Loud screams and horrible moans of pain, my fuel for life as lay here in this cell. Occasionally, I move my head to the bars just to see if I could see what is going on only to be denied the feeling of warm blood dripping down my face. It's not the taste, it’s not the color that I like about it. No, it’s the warmth! Warm fresh blood!

It's probably those reasons why "I" the prince of all glory, Hard Hoof Blueblood the first is still alive to this day. I'm here simply because I want to be, I'm here because one day I accidentally walked down a set of cold steps to find myself in the cobblestones of Hell, my Hell. What I saw first disturbed me, it was a nightmare come true! I was in a panic and ran as fast as my hooves could carry me, knocking down pots and gore of all kinds. I still don't know what they are for and why they are there. I was locked up, being insulted by dirty hooves, the most vile and dirty of hooves I have ever laid royal eyes on. Least to say, I was royal no more, and that is what set me free.

So from then on, I sat in this cell, listening to the screams and the sound of bones being cracked apart. At first I was terrified, unable to cope with such a horror. My thoughts trailed to things like a secret lair of cannibals. But no, I listened. In my fright I listened to the people around me, as if they were my only escape. True as it were, they were my only escape. Simply because my life was their hands and my death was their will.

Still I watched from my cell listening to the screams day after day, never able to sleep but only listen. It soon became a shock as I realized enjoyment was being made. Not by the ponies outside, but by me! I wanted to help, I wanted to bring the pain and the hurt to all around me. I was ignored long enough and now I could make something of it. My life was a waist in useless flailing of names, and now my life meant something. To take upon myself the name of death and bring myself the enjoyment of warmth!

I stop to listen some more as the gurgling of screams comes to a halt, by the sound she was a young mare, with foal, was.

I laid back on the cold stone behind me taking a deep breath. It all happened so quick, the death of many and the short weeks I've been here. True, I never said a word. Why should I? Why should I go ask to help, bring their attention to me? That would either get me into their group, or get me killed. No, I needed a sure plan to get me on those tools... no... Toys. I needed to be patent and let myself in naturally. I'm Blueblood the Red, and I will become Death.

In my ranting, I suddenly heard a new voice come about. It was lovely and laced with honey, a voice I was all too familiar with. I acknowledged the servants, soon to be my servants, no not servants, slaves. They acknowledged her majesty with a bow, I could see this from my cell. She began to speak in riddles that I had never heard before, yet I listened. I know her voice, but I could not put a name to it. Yet she spoke with the soft motherly tone that could be made. A tone that made this beautiful cool place more homey and comfortable.

She spoke of things like food, nourishment and power. Magic was rare, but the magic she had was of differed nature. That the warmth of the ponies cured her weakness and made her strong. The fresh butcher of life brought beauty to her mane, which the most stylish of ponies would want to touch. Then after hearing something about her needed her package, she left. Her farewell, her good bye gave way her Identify as she said "Good Bye," I know who she was. She was none other but my spoiled sister, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza!

As soon as I heard the door close in the chamber, all life returned as I knew it. I wondered about my sister for ages, how she was suddenly able to gain power. Even to this moment, I don't know how she ever became so powerful. All I knew was that I could share in such power. If the heat from blood could make her strong, than it could make me strong. It was soon time to draw attention to myself.

Even as I was getting up to do so, with a smile on my face the door in front of me opened. And I watched as three masked ponies entered into the cell. The lead took off her mask showing herself as Spitfire of the wonder bolts. "Well, Blue Booty, it's been a while since I have seen you. I would have never expected you to smile in a place like this, but now that I am aware of your 'blood line' I am aware as to why." She had spoken these words to mock me, to get me to react. Yet I just stood there smiling at her with my eyes, mouth and heart. I knew my purpose and I knew that she was my key, soon she and all would bow before me as I took my rightful spot in the world.

As I smiled, walking up to her telling her that I wanted the role of death. She calmly informed me that death would be my role, that I was perfect for the role. But now, I know what she meant.

I had hoped to be in charge, to be great. Death is my role and now I'm going to die. After times of working, not once ever touching the toys that could give me immortality, outliving so many, I write this before I'm bound.

Sister, Know this. I will destroy you, I won't be gone forever, and I will destroy you. I am dead, and I am Death.

Author's Note

My Role as Death

Concept: Non existent

Written by: url/[http://www.fimfiction.net/user/Cromegas_Flare]Cromegas_Flare

Edited by: [Ominous] as in, me.