King of Darkness: Sun and Moon

by ThePenDragon

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Human, Main 6, Princess Luna, Original Character, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Princess Celestia
Length: 4372

The King of Darkness Raphael Allmore, evil ruler of the kingdom of Zenorfor is transported to Equestria with only his clothes on his back and his weapons. How will this evil king act with all these pastel equines?

Raphael Allmore, the King of Darkness was in his throne room as normal being guarded by the top of Zenofor's guards. He is the evil ruler of Zenofor ever since he found his little ability to control the sun and the moon at the same time. What happens when this evil tyrant wakes to see he has his clothes on his back and his weapons what is he to do with all these pastel equines? Use them as coats perhaps.

Prince/King Allmore is my own creation the picture is what I want him to look like so the picture though from a TV show isn't supposed to be.

Crossover????

There are other characters that don't have tags.
Example: Shining Armor
Example 2: Discord/Sombra

(P.S. I have never written a story like this no horror like this not even a mature fic, but, after a while after a series of importune dreams I decided to write this down).

(P.P.S. Looking for editor and proofreader please respond if interested).

Published 2013-09-18 00:30:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-11 17:01:56 UTC

Chapter 0: New Victims

King Of Darkness: Sun and Moon

Chapter 0: New Victims

It was the same type of day in Zenofor. There were no birds chirping, no sounds of footsteps in the streets, no sounds of children laughing. Yes, it's the normal day. Zenofor is often a bleak place. It used to be a nice bright place ruled by King Ruth, however a dark prince arose claiming the throne for himself.

His name was Prince Allmore, now known as King Allmore, his true name however is Raphael Allmore. The evil King isn't what everyone hoped for. King Ruth fought him back as long as he could and was successful for the longest time. He held in his possession the Zeno Sword the most powerful sword known to mankind. However when Raphael found his little power of controlling the sun and moon he devised a master plan. Allmore used his power to gain trust among the good King of Zenofor claiming he was reformed.

King Ruth believed his claim the good King welcomed him with open arms even after the countless times of trying to take control of the land. He was found in his bed obviously stabbed in his sleep from the look of the blood pooling out of him when found. One thing was always known about the King and the Prince spoke it...

"The good King was always easily fooled," a white and black haired man claimed quoting the book.

The same white haired figure saw as his meal was served in front of him. "What the hell is this?" he asked in a proper tone.

"Zis iz ze hog feet," the man explained in a think German accent.

Raphael looked back at it.  "I wouldn't even feed this to my f***ing dog!" he exclaimed at the thick accented chef.

"Yez my bad," he bowed to the King.

The evil King smiled as he looked upon the Kingdom. As always it is dark. He then decided. "I guess it's time for day," he spoke to himself. With a flick of the wrist the moon lowered and the sun rose from the horizon.

"Thanks for raising ze sun King Allmore," the chef thanked with a new plate in his hand.

The King nodded. "Yeah, yeah, just hope this is good," he said grabbing his fork and knife.

"Ah, yez, I have something that should be good to you," he lowered the plate. It showed pig this time an entire pig.

The King involuntarily licked his lips. "This has potential," he said taking his fork and grabbing a bit of the pig ripping off a bit of the pig.

He chowed it slowly with his carnivorous like teeth. Raphael sighed with disappointment. "I guess... we will have to postpone the ad for a new chef," he said making the thick accented chef happy.

"Oh thank you sir, thank you so much," he bowed leaving Raphael to his meal.

King Allmore finished his meal. He saw a small strange group of people approach the castle. Raphael went to the castle entrance to meet these strange men. "Salutations my friends, you lost?" he asked glancing at the white robe wearing group. He saw something glimmer with the lead monk holding his hands together. Raphael observed the man. The monk walked closer.

"Hello my friend, you must be King Allmore," the lead monk raised his arms to the sky.

King Allmore was careful with the white robed monk. He placed his hands on his shoulder. That's when the King saw the same glimmer. He leapt backwards. "Tsk, tsk, you can't just take care of me that easily," he shook his index finger left and right.

The man sighed. "Too bad, I hoped for this to be painless," he admitted pulling off the monk robe. It was a man wearing armor, armor  from the other kingdom. "Tell King Zen if you live that long f*** him," the corrupt King told the assassin.

"It should be you who meets his unfortunate end today," the assassin spoke in the same tone as King Allmore.

The two rose their blades. One stainless steel the other an iron sword. The two blades tapped each of their tips.

"You ready?" King Allmore asked ready to strike.

