As a former guardsman of the Equestrian Royal Guard, Axon has seen and done things that continue to haunt him years after he left the war. Filled with depression over the death of his family members, and wrecked with grief over a crime he committed, Axon has turned to the bottle to drown his sorrow. Having grown neglectful towards his wife and unborn child, he soon learns that some demons aren't easily buried.

This short story takes place in the same setting as my other story, The Koprulu Sector, a StarCraft crossover universe. Minor gore.

Continuation of this story can be found here.