An Angels Descent

"Darkness awaits..."

A disembodied said as he flew through the dark night sky, causing him to stop in mid-flight.

Looking around, he could see no-one around, more importantly, he could see nothing at all.

"What the hell?" He wondered if his father was playing another trick on his only son.

"Damn it dad," he thought bitterly, "why must you insist on teasing me?" Beginning to fly again he heard.

"He's gone...and you will soon face the same fate." It was that voice again, "Ha fat chance," he gloated as he drew his sword from it's sheathe on his back, along with his trusty silver Desert Eagle from it's holster on the back of his waist.

"Now where are you heathen?" He asked without the slightest of sign of fear in his voice.

"I am everywhere, above, below, left, and right, I am the darkness itself."

"So, you're the darkness itself you say? Well allow me to inform you what my ammo is made of." He said nonchalantly as he loaded a new mag of glowing bullets into his Deagle. "My ammo is made of the finest light bullets in all the world's, both gods and demons tremble before the might of these bullets." Puling the slide of his gun back to chamber the first light round. "And as I said before, fat chance." Raising the gun to aim above his head he unloaded the mag into the so called darkness. And to his surprise he heard cries of pain and suffering, which made him cringe.

"Damn it, that's the worst part of killing something." As he said those last words something wrapped itself around his wings, arms, and legs. As he struggled against the restraints he heard a familiar voice say to him through the darkness and pain.

"Just let go brother, the darkness will not hurt you if you would just let it take it's toll."

"ARE YOU INSANE!?!" He screamed in frustration at his brothers disembodied voice. "IT'S TRYING TO KILL ME YOU MORON, I'M NOT GONNA LET IT 'TAKE IT'S TOLL', WHATEVER THE HELL THAT'S SUPPOSED TO MEAN."

His brother let out sigh of disappointment."Listen to me brother, the land it will bring you to is more beautiful than heaven, and the occupants are very accepting of every species, and will welcome you with open arms, as they did me."

He let out a sigh of defeat and let the darkness take him.

"Fine, but if I end up in a world where everything is all happy fun times I won't hesitate to kill you where you stand when I arrive."

   He felt nothing, he was drifting in darkness. Then he felt a incredible heat, so hot he screamed in pain and then he was blinded by the sun of all things. "Ah... damn it all bro where the he-"  he stared dumbfounded by the being staring at him with curios eyes. "Are ya?" It Answered for him.

"Uh yeah..."

"Well shucks sugercube, yer at SweetApple Acres on the outskirts o' PonyVille." It exclaimed happily, much to his dismay.

"Well, son of a bitch."

"Ah please don't cuss, my lil' sis is here with her friends."

"Um... sorry..." he didn't know why but around this creature he felt at peace with himself.

"Oh that's quiet a'right sugercube, jus' make sure you don't say stuff like that around the little fillys and colts."

Then the realization hit him like a bullet to the head. "Fillies and colts? So you're telling me that i'm in a land of talking horses?!?"

"Um ponies actually, an' i'm thinkin' you're not from 'round 'ere are ya?"

"Gee I wonder what gave that away." Shaking his head before continuing. "And to answer you're question, i'm not even from this world I don't think."

The pony looked at with surprise in it's eyes. "You can't be serious, I mean sure i've seen mah' share o' weird things believe me. But a creature from another world, now that's pushing it." the pony concluded before staring at him expecting a explanation, what surprised it was not the fact that it saw a sword in his hand or the fact that he had wings, either way she understood how possible this impossible situation actually was.

"So...I take it you noticed Masamune." he said while lifting his blade to the sky, and then with one swift motion sheathed it on his back along with his silver Deagle, while his silver hair blew in a stray wind, next he folded his black wings to there natural position.

"My name is Xialian, and you are?" He asked while extending his hand.

"Um... OH right my name's AppleJack, pleasure to meet you Xialian." She said said while extending her hoof to shake his hand. Then they heard a scream, AJ recognized the voice behind the scream, which did not bode well for either of them.

"APPLEBLOOM!"

"Who?"

"MY LITTLE SISTER, OH SWEET CELESTIA LET HER BE ALRIGHT!"

"Well... GOD FUCKING DAMN IT, THIS JUST HAD TO HAPPEN DIDN'T IT!"

Noticing how AJ looked Xialian decided to do what made sense to him at that moment in time. Not really thinking, he picked her up and started flying as fast as he could with the extra weight in the direction of the scream that they heard was.

Slowing down so he could catch his breath Xialian watched in horror at what was happening to three small fillys.

There were being chased by what looked like wolves made of rotten oak or timber.

Xialian cursed under his breath as he pulled out his Masamune, and charged.