It begins.....

Pain....that's all I've known for the past 27 years, ever since I was 6 years old.

My father's clan, annihilated, my family, butchered, death forms where I walk. There is no peace, no salvation for me, for all I can do is try to atone for my sin. 'One last job' I muse to myself, 'then I'll see them again.' The past 27 years haven't been kind, picking up a new stab or bullet wound three times a week, but I hardly even register them, I only remember I have them when I touch the scars. Yet even though I've become a walking horror show with a matching past, there's two things that keep my mind intact.

First is the clans teachings, stating the forbidden use of firearms, that blades and arrows are the warriors' way, but I've taken it even further, I only use the weapons we're all born with, my fangs and claws. I've had my nails and teeth changed respectfully to make better use as I kill those who've made my blacklist.
Second is a T.V. show that torments me yet keeps my soul aflame, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I don't devote myself to the point where I'm a, what're they called again, BRONIES?, yeah, a brony, but I do watch the show enough to make others think otherwise. There's two reasons why I even tolerate the goddamn show, first is the fact that even with the most evil villains attacking, it's pretty damn peaceful in Equestria. Second, and the more important reason, is that my little sister by 20 min. and I watched the first two episodes the day before the everything went beyond Tartarus. Needless to say, I watch it to keep her memory alive.

Since I was 10, I've taken jobs that deal in death and rescuing innocents, I may have failed to save my life, but that doesn't mean I'll fail to save theirs. I have been hired countless times by the military, CEOs, country leaders, just to name a few publicly known clients, mainly for 'under the table' jobs where they can't be involved should I screw up, which I have yet to do. The job I'm on now is commissioned by the jointed effort of the army, navy, airforce, and marines to find and kill any and all nazi reminents in a base they discovered, they don't tell me where, saying it's 'classified', but I know they just don't like me.

Reason they need me to do it isn't because they're chickenshit or lazy, but that the reminents are mostly American and they don't want anyone to find out that their own countrymen turned Nazi. Normally, they wouldn't even tease at the idea of using me, since I've often been called a devil or even as far as a cannibal for the state that I leave my victims in after I finish a mission, even though I'm a human, but they need no friendly casualties and all enemy casualties, so that leaves them with little to no choice, but to use me.

I don't ask nor want payment, after this I'll join my family in the afterlife, where I'm sure I'll be tortured for eternity, just as well, for I don't deserve salvation.

They offer an escourt, I accept, if just to give them peace of mind. On the way to the drop point, one of the troops, a rookie by the looks of it, decides to break the silence that had been hovering in the air for the past hour.

"Excuse me, sir?" he asked.

I look up, showing my red serpentine eyes, in acknowledgment.

"They wouldn't tell us anything about you, so forgive me for asking," I nodded for him to continue, "but,....just what are you?" he asked with noticeable fear of me, understandable.

"The death of my enemies." I answered in my demonic like voice.

All of them jumped at the sound of my voice.

"N-n-n-no, I-I-I-I mean y-y-your prof-f-f-ession, I-I-I-I know t-t-that your a m-m-mercenary, b-but n-n-nothing else." the same rookie clarified, albeit shakily.

"You wouldn't know even if I told you."

He didn't press after that, out of fear most likely.

The rest of the trip was spent in silence, that is until the same damned rookie grabbed his balls and asked another question," Can I ask f-for your n-name" he asked, with a little more courage in his tone.

"I abandoned my name."

He looked at like I just slapped his mama."W-w-w-what...w-w-why..."I got up, walked over to him, much to his increasing fear, looked him dead in the eyes, and while fully showing my fangs,"If your life was a living hell, wouldn't you leave it behind?" then sat back down while he filled his diaper with about 4 or 5 pounds of uneeded luggage. He stayed quiet after that.

We arrived at the drop point, about 5 miles where I need to be to avoid detection. I started off with a sprint to cover as much ground as possible, easily crossing 2 and 1/2 miles before I take a rest. One good thing about being me right now, is that I never have to deal with a team, I don't need to know anyone who can die next second after I start to like them. That's how I lived my life and that's how I plan to keep it.

'Night will soon fall, giving me more cover and less heat to deal with. Tonight's a full moon, a beautiful night to die.' I rest while I maintain my fangs and claws for the last time(they may be changed but they're still apart of me).

The moon begins to rise, which means I have to move now. By the time I reach the base the moon is high in the sky giving me a full view of the field outside of the bunker, where a whole slew of guards awaited a large scale attack. 'About 30 to 40, heavily armed, heh, they think they're safe, time to prove them wrong.' I slunk to one guard protrolling the edge of the forest, waiting for him to give an opening.

He gives one.

I grab his shoulder, bring him close, sink my fangs into his throat, while covering his mouth with my free hand. After about 30 seconds, I twist his head, hearing a satisfying snap, and just let his body drop. "Let the hunt begin." I pull the pin off one of his grenades, letting the chain reaction handle the rest, then threw the corpse at the largest group and watched with a smile that would've scared The Joker shitless as all Tartarus break loose.

