sound that came from, well, everywhere.  I did have to chuckle a little bit as it sounded somewhat like Morgan Freeman, and that is just too ironic.

"You find my voice amusing, do you, " as the voice quieted to a more conversational level, " it has been a long time since I have had one of your kind here.  You did not answer my question however.  Which name do you prefer?"

I looked around trying to find the voice, but nothing but white and a few crimson drops were around me.  Annoying really, but if the gods want to talk, you talk.

"I prefer to go by Hex, if you don't mind.  Figure the old name went to a person who doesn't really exist anymore, literally and figuratively.  Dare I ask which of the gods you are?"

"Over the years, I have gone under many names.  Some you would recognize, others you worshiped as a, how did you people put it, pagan.  Yes, Pagan.  That's the word I was was thinking of.  You mortals are always so creative with your words and it gives us such enjoyment to see.  To answer your question though, I know you are expecting the God of Death.  Iblis, Baron Samedi, Cemetery, Lucifer, that lot.  Depending on who you talk to, I am both Mother and Father to Celestia and Luna, El Shaddai to the Jews, Sekhmet for the Egyptians, you get the point.  Death is just another beginning.  I do not cause death, I am the final end."

"What do you mean, The Final End?" I asked the elusive voice.

"Simply put dear child, and make no other thought as you are but a child to me, I am the Destroyer of things.  I am who you must convince to spare you from dissolution.  My dear brother Death has spared you once by allowing this to happen.  Now you are in my domain.  Your actions will speak for you.  Arguments do nothing but waste air, and I grow tired.  Let us see what your past tells us."

The white surrounding me began to ripple and flex and fade.  Darkening until only the darkest black remained.  A black so dark that the candle of one's soul could flicker and fade and never be noticed for all of eternity.

I was back outside again.  I...I remember this.  This was back when I met...her...for the first time.

"Is it now child?  This is one of your strongest memories, both good and bad.  Speak no more, and let us watch."

My lips were unable to move, a response stuck in my throat.  What I get for trying to argue with a god I guess.  I was standing outside my old high school watching myself.  God, (sorry) I dressed like an idiot.  Seriously, who wears hawaiian shirts to school?  Anyhow, I was leaning against the brick wall outside, enjoying the short Alaskan spring and the shade of a freshly sprouted birch tree, when I saw her.  Well, to be honest, the first thing I saw was her ass.  (What?  I'm a guy you know)  Tight blue jeans covering a yoga toned ass.  I mean, she had long, flowing blond hair to her mid back, crystal clear blue eyes with just the right tint of silver.  Either way, I knew I had to have her.  And as usual for a high schooler, I completely fucked it up.  Epic fail, weapons grade fuckup.

"Hi, my name's..." as I stumbled and accidentally copped a feel, my hand sliding across her ass as I fell.  No time to apologize as she kicked me in the gut hard enough to make me see stars and walked away.

"Pervert," she spit out.  At least I got another good look at her ass as I tried to catch my breath.

"You humans are such a strange species.  Your mating habits are chaotic, along with social interaction and society, yet can create such amazing things in such a short time.  I am intrigued, however, and wish to see what happens after.  This moment shaped your entire life after all."

The colors of the former school began to twist and shear as reality spun again.

Suddenly it was three years later, and I was standing in the senior hallway.  The burnt orange and navy blue lockers still disgusting after so many years.  Amazingly, either my memories or the god had incredible recall, as details I had forgotten popped to mind as I saw them.  The ratty carpet and scraped white tile floors, security glass on the windows, and that one flickering light that just wouldn't die.

Oh crap.  This moment.  Why this moment?  This is when I asked her out.  Ten years later, I'm still nervous, and she is still beautiful as always.

"Hey Elena..." I started.  I always tended to stutter around her, even after we were married it took years to shake the habit.

"Oh, hey!  Whats up?  Hey!  My eyes are up here!"

Apparently I started staring at her cleavage.  Only a B cup, but as the years taught me, still plenty of fun to have around."

"Sorry!  Sorry.  I was wondering if you wanted to grab a movie sometime?"

Her full lips parted, as she sexily purred (in my mind,) "I'd love to. Hellboy is coming out if you haven't seen it yet."

"I've actually really been wanting to see that.  I guess I'll call you later and set everything up?"

As usual, reality started to ripple and flow, kind of reminding me of MC Escher on an acid trip.

"So, it took 3 years for you to conquer your fear of her?"

"You are a god, you should know it is mind over matter and all that.  My mind was confused by her feminine wiles."

"A convenient excuse, I am sure."

The colors started to recede slowly, and I immediately knew where we were.  Probably one of my best and most embarrassing (to watch from the outside) days.  The tinkle of the shower running was my first clue, coupled with the soft moans coming from within.  If this bathroom could have been painted with an emotion, it would be crimson from all the spent lust in that room.

Speaking of which, "Um, God, I don't know if you have a form here that I can't see, I don't recommend leaning on the sink.  Or the toilet.  In fact, just don't touch anything in here.  Trust me."

My statement was met with silence from the invisible deity, which made things even more awkward.  More so as the glass wall of the shower evaporated with the steam from the shower and I was left with a view of myself and Elena in a rather *cough* intimate position.

"Come on guy, are you seriously trying to torture me with this?  You KNOW what my situation in equestria is.  Stop being a fucking dick.  This hurts to watch and you know it."

"Very well, Child. if that is your wish.  Before we go, you must tell me what happened here, before events take us there themselves."

"This was the day I proposed.  During our fun, I pushed her against the wall of the shower and told her she was going to marry me.  Happy?"

"That is not the complete story, but I will not have it said that I am not a merciful god.  This was your ONE objection however.  You WILL follow the threads of your life from here on out, or I WILL end you.

Somehow I had the feeling I royally screwed myself over.  Especially since I knew what was coming, and I would rather watch this scene unfurl a million times over then watch that once.  But the dic... er... God, gave me no choice as things spun a direction I didn't want to go.

"I love you," I whispered as reality faded, and tears dripped down my cheeks.