Equestria; a journey with equines

Chapter 12

Bile and Blood

I tower over the two fillies whom I assume to be lovers. Figures. How unfortunate that they would be torn apart, both figuratively and literally, but I don't care for their feelings. My mind is clouded with darkness and hatred, impenetrable to any compassionate notion. No compassion, no sympathy, no mercy. The same feelings I felt when I dispatched Trixie. I guess it's true that history repeats itself, albeit sooner than expected.

The two fillies are still unaware of my presence, and my intent. An intent that is very much foreign to the land that is Equestria. The element of surprise is not one of harmony, but mine none the less. The element is a valuable asset, but it's not like they could fight back anyway.

They continue to cuddle with each other in the moonlight. Silver whispers something in her companions ear and they both giggle. Normally, I would say it was adorable, but the darkness that clouds my mind and influences my actions.

My eyes glow with increased intensity, the blackness leaking from the sockets at the sides. I levitate a large fallen branch into my claw and raise the wooden club above my head. It catches fire, dark purple flames dance across the surface of the wood.

Thump!

The makeshift club comes down onto the nearest target, Silver Spoon. The grey body of the filly slumps the ground as a loud piercing scream echoes through the forest. The scream that has surely woken half of Ponyville brings a smile to my face. Diamond's scream is music to my ears, the fear feeds the power coursing through me. Nightmare's power.

I grab the screaming purple filly and pound her against the ground, right on the edge of the cliff. My claw digs into her sides as my grip tightens, fresh blood trickling from the wounds. Her scream raises an octave as the pain overwhelms her.

I throw the still screaming filly into the air, blood staining her coat. I drop kick the bully off of the cliff. The screaming fades as she gets further away, eventually turning to silence. Silence being just as satisfying as her screams.

I turn towards the unconscious Silver Spoon. I dig my claw into her stomach and throw her against the tree that I was sitting in before. I grab her leg and swing her repeatedly against the tree. Ultimately breaking her leg before letting her fall the floor. There are large black bruises on her face and her glasses are smashed, leaving shards of glass embedded in her face. Blood trickles from the wound on her stomach. I float over the flaming club for where I dropped it and raise it high above my head...

Another scream echoes through the forest, tearing my attention from Silver. I run towards the edge of the cliff, my magic flaring once again. I throw myself off the cliff towards the source of the screaming.

Free fall. The brief time falling causes a rush of adrenaline, affecting my magic. My magic engulfs the branch in my hand, wood turning to metal. The transformation lasts a little over a second, changing the flaming branch to a sword of deepest black. Perfect.

I land next to the screaming, blood stained filly with such force that I leave a crater. A large crater. Diamond, surprisingly still conscious and screaming, attempts to get away from me. Only to hurt herself more. Her broken legs prevent her from running and the wounds I inflicted have opened up more, leaving a large crimson pool around her body.

A reach towards her horn, taking large amounts of pleasure from ripping her horn from her skull, spurting blood all over me. I take the horn and plunge it into her side, tearing open the existing wound more, before pocketing it as a trophy. I just wish that I kept Trixie's horn too, I could start a collection.

Her screams raise in volume, tears streaming down her face, mixing with blood from where her horn used to be. I gouge out her left eye, spurting viscous fluid down her face, mixing with the blood and tears. I force the eye into her mouth, silencing the screams while she chokes down on the eyeball. She vomits onto the ground, then coughs up a large amount of blood. I make sure to punch her in the face a few times for good measure, causing as much pain as possible. I throw her against the face of the cliff, causing her to slip into unconsciousness. I lift the now silent filly and