The assassin nodded ready to keep up with the King's reflexes. The King raised his stainless steel sword. The other guards ready to pull their sheathed weapons. The King raised his arm. "No, it's my turn to have a little fun," he chuckled evilly.

The guards lowered their weapons obeying the King's orders. "Yes sir," the guards spoke at the same time saluting the corrupt King.

    Raphael's sword clicked with his opponents sword. With that the other three members took off their robes all from a separate Kingdoms. "Well, well, well, looks like King Durum, King Lucifer, King Sondra, and King Zen are working together," he smiled, "it's becoming more and more fun for me," he bushed his sword along his hand. Before the next click of the swords he creepily brought his tongue along to the point of the sword starting from the handle.

"Now this is a fair fight," he said a little with a distorted voice coming from his past action of licking his sharp sword.

The four shook their heads. "Now!" the assassin from the Zen Kingdom yelled aloud to his three partners.

With that all that was heard was the sounds of clink, clink, clink, of the swords colliding with each other. All four assassins panted while the corrupt King barely broke a sweat. "Are you tired already?" he mocked seeing the assassins panting and out of breath.

The assassins gasped for breath. "How could you tell?" the assassin from King Lucifer's Kingdom asked.

Raphael shrugged. "You just look tired," he explained holding up his sword which showed the assassins in the reflection.

The assassins nodded. All three began attacking at the same time. Raphael blocked everyone's attack except the one from Zen's Kingdom. Raphael coughed; it showed blood even little bits of his organs knocked loose by the stab, the assassin could see though him. Raphael gulped panting heavily. He covered his wound. He still wasn't accepting help from his guards though. He dropped his sword to the ground in pain. Raphael saw his red fluid slowly drip out of both his mouth and his wound. King Allmore simply picked back up his sword and glanced back at the assassins. He slowly got up. "You should be lucky we didn't just finish you while you were down!" King Lucifer's assassin seemed a bit unstable. Raphael got back up.

"One thing you should know: I don't give up," the corrupt King sated simply.

The assassins exhaled they were obviously exhausted. The four again began to strike. Raphael as reaction held his sword in his hand. He moved swiftly around the assassins attacks and trusted his blade into the Zen's assassin. Raphael smiled evilly and pushed it entirely though him. The assassin gave a blood curdling scream as the sword kept in his chest beyond his heart. "How does that feel?" he asked slowly turning the blade to its side letting the assassin scream again in pain.

He after one final thrust into the assassin's chest pulled it out involuntarily licking his lips in the sight of his favorite thing in the world; blood on a sword with chunks of his opponent or opponents on it. He raised the sword the blood dripping on his face as it was raised to the sky. Raphael brought his blood soaked sword close to his face. He gave it a lick. He smacked his lips. "Delish," the King chuckled maniacally as he moved his jaw up and down showing he is eating a chunk of the assassin. He swallowed the chunk. Raphael plucked a small piece of the assassin's flesh off with one smile on his face he looked at the other assassins paralyzed with both fear and shock.

The corrupt cannibalistic King looked at the assassin from Lucifer's Kingdom. "What, haven't you seen anyone eat another person before?" he asked the other assassins who shook their head as response.

Raphael licked his lips. "Alright, who's next?" he asked smirking wiping a bit of blood off his lips.

The assassins gulped before them both attacked him. Raphael used his stainless steel sword now having a large blood stain on it. The blood dripped off the blade which now was facing the ground. He leapt out of the way with ease despite the copious amount of lost blood now decorating the stone flooring outside the castle. He used his blade to cut off a limb of the assassin from Lucifer's Kingdom. He caught the separate leg. He smirked he was full from the feast he had before. Raphael handed the assassin his leg back then with one more quick motion the assassin's head rolled off his shoulders.

The two other assassins' jaws were agape. "What the f***!" the other assassins yelled in unison.

The King picked up the black haired decapitated head. He bushed back his white and black emo like hair. "Honestly, it looks like you never seen someone kill another person and eat his insides," he rolled his eyes as he looked into the lifeless eyes with his red eyes resembling a demon's. He saw the other two slowly walking away.

Raphael frowned. He snapped his fingers lowering the sun in spite, suddenly changing into the nighttime. "Now, now, it's really dark out, you should stay," he walked to the two other assassins with ease still covering his open wound his hand being coated in blood.

He pat the two assassins who were side-by-side. Raphael sighed and swung his sword one more time killing both in the one fatal swipe. "Oh, what's wrong?" he asked the now decapitated body. He clapped his hands then lowering the moon to make way for the day. "Okay, I am going to go sit on my throne," he admitted walking to the door.

