Child of the Elder

by The Shade

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, Adventure, Human, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 2222

You know how life like screw you over sideways till you can't feel your legs? Yeah me too, and it just so happened that I found myself in one of those situations, and like always, I must try to get out of it without blowing my brains out.

Now I haven't lived what you'dd consider a 'Normal' life if so monster's were usual, today we were just going to get in, kill a necromancer, have Cici capture his soul before it got into another host, and head back home.
Plans never go like expected, do they? Life likes to screw with you and it got… Complicated.
So here I am, Face to face with Death grinning at me like a fool.
(Warning, this story is written during heavy FEELS! Will contain swearing.)
(No ponies in first couple of chapters.)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-17 14:38:41 UTC

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"Starswirl, are you sure this is a good idea?" Princess Luna asked her student that had discovered a new form of magic, it didn't require a horn or any a sapient creature to work, so they had a earth pony professor casting a spell, a Hex that would turn a glass into a frog for a few minutes.

Starswirl smiled at the princess to ease her nerves and stretched "Have I ever showed you the wrong path before, princess? He innocently asked, after all the memory of the flying milk was still fresh in his mind.

"Fine... I trust you with this Starswirl, Professor Necro Mancer please cast the hex.

"Yes, My Majesty." Was all the reply she got before he started chanting, no magical force was felt in the room as the glass started changing shapes, compressing itself until it let out a bright flash blinding everypony in the room.

The sound of a frog echoed through the experiment room as Starswirl slowly got up to his feet.

"Professor Necro, report to Celestia immediately that the experiment was a success.

The professor didn't respond, which worried Princess Luna for damage done to him. "Professor? Professor are you there? She began searching the room frantically, trying to find the professor, he was no where to be seen.

Suddenly Princess Luna tripped over something, as she groaned and got up she could see the earth pony's lab coat and his name tag on a pile of dust that was caressed with a equine skull. Luna's screams of horror could be heard all the way to Fillydelphia, the art was named 'Necromancy', named after the first and last pony to successfully use it, from then on out it was the most illegal type of magic in Equestria, the usage of said magic would be life time in dungeon or death.

The car shook slightly at the broken road heading to the haunted manor, i've dealt with this kind of shit before you know? Vampires, zombies ghouls Necromancers, witches werewolves, the whole lot of them, never once have I regretted killing them all, they're abominations to life that shouldn't have been alive to begin with!

The car came to a stop outside a house that looked... Unnerving to say the least, the door was made out of solid bone as two skeletons seems to be guarding it, for some reason neither of them had weapons and wore black, expensive looking suits.

"Probably ripped them of someone he killed, sick fuck..." I whispered that to myself as I exited the car, readying my Blessed Desert Eagle to fuck some shit up, and much to my surprise the skeletons actually approached us, smiling slightly doing so.

I never shoot first, i've encountered friendly skeletons before, hell one member in our squad is a skeleton! She's a monster with the swords too...

"May I take your coat while my friend here accompanies you to Master? We can assure you that no harm will be done to any living-" He looked at Cici, our skeleton squad mate. "- or dead creature that's accompanying you, Sir Vail." The skeleton gestured me to follow, i'll admit I was skeptical at first, but skeletons are usually very trustworthy when it comes to the living, almost like a over protective father.

I had my pistol at the ready, for all the good it would do me against hordes of Undead...

He lead me to a giant staircase that seemed to go on forever.

I groaned and sighed "I swear this place isn't nearly big enough on the outside." I said to the skeleton with a deadpan look, he only snickered and popped his back "Well while it is smaller on the outside, Master is a very capable and intelligent Necromancer, an Elder even!" That made my breath catch in my throat, it was one thing to visit or try and fight a old necromancer, since age often resembles power.

But... A Elder? There's like twelve of them at most! Spread around the world, fuck my luck mate... Of all the places I decided I would cleanse it had to be a Elder Necromancer's main base, if I so much as pulled my gun up the chances are that i'll be dead before i've even comprehended what's happened.

Perhaps seeing the worry on my face, perhaps it was the slightly more panicking breath I gave off, but the skeleton chuckled and calmed me down by saying "Don't worry kiddo, Master Death likes you way too much to ever dear hurt you."

There my calm was gone, this was Death! Not the Grim Reaper death dude or anything like that, but he had gained his nickname after fighting on equal grounding with deities before finally exhausting them, forcing them into a retreat.

What did he want with me tho? I'm nothing special! Just your run in the mill monster hunter that likes to rid the world of it's abominations.

We were at the top of the staircase before the skeleton whispered "A few things, be polite, no formalities and for the sake of God himself do NOT lose your cool." Well... That's reassuring.

The skeleton knocked what sounded like a song before opening the door and letting us in.

The room was nothing you'dd expect a Elder Necromancer nicknamed Death to be in, the room was garnished gold, steel grey and royal purple with a few specks of pink as a nice touch on the walls, there was pictures of old kings and queens hanging on the walls, a big heart shaped bed in the corner of the room and marvel floor, the walls looked like it was made from the most expensive gold and steel you could ever imagine, and it looked very bright considering the staircase we went up by was grey and black, sinister looking.

In the middle of the room there was a man floating in the air, he wore something evil looking, almost like a black robe with plate armoring and a sinister green scythe by his side. He looked very out of place in the room.

