A large black stallion awoke with a start his brow beaded with sweat as another nightmare unfolded in his mind.

“Was that necessary Abbaddon?” He questioned.

~Of course, wouldn’t be me without scaring something~ A voice chuckled.

The stallion shook his head and smiled, Abbaddon was the demon lord of fear and his companion since he was a small filly. He should have been used to the nightmares, but Abbaddon kept surprising him.

~So,~ Abbaddon took a spectral form in front of him, which was similar to a dark black genie with glowing red eyes. ~What’s your plan for today?~

“Whatever they give me on the schedule, as usual.” He chuckled, climbing out of bed. “You should know me by now.”

~I looked at it already, we get breakfast, go to this thing they call “The Naming”, and we get the rest of the day.~

The stallion let out a short laugh, “Hah, the rest of the day in this gilded prison. Be nice to see what’s outside the walls.”

~Oh come on 157, we can still stir up havoc in these walls.~

157 finished making the covers of his bed and walked towards the door of his room, “Always ready to cause trouble aren’t you?”

~You know it!~ he let out a laugh and disappeared. ~Also don’t forget your blindfold, you know your eyes scare ponies.~

“Ah yes, thank you.” 157 turned around and looked at his blindfold hanging on the mirror. He looked in the mirror to see glowing red dots staring back at him inside the skull. He dismissed it and applied the blindfold.

~There we go, presentable to all these damned pansies.~

“Your respect for ponies goes far Abbaddon” 157 let out a chuckle.

~Eh your race is a bunch of wusses and you know it~

157 sighed, “Ain’t that the truth.”

He opened the door to see all the other “Inmates” opening their doors and heading to the cafeteria for breakfast. He walked out and automatically sompony ran into him.

“Oh I’m so sorry sir, please don’t hurt me.” The small mare was cowering in fear as she waited for 157 to strike her, as was custom among the facility. The experiments were more important than the help, so they got special privileges.

“Come now, don’t need to be scared, I’m not gonna hurt ya.” 157 reassured, holing out a hoof.

“Hey look fellas, big bad Sin’s gone soft.” A familiar, and annoying, gruff voice laughed.

The voice belonged to Experiment 132, a jerk and a pervious inmate of Canterlots maximum security prison. 157 resisted the urge to spin around and punch him, being twice the size of a normal pony, and slowly faced the teasing pony. He faced 132 and his gang, all from the prison, as they walked towards him.

“You’re doing it wrong Sin, you need to discipline these whelps. Show them who’s in charge here.” To solidify his point he punched the mare in the side and a tear fell from her eye. “See, you got to show your dominance around here or everyone will walk all over you.”

157 didn’t hear him as he kept staring at the weeping mare. Something snapped inside his head and his vision went red. His teeth sharpened as 157 leaped onto 132 and started pummeling and biting wherever he could. Four guards came and pulled 157 off 132, his vision cleared and he came back to reality.

~Unholy crap, you are never that vicious in training. Can you do that more often!?~ Abbaddon’s excitement was barely contained and 157 could see his wide smile.

157 panted and thoroughly looked 132 over. He was covered in bite marks and his face was mangled so bad 157 wasn’t sure if it was 132 he was looking at or one of his cronies.

“Dear god boss, you alright?” One of the gang members had a worried look on his face.

132 tried to speak but it only came out as a garbled mess from his now deformed mouth. 157 smiled slightly, happy that the ungrateful bastard got what he deserved. He looked around for the small mare that ran into him and saw her hiding behind a guard, yet staring at him intently. As soon as she noticed him looking at her, she looked away with a slight blush.

~Haha, look at him, he looks terrible!~ Abbaddon used his magic to lift 132 into the air and spun him. ~This is great, you really went to work on him!~

The guards and the gang backed up from 157, horrified looks on their faces as Abbaddon carelessly swung around 132.

“Experiment 157, put him down now!” one of the guards ordered in a shaking voice.

~Oh hush, not like you can do anything.~ Abbaddon countered.

“Abbaddon put him down.” 157 gently commanded.

~Oh fine~ 132 fell to the ground with a thud.

157’s stomach growled as he remembered that he never ate. He turned around only to be confronted by guards brandishing their shaking weapons at him. He looked them over and slowly reached for his blindfold. The guards shaking increased as he slowly took it off staring down at them with the blood red dots that served as his eyes. He let out a primal roar and the sides of his mouth splitting open and his teeth sharpening. The guards fell over, paralyzed from fear, weapons still in hoof. 157’s mouth went back to normal and he reapplied the blindfold.

~I like that, simple yet effective.~ Abbaddon said with a note of approval.

“They were terrified anyway, didn’t need anything over extravagant.” 157 stated, calmly stepping over the guards. “Besides, I’m hungry.”

~You mortals and your need for food, I swear.~ Abbaddon’s form threw its hooves in the air.

157 chuckled, “Not all of us are all powerful demons that feed off fear.”

~Hey at least I’m not like my wife, she feeds off the life of ponies.~ Abbaddon countered.