"Yes sir," the guard spoke in a slightly shaky voice.

Raphael Allmore sat on the throne. Skulls aligned the armrests. "This is living," he chuckled maniacally again.

Suddenly a voice spoke. It was odd. "Okay, okay Pinkie, I'll try again," the obviously feminine voice spoke. The voice was followed by a bright flash blinding the sun and moon raising tyrant. This has never happened to him before.

His eyes slowly opened to a land not just a land a bright sunny land. He looked all around. Raphael was shocked at his sight.

It was a pink pony. "Twilight I don't think this is Mr. Hugington!" the pink pony exclaimed.

The other pony in sight; a lavender unicorn pony. The pony sighed. "It's all your fault Pinkie, you shouldn't have brought him though the fourth wall in the first place."

The corrupt tyrant couldn't see well. His eyes still adjusting to the sudden light. He rubbed them. Finally he began to get used to the light his vision beginning to get better. Raphael screamed a deep scream and swung his sword in hand. It hit the purple pony. her head rolled off her shoulders. He began to get curious. He picked up the body. He grabbed his little knife, and began to cut off the skin. "This'll do quite nicely," he smiled at his new found coat. The King looked at the pink one paralyzed with fear. Raphael walked over and raised his sword to and brought the blade clear down the pink mare's scared little head. The mare let out a short lived scream as the blade pierced her skull. Blood squirted everywhere onto Raphael's armor even. He used his sword lifted it up and took a chunk of the pink pony's brain from the blade. Gave his blade one little lick. His face gave a weak smile as he chewed the pink pony's brain stem. "Well, it'll be a shame for me to go hungry," he looked outside gawking at the sight of how many ponies there were. How many big and small. Let the bloodshed begin...

Chapter 1: Markets, Shyness, and a Little Foal

              Raphael Allmore looked amongst the town, every-pony staring at him. He knows why though. Raphael came upon not much to see. Just small town houses, a town hall, some market stalls/stores, and a school. “Where should I go first?” he looked around the town hall, nah, too easy. The school, nah, he’d rather save that for later. The market and or stores it is. With his blade in his hand he began walking starting with a big carousel shaped building. The door swung open a loud crash filling the room as the door flew off its hinges.

“Hello dearie, be with you in a moment,” the white unicorn said putting diamonds on a dress.

Raphael shook his head. “Tsk, tsk, you shouldn’t keep a possible customer waiting for any time,” he unsheathed his sword, the sound attracting Rarity’s undivided attention. The silence that Raphael loved oh so much filled the room, nothing to be heard but the sound of nothing. The sun still high and proud peaked through the windows of the carousel shaped building. “What? What’s the sun doing up!?” he never raised nor lowered the sun. He held the sword in one hand and simply snapped his fingers lowering the sun. Raphael liked having three extra hours of night. The sun lowered as he snapped his fingers.

His blade arose from the ground. He knew he’d have to make it fast. There are others in here he’d think. The blade finally after getting to the top over head of Raphael it swung down, going through the white unicorn’s horn only. He muffled the long scream with his hand. “Shh…” his voice turned to a twisted voice. The sword raised in the air blood dripping off the blade. “That’s not enough,” he frowned raising the sword licking his lips he brought the sword down, straight down into the mare’s throat. Blood spurt on his face. Raphael smiled wickedly. This is a paradise for such a sick man such as him. He licked his lips. Raphael sniffed his blade, the combination of the new smell of pony blood and the smell of the steel of his sword.

               Raphael wasn’t pleased with how clean it was. Allmore shook his head then brought his sword out of the mare’s white neck. “Now, now, shh, it’ll all be okay,” he chuckled evilly his blade turning a crimson red color as he raised it to the sky. He paid no mind for the moment of the sun raised back up. Raphael smirked evilly blade dripping Rarity’s blood, along with her back of the neck. She fought for survival still faintly able to see Raphael’s sword as her eyelids were growing heavier by the second. “Goodnight,” he spoke softly as if he was speaking to a loved one. Almore closed his eyes giving a faint grin as he dropped his blade into Rarity’s pure white back. A bloodcurdling scream soon followed the stab.