While the guards ran around like chickens with their heads cut off, I picked them off one by one, sometimes two or three at a time, till there were only five left. Deciding to have some fun, I walk to them VERY SLOWLY in full view, watching them piss themselfs, with the most sinister grin I can muster.

"THE MOON CRAVES BLOOD, AND I AIM TO DELIVER!!!!"

45 seconds later

I walk away from my handywork 'Would have made the SAW movie makers weep with joy, pride, and jealousy.' to finish my mission. Try as they might, they still fall like a house of cards. I grab one by the throat while I sink my free hand through anothers face, using them both as meat shields. They die quickly but are still useful as clubs. I tore through soldier after soldier, most people would be unnerved at the carnage, but not I, my humanity has long since died. I leave no corpse unchecked, making sure they're all dead before moving on. After clearing out most of the base, I come across the final area left to check. 'I don't know whats in there, I'm tired and sore, and I don't know how many are left. It really is a great night to die.'

I open the door, and to my suprise, which doesn't happen often, only five are left, but that's not what has me pissed. What does is that four of the five are the VERY SAME FUCKING BASTARDS THAT HIRED ME!!!!

"What the hell is this?!" I barely contain my bloodlust filled rage. "We decided that you're far too valuable for us to simply let you die off, so we constructed a clone like image of you with what DNA we were able to get our hands on, he's like you, only better," the far left man stated, "and once we have you, we'll be able to mass produce super soldiers who only obey!"

"So all those missions, all those jobs..."

"Just a test to see if you were what we were looking for, and guess what, you pass!!" the far right man said rather gleefully, as if this was just a game to him, and the rest of us were pawns. 'For some reason, he sounds really familiar. Come to think of it, he looks familiar'.

"We'll give you a chance to join us willingly, what do you say?" the middle right man offered. If there's one thing that I despise more than anything, except rapists, bullies, and bad music remixes, it's backstapers, "I'll join you when hell freezes over, God comes down in a spandex suit and does the gangnam style, and Tiger Woods stops dicking around with so many women!" I give them a feather cause they aren't worth the bird.

Needless to say, they all were slackjawed, except the far right man, who was too busy laughing his ass off and trying to keep his ribs from poping out, all while in fetal position. "WE OFFER YOU A PLACE TO HELP MANKIND AND YOU SPIT IT IN OUR FUCKING FACES?!?!?" the middle left man bellowed, veins about to burst from anger.

"I don't take kindly to backstabbers, and you don't want to help mankind, you're only out to help yourselfs. Don't piss me off more than I already am."

"We gave you a chance, and you refuse, you leave use with no choice, SOUL WRAITH, BRING HIM DOWN!!!" the far left man commanded. And before I could think, I have a clawed hand on my throat that picks me up 2ft off the ground. Now I know I'm not the heaviest guy around, but I'm all muscle, so if you can pick me up(at 250 pounds of pure muscle) off the gound with only one hand, you've earned a stache and a cigar. It doesn't even take a heartbeat to know who's crushing my windpipe, it's the fifth man, my clone.

I plant my feet in his face as hard as my tired legs will allow. He drops me and i jump away to get some distance. While he's recovering, I dash at full throttle to spear my yin/yang reject. I hit, hard, and send him flying for about 10ft before he rights himself and skids for about another 4ft, '14ft, that's the shortest I've sent anybody. Finally! Someone to give me a real fight. This is gonna be really fun.'

We both charge like two lions ready to kill each other.

We match each other blow for blow, it's like fighting a mirror, when I go for a rib shot, he stops it with one of his own. I get a lucky shot and send him into a tank that shatters on impact. I don't let up, because before he even touches the ground, I send a barrage of punches at point blank with my feet dug into holes that I made. I don't stop, even when my arms start to burn from overuse, I don't stop. 'As much fun as this has been, I have to finish this.' I end that thought with a overhead slam of my right arm, the ground spiderwebbing out in cracks from the sheer impact.

I turn to my next outlet for my rage.

"The dance is over, time to pay the piper."

I kill three of the four men, the last being the the same one that was laughing earlier, and he had the biggest shit eatting grin on his face, which was starting to scare me. Then he started clapping like at a golf game, "Bravo, bravo, such a wonderful display of carnage and chaos! I haven't seen such fun chaos since....me!" That's when it hit me like a freight train, why he was so familiar even though we never met before today, "I..i..it can't be," "Hmm?" "Discord?" I have never been more terrified in all my life combined than I was at was at that moment. I know not to fuck with the god of chaos, even if he shouldn't be real. "H-h-h-how...you're not supposed to be real." I am visably shaking from the fear. It doesn't help at all when he just smiles, snaps his fingers and in flash of light, he's in his true form, which looks surprisingly human shaped. "I didn't think you'd figure it out that fast, but that's what happens when you don't think ahead." He sits in the air and summons a glass of chocolate milk, completely ignoring my question.

"What do you want?"

"Simple, to have fun!"