“You never say anything about her.” 157 observed. “I’m guessing you miss her.”

~Dearly~

They walked to the cafeteria in silence, silent other than 157’s stomach grumbling. 157 opened the door of the cafeteria and the talking automatically stopped, everypony giving him space to get breakfast. 157 got his normal, eggs and synthetic meat to resist the slight urge he had of eating somepony. He sat at an empty table, since it would empty anyway anyway if he sat at a full one.

~I restate what I said earlier, your race is full of wusses.~ Abbaddon stated. ~Except her apparently.~

157 looked up to see a mare walking up to them, her blue coat seeming to glimmer in the light. He shrugged and continued to tear at the meat with his teeth, because apparently they couldn’t trust him with a knife.

“Um…hello?” She whispered.

“What do you want?” 157 asked, the look of annoyance clearly present on his face.

She was shocked by how hostile he sounded. She cleared her throat and spoke a little louder. “I just wanted to say thank you for standing up for me back there.”

157’s annoyance slowly faded and became more gentle, “Oh well you’re welcome then.”

“And, um,” She nervously swayed, “I was wondering if me and some of my friends could sit here with you.” She smiled, still very nervous.

~Lookie there, making some friends finally.~ Abbaddon remarked.

A look of surprised crossed the mares face. “Who was that?”

“Hold the phone,” 157 straightened, “You can hear him?”

~She can hear me?~ Abbaddon was just as surprised as 157.

“Y-yeah, is that strange?” She looked around.

“Hey Sapphire, is it ok if we sit here or not?” A pegusus mare walked up beside the mare.

“Hello 231.” 157 greeted.

“It’s Spitfire now, thank you very much.” She said proudly. “Went through the naming last week.”

“Congrats,” he resumed eating his steak, looking back up at them, “you can sit here by the way.”

“Sweet.” She turned around to the other three ponies standing a little bit away, “Its fine guys, come on over.”

They walked over and sat down at the table eyeing 157 nervously. One of them leaned towards Spitfire and whispered something in her ear.

“Of course it’s safe to sit here.” she exclaimed, “The only reason he hurts somepony (from what I’ve seen anyway) is if they make him mad. Then we would run, but until then we are safe Soarin.”

“Alright fine, jeez.” The pegusus Soarin backed off, still eyeing157 nervously.

The light grey pegusus next to them let out a small giggle and looked at 157, “So, have you went through the naming yet?”

“Apparently you all have.” He observed, a little curious about her eyes.

“Yup.” She beamed. “I’m Derpy Hooves, you already know Spitfire and Soarin, and this here is Daring Doo.” She pointed to the light brown pegusus.

“Not daring enough to get into a fight with you.” Daring muttered nervously.

“And her?” 157 pointed to the blue mare.

“Oh she isn’t an experiment here, she’s a mailmare.” Derpy explained.

“Interesting.” 157 finished the last piece of his steak and started on the eggs.

“So, 157,” Spitfire stated swallowing some hay, “I’m kind of curious of what race you are. I’ve seen you cast magic but you have no horn, and the scientist say you are a type of pegusus but I don’t see any wings.”

“These things?” 157 unfolded his bat wings from seemingly nowhere, to the shock of the ponies at the table. “Never use ‘em”

Daring recovered from her shock first, “Why not, flying is the best thing ever. The freedom of flight is breathtaking, even in this prison.”

“The scientists apparently don’t believe I need to fly, I asked them once and they said it’s not required for my directive, whatever the hell that means.”

~Hey, don’t use the name of hell in vain.~ Abbaddon spoke up, obviously annoyed.

Sapphire spoke up, “So who is that voice?”

Soarin looked worried, “Sapphire that was 157.”

~She meant me dumbass.~ Abbaddon was quickly getting angry.

“Now, now Abbaddon. You know only I can hear you,” 157 chided, then remembering Sapphire, “and her apparently.”

All but Sapphire looked at 157 in shock, “You hear voices too?”

157 smiled a little,” Just one, and he’s been here since I was a filly.”

“So what did he say to, uh, us?” Spitfire wondered.

Sapphire blushed, “Well, it’s a little rude…”

“He called Soarin a dumbass.” 157 interrupted.

The table looked at 157 in shock then the mares burst out laughing while soaring blushed with anger and embarrassment. Sapphire let out a small giggle and 157 couldn’t help but let out a small smile.

Derpy stopped laughing first, “Hey look, he smiled!” She exclaimed.

“We must be doing something right then.” Spitfire beamed.

Daring turned to Sapphire, “Hey Saph you grab a paper?”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” She reached into her saddlebags and pulled out a newspaper for them, “There you go.”

The ponies stacked their empty trays up and put them to the side so they could set the paper in the middle. The front page of the paper was about the Crystal Kingdom out in the artic. It mentioned how the rebellion had succeeded due to the assistance of the Princesses.

“Sapphire, are you alright?” Derpy interrupted the group.

Sapphire looked up, dazed, “What, oh, yes I’m fine Derpy.” She looked back at the picture. “It just feels like I’ve been there before…”

“Same.” 157 murmured.