Raphael smiled widely. He brought his blade close to his lips. He began to lick the blade loving every last drop of it. Dropping the blade he let out a sigh of happiness. “This I am just absolutely loving!” he exclaimed raising the blade. He then noticed there happens to be a piece of the heart stuck on the blade. He smiled as he picked the piece off the blade. Raphael flopped it in his mouth chewing in front of the white, mutilated, carcass. He chewed it well; you cannot under chew a piece of flesh. He chuckled manically as he walked away his hunger still not quite satisfied. The white mare wasn’t as satisfying as first anticipated. Raphael rolled his eyes. He looked to his now clean of blood blade. He stopped as he realized the sun was up… again. “What the, why is it up again?” he pondered he knew the sun and or moon could come up and down at will of itself. He shook his head. Whatever, why should he waste time on lowering the sun?

               Raphael shrugged where next, the school maybe, nah, the farmhouse. He walked to the farm. Raphael smirked as he looked back every-pony terrified of him. Raphael smirked as his blade was dying to become a crimson red blade. He did name his blade. “You ready Crimson?” he looked to his long stainless steel sword.

“Welcome ta the farm how can good ol’ Applejack help ya?” she asked not even turning to face Raphael.

“You can look me in the face, Applejack,” Raphael spoke angrily at the orange coated mare.

The mare accepted his request and looked to his face expecting to see a stallion. She was jumped when the sight of a blade close to her face. “Uh…” she was speechless beyond that point.

Allmore frowned at the thought she is totally speechless. “C’mon Applejack,” he sighed. “Fine say night-night,” with that a large bone shattering crack was heard as the blade entered the blonde maned mare’s skull. He felt the fresh, warm, blood drip from his sword to his hand. He looked to his hand; crimson red as expected.

“Hm… you might have the best looking blood I’ve had so far, you see, that pink one’s was way too sweet. Yours might be just right,” he smirked as his blade yet again rose to the air blood still dripping from the tip, AJ still slowly breathing… somehow. Raphael chose it best be time to end it; he knows that she has to have family that will wonder where she is. He smirked in a twisted sense. “This has been short but fun, however like all good things, it must come to an end,” with that the blade came down blood dripping as usual. Raphael smiled twistedly as his tongue went across the steel blade. He glanced among the farm. Nothing was left. Raphael Allmore sighed, sure he loves the taste of all blood but, this one tasted tart and sweet at the same time. Almore licked his blade again trying to get the loose blood on the blade. Raphael broke out into a chuckle.

Raphael tapped his chin. “I wonder,” he looked to the sky suddenly the moon was up. He saw the house’s lights go dark and the farm silent.

He walked quietly to the farmhouse. Raphael reached to his pockets pulling out a small piece of flammable wood. “This should be fun…” he smiled when he brushed the wood along his hand. The wood caught fire. “Goodnight…” he grinned. “… Forever,” he tossed the flammable wood onto the house’s base. He stood there as he watched the house burn to the ground, bloodcurdling screaming form the inside of the house. He soon saw the house fall to the ground. “Bye, bye,” he soon heard a scream from outside of the house.

“Sis, big brother, Granny!” a little foal screamed at the top of her lungs.

He played on that. “Oh no, what happened little foal?” he smirked coming closer to the filly with a red mane and bow in her mane.

“Oh Mister, that’s my house! You gotta save mah sis, brother, and Granny!” she begged of Raphael the king of Zenofor.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry little one, I heard screaming from inside. I don’t think they are alive anymore,” Raphael gripped his sword. He saw a few tears run down the corner of the filly’s eye. He loosened his grip something stopped him to mutilate this pony; it could be the age, or it could be her look too. Raphael bit his bloodstained lips. He looked away then decided to comfort her. She for some reason didn’t care he was a human. “Hey little foal…” he looked down to the filly that looked up to him. “What’s your name?” Raphael asked sheathing his sword.

“My name’s Apple Bloom,” the filly answered.

He smiled. “Nice to meet you, I’m Raphael Allmore” he looked around noticing a small hollowed tree just outside the Everfree Forest. “Now, why don’t you go to that hollowed tree over there,” it wasn’t large, and it had nothing around it.

AB nodded and went for the tree. As she walked off Raphael saw a scorched green old pony crawling. Raphael walked to the pony. “H-Help m-me… p-please,” the green scorched mare pleaded.

Raphael smiled this is exactly what he wanted. “Oh, I will, how I will,” he smirked unsheathing his sword. “But, first, you must do something for me…” he manically laughed as the mare’s flesh was burning.

“W-What do I n-need to d-do?” the green old mare begged to know.

He smirked as Crimson his blade raised to the air. “Goodnight…” he said. “Forever…” he spoke softly yet again.