"And I fit in how?"

"Your life is just so chaotic, that's how."

"Your form of chaos is upside houses and cottoncandy clouds raining chocolate milk, again, how do I fit in?"

"This is how." He snaps his tail like a hand and then all I see is darkness.

Equstria, Canterlot Throne Room

Celestia and Luna were together, which is uncommon as they have different sleep cycles, filling out forms and passing or denying requests made by nobles and commoners alike, with the denying of alot of the former as most seem to only care for status, such as Blueblood.

"I swear Tia, that Blueblood can't be related to us, I mean did you see this request," Luna gripes as she passes the scroll the her sister with her magic, fuming as she did so, "he's demanding us to tear down Fancy Pants' home and kick him out of Canterlot for a light joke!!"

"Well, I know what this good for," Celestia then teleported the scroll to a public bathroom for 'later use', "think we should give it back afterword?" she asks with the biggest troll face you ever seen.

Luna just bursts out in a spleen bursting laugh, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA oh yes, what I wouldn't give to see the look on his face!!!" The guards were happy, though they'd never show it, that the princesses were having fun during their work, even royalty needs to relax now and again.

"Tia, any change on the Diamond Dog attacks," Luna asks getting straight to business. "Sadly yes, they seem to be increasing their numbers with each attack," Celestia replies with a crestfallen sigh, "I don't-"

Then, as if the heavens wanted to play a cruel joke, the sisters sensed a magical anomaly coming from the Everfree Forest, more specificly, the Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters, "Luna, did you..." Celestia couldn't finish her sentence as she became sickly paler than her white coat, "Yes Tia, I felt it too, though I wish I didn't." Luna had all but lost her color as her face paled.

Then, a piller of of black light erupted from where the anomaly was, blending perfectly with the night sky, "That power...it can't be..." Celestia looked to Luna, pleading with her eyes for her to be proven wrong, "It is, that's Nightmare Moon's power, but something's different," Luna replied, with confusion in her face.

"What do you mean?" Celestia asked not liking what this could mean for Equestria and their subjects, "I'm not sure, but it feels less angry and more....sad and scared."

"Do you think somepony might have been attacked and possessed"

"I can't say Tai, not without checking it out."

"Then I will send the Elements of Harmony to the old castle, if this is indeed Nightmare Moon, then they should be able to handle her," Celestia then grabbed a scroll and a quill with her hands to focus all of her concentration on wording the message right, otherwise she'd start a painic.

Everfree Forest, Old Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters

Darkness.....thats all I see. My body feel like it been through a meat grinder, which, knowing Discord, I probably was. I try to move slowly in case I have any broken bones, wouldn't be the first time and damn well won't be the last. Surprisingly, I feel no pain. At first, I thought I was just in shock from the blood loss, but after a moment, I feel the stone ground beneath my body, hear the wind rustling the trees, leading me to believe that Discord sent me somewhere outdoors, I also hear the growling of my stom-'Wait, that's not my stomach.'

I pick myself up and when I look up, I can't believe my eyes. A manticore, and a big one at that, easily standing at 10ft on all fours. And it's looking right at me, 'Well, he looks hungry, let's curb his appetite.' It lunges at me, looking to end this quick, the feeling's mutual.
It slashes it's right paw at me as I duck, dodging by just hair, then counter by throwing my right leg into it's gut sending it flying into the wall, knocking it out and leaving a nasty hoofprint, Must have been fully healed, I've never been that strong befo-Wait, a hoofprint?'

After making sure the manticore's down and out, I take a look at my legs, what I see leaves me speechless. I have horse like legs complete with hooves. I search for a mirror or a puddle of water. I find a mirror that's in better shape that the room I'm in. I'm slackjawed, as I look at my body, my new body. I'm an anthropomorphic horse with a pitch black coat that seems to just suck in light, making it look even more pitch. My scars are still there, but on a body that would make Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime jealous. My head looks less horse and more pony, but that doesn't make it any less terrifying, as I still have my fangs. I notice that my mane and tail(which I just now spotted) are a light black with blood red streaks, with my mane hanging over my eyes, hiding them from view. Then I notice what I wearing, Blood Crimson armor covering my arms, legs, and chest, a violet dream cloud on my shoulder plates with a white cresent moon over the cloud. I check my hands to find that my old claws were still there, but my red serpentine eyes have become alot bigger, with whites of my eyes a pitch black.

I look like the devil turned pony.

I drop my head as the full weight of what just happened to sets in.

"hu...hu...hu...hu...hu"

"hehe.....hehehehehehe"

"hahahahahahahahaha"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Hehehehe.....so that's it, that's what he meant. Well, I guess I'm the big bad villian." The manticore, now wide awake, tries to take me from my blind spot, tries. Just as he's less than a foot awayfrom me from his lunge, he stops in mid-air, he looks down, and sees one of my claws tearing through his chest like a claymore sword, blood gushing all over my arm and left side.

"That'll do kitty, that'll do."

Author's Note

My first fic, redone, let me know what you think!