I don't know why, but I automatically tried to reach for my gun, he just laughed hard at the display, like when a puppy tires to look for it's lost ball.

The skeleton walked up to him and whispered something in his ear, whatever it was made him giggle in glee, it sent chills up my spine.

"Well, if it isn't lil'ol Veily?" He asked with a laugh and levitated over to me, setting the scythe down next to him as he landed on the marvel floor, there wasn't any sound at all.

Veily... Damnit that name is going to hunt me for another eternity now, i'll never forget what that crazy bitch did...

Instead of shouting at him, I decided to play it cool "You know of my name, but I don't have the honors of yours." I replied with the best fake smile I could.

He didn't buy it.

"Now now Veil, we're both far past the point of formalities." I had no idea what he were talking about, so I drew a blank and decided he may or may not be out of his mind.

"I'm sorry but... I don't think i've met you before..." I tried! I really really did, I tried to keep my damn cool but the nervousness and slight anger leaked into my voice, I realized I had done a serious mistake, one that would haunt me until the day I die.

"Boy..." He sounded hurt, not just a little but 'hurt' as in I just killed his only family.

"You don't remember your own Pa'?"

Voices

"Boy..." He started, but I wasn't listening, my goddamned father was not only a necromancer, oh no because that level of life-fucking-you-over is not nearly enough nononononono! He was a Elder Necromancer on that too, fuck man I need a drink.

It's just... I've always known my old man, never once did he show any signs to be dealing with this shit, never once had the thought actually struck my mind.

Hi. A simple word, not to be bothered right? Well, if I wasn't standing in front of one person with the power to level a continent I probably would have shrugged it of, and of course that is if I didn't hear it in my mind.

So to say it promptly, I freaked the fuck out and screamed something that I can't for the life of me remember, i'm pretty sure it was somewhere along the lines of; "OH SWEET JESUS CHRIST IT'S IN MY HEAD!" I can't remember correctly...

Anyways, I fucking sprung up from the chair screaming like a maniac about the demon in my head while both Death and the voice is trying to get me to calm the fuck down, like hell i'm going to calm down with some voice living in my head!

I threw my body around in panic, having my icy blue hair to go everywhere at the same time, I turn around in time to see the blunt end of a staff ramming itself into my face, knocking me clean out.

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I woke up a few hours later in a pink room.

I wish I was joking, the entire room seemed to be covered in pink furniture and wallpapers, my bed felt really soft and I was almost falling asleep again before I noticed a tall, robed figure sitting on the chair in front of me.

"Death?" I laughed out, which turned into a coughing attack that ended up with a lot more blood on my sheets than was intentional, why I had even bled was beyond me, it was just a single blow of a staff in the face.

"You're sharper then you look, but then again you're pretty blunt." the creature, of which I assumed was Death, laughed.

"Yeah yeah suck it up you old fart, if I died from a single staff-blow to the face I don't really deserve to live, damn the shame all those vampires must feel that I killed them." I croak out, talking is still a pain in the ass.

If I was dying I wasn't going to fight it, death is change, not end, right?

Much to my surprise, he actually laughed! A loud, gleeful laugh echoed through the pink room, I mean seriously, this looks like my childhood room.

"No, youngling you are not dying, quite the opposite actually, your father is going to enter the room in a few seconds, the voice in your head is named Cici, treat her well!" And with that, he was gone.

...Cici huh?

...Yeah...

Well if this isn't very awkward i'm going to assume you're a girl, how old are you?

Twnety two.

...

Well that was a buzzkill.

A few seconds later there was a faint knocking on the skeletal door, I mean seriously who makes doors out of bone? Geez...

Anyways, the man of which death called my father, who also is called death, entered the room wearing everyday clothes, well for him anyway.

I snickered as I watched him enter in his red black combination of clothes and backcap, I swear he's younger than me on the inside.

"Hello sonny, how's your stay?" He chuckled at me and I felt my cheeks burn hot, he always called me 'sonny' when I brought a girl over, or when I haven't seen him in a while like he needed to remind me of my embarrassing past.

"Hey dad..." I sighed, this was going to be a lo~ong day.

"So how's life treating you? We haven't seen eachother in almost six years, whooeh! Time flies when you're raising the dea- Wait, I don't think that's how the saying goes, isn't it something about having fun? Raising the dead and having fun, huh anyways!" He's always so goofy, with that silly smile on his face I would literary mistake him for just your everyday father.

"Well, so far life's been treating me fairly well up until I found out that my father is a Elder Necromancer and that death make's house visits to tell people about the voice in their heads." I croaked out a laugh, as silly as this whole situation is one must agree it's certainly humorous.

"Wait wait wait wait wait, slow down there sunny boy, - " I shuddered. " You're telling me that death visited you about the voice in your head?" I slowly nodded and braced myself.

"That." He started grinning.

"Is." I don't think a mortal man can smile that much.

"SO." He took a giant breath and I felt the air in the room getting lighter.

"AWESOME!" He roared out and I flew of the bed and hit a few things before reaching the wall with a smack, I swear he's actually dragonborn and just Fus Ro Dah'd me.

Did I mention that my dad is really childish? Because he truly is.

"Y'know, the last time we were like this you was desperately trying to find the cookie jar..." No I wasn't, I was searching for your gun you dingus!

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

I turn around to see a tall man in black clothing stand to my right.