The blade lowered in high speed killing the half-dead mare on impact. The blood was dark red and bits of the green mare left on the steel blade. He smiled as he picked the chard pieces of flesh. He popped it in his mouth chewing termly. He licked his lips getting the excess blood on his mouth. “Hm… must’ve been related to that Applejack,” he remembered the blood, mainly because he just had it an hour ago.

He paid no mind to why that filly wasn’t in her bed. Raphael shrugged. Guess now’s a good time to go to bed. Raphael thought licking and eating the stuff off his razor sharp blade.

He sat in the tree awkwardly next to Apple Bloom. “So, why were you not in your bed?” Raphael asked Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom rubbed the back of her mane. “I was in a crusaders meeting, and, I sort of lost track of time,” she admitted still rubbing her cherry red mane.

Raphael rolled his eyes. “Okay, I get it… I guess, and why are you so calm about me being a human?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I heard by Cherilee that long ago there were humans all around,” she pat Allmore’s leg.

Raphael understood. “Okay, I get it, why don’t you go to sleep,” he said closing his eyes. “Then… I’ll… go… out,” Raphael was always tired after a day of mutilating.

               Raphael’s eyes slowly opened as the day began. He yawned as he pat down his armor. “I’m going to go, see you tonight Apple Bloom,” he said seeing Apple Bloom wake from her deep sleep.

Apple Bloom perked up. “Already, but I gotta get ready for school well, I guess it’s good that mah bags are in the clubhouse,” she admitted getting to her hooves.

“Yes, why don’t you go,” she probably didn’t sleep as the stains of her watery eyes stained most of her face and she was still lightly crying.

“I don’t know if I can,” her eyes watered.

He laughed. “Of course you can,” he said looking to the yellow filly.

AB frowned visibly. “Fine,” she frowned leaving him alone.

               Raphael Allmore looked amongst the town. He saw nothing new. Except while walking he saw a cottage. He approached the cottage and pick locked the door. He peaked his head through the door. In the middle of a room was a butter yellow Pegasus nuzzling a rabbit. Allmore smirked as he found the easy victim. He approached the butter yellow Pegasus surprised by the words spoken by the Pegasus. “I knew you’d come, murderer,” the yellow Pegasus spoke in a serious tone. “I knew you’d come, I knew you’d come to good ol’ Fluttershy,” the mare he’d expect to be Fluttershy.

“How do you know me?” he questioned he wasn’t too popular.

Fluttershy smirked evilly. “This is how I know you,” she tossed a few pictures of him over the dead ponies.

“Really and how do you expect to-” with that he leapt from his spot as Fluttershy swung a large sword bigger than anything he’d ever seen! “Whoa dang, where’d you get that?” he questioned the yellow pony holding the large sword.

“Got this a week ago, I call it Sin Maker, it is three pounds of sheer death,” another swing followed her sentence. She raised the blade with ease as did Raphael did the same with Crimson its handle a white figure with black angel wings. Sin Maker and Crimson clanged together repeatedly. No hits were shown. Hit after hit after hit were hitting the swords together. Finally after hours of shattering vases and other items of Fluttershy’s Flutters finally made impact; a hit to through the knee. Raphael clenched his wound with his free hand. He smiled holding Crimson in his other hand. Flutter did something that stroked him as odd. Fluttershy rubbed her hoof along the blade and ran her tongue along her hoof taking any and all blood from her own blade. He slowly got up somehow disgusted even though he’s done that himself.

He cleared his throat feeling his leg begin to bleed as expected. He rose to his legs slowly. “I-I don’t give up easily, Fluttershy,” he said picking up a piece of white cloth he kept in his pocket and tied it around his leg as quickly as he could.

“You ready to continue to lose?” Fluttershy asked raising Sin Maker.

Raphael raised his blade again to the air. “I’m r-ready,” he swayed slightly.

Fluttershy smiled cunningly. “Good,” with that an unexpected event occurred. Sin Maker jolted forward and into Allmore’s other leg.

Allmore screamed in agony. “I… am… the king of Zenofor!” he screamed at the yellow mare, eyelids growing oddly heavy, possibly because of the sudden two wounds to the leg. He fell to the ground. Muttering: “This… is… not… the… end…” soon the last sight was Fluttershy smiling twistedly at him while licking Sin Maker. Thoughts went through his mind. Am I right? Is this not the end? Or am I going to not live to see another day? Guess I knew this would come, just, never thought it would be because of a pony. Goodbye world.

The last words spoken from Fluttershy were: “Goodnight, I’ll wake you when I’m ready.” Then, everything went black. Trapped by Fluttershy and her sword Sin Maker.