Spitfire gave them a skeptical look, “Really? You two have been to the crystal kingdom?”

157 shook his head, “I’m not sure, Abbaddon?”

~I…I’m at a loss. I remember blood, and very dark, very powerful, magic.~ He shook his head. ~But nothing else. It was very possible that we were there, but our memories are blocked by something.~

157 sat up, “Well no use worrying about it, the past is the past.”

“Just gotta look to the future.” Soarin finished.

“Hey look here,” Derpy pointed to another article. “There’s a coronation for a princess.”

“Mi Amore Cadenza, interesting name.” 157 read off. He looked at a nearby clock, “Well I better get going, don’t think they will appreciate me being late.”

“Alright, later 157.” Daring Doo said.

“We’ll throw a party for you afterwards.” Derpy smiled.

157 returned the smile and trotted off to the “Judgment room”, which was just a circle room with all the scientists in where they gave assignments or punishments.

~Nice girls~ Abbaddon commented.

157 chuckled, “And what about Soarin.”

~He’s an idiot.~

157 let out a short laugh and kept moving towards “Judgment” in the center of the facility. The guards opened the doors for him and he was greeted by the sight of nervous scientists and a midnight blue mare it the circle. He stood in the center as he was used to form all the “accidents” that happened around him. He heard another set of doors open in front of him and 132 walked through completely healed from his previous wounds.

157 smiled, “I know the doctors can work wonders, but I see they couldn’t fix your face.”

132 growled and stood on the edge of the circle, giving 157 an evil glare.

One of the scientist stood up and addressed the two stallions, “As custom for the naming we will have a duel, but due to your *ahem*, history, with each other it will be different.” He looked at his colleagues and looked back at the stallions. “This duel will be to the death. Begin”

Two blades fell to the floor of the arena in front of the stallions. 132 picked up his blade and charged at 157 who calmly dodged him, picking up his blade.

~So, how you want to do this?~ Abbaddon inquired.

“Let’s get him bleeding first, I want to try something.” 157 grinned evilly.

~Oh, Ohh, I see.~ Abbaddon had a bit of mischief in his voice.

132 noticed the smile and backed off, still giving 157 an evil look. The two stallions strafed each other, never taking their eyes off the other. 132’s patience wore out and he charged, only to have 157 dodge and swiped at 132’s side, drawing some blood.

~Good?~

“No, another.” 157 returned to the position.

132 looked at his side and growled, “You’ll pay for that Sin.”

157 smiled and charged at 132 knocking his blade away and swiping twice giving him more wounds.

“Good.” 157 dropped his blade and kneeled, “Guard me.”

~On it~ 157 felt Abbaddon put a shield up.

132 saw 157 kneel and charged his blade ready to strike. His blade deflected off Abbaddons shield and a look of confusion appeared on his face. He kept swinging, each time harder in hopes of breaking Abbaddons shield. He backed off in surprise as 157’s eyes opened and blood poured from the sockets. 157 unfolded his wings and 132 fell to the ground screaming in pain.

“AHH, MY BLOOD, ITS BURNING ME!”132 screamed, clutching at his wounds. “SIN, YOU BASTARD, I’LL KILL YOU.”

“Don’t worry 132,” 132’s eyes widened as Abbaddons voice mixed in with 157’s, “You will not survive this.”

“What are you?” 132 sounded scared.

“Your worst nightmare.” 157 smiled evilly. “Goodbye, 132.”

132 screamed one more time as his body split apart and flew everywhere, leaving a bloody mess in the arena. The blood stopped pouring from 157’s eyes as he returned to the center of the room and stood at attention, waiting for the decision of the scientists.

A scientist stood up, “157, before we name you we must know what that ability was.”

“That was what I would like to call blood magic, from my research I am the first one to be able to use it.” 157 answered.

“And the change in voice?”

“A way to intimidate my opponents.” 157 stated.

The mare stood up, “How is thou so fluent in this blood magic?”

“It comes naturally ma’am.” 157 answered calmly.

“Does it have other uses besides torture?”

“It allows me to fully control other ponies for as long as I can keep up my concentration.” 157 said proudly.

“How many?” She seemed interested in the control.

“I never tested it ma’am.”

She thought for a moment, “Bring in some guards.”

Three guards walked into the room, keeping their distance from 157. “Try controlling these three at once.” She commanded.

“Yes ma’am.” Blood poured from 157’s eyes as he took hold of the guards and forced them to be in a stalemate of where they all pointed their weapon at each other.

“Excellent, release them.” She ordered.

157 relinquished control and the guards fainted. He panted a little and stood back up, facing the mare.

“Princess, would you like to name 157” the scientist asked.

“Yes, his name will be Onyx. The purge is one step closer.” She turned and walked off.

Author's Note

My first chapter of my first story. Exciting. First off, I want to thank you for reading. I am obviously a new writer and any suggestions you would have would be appreciated. Second off, trolls and haters will get a smile and be ignored. I will try and post more often the more people read the story, so please enjoy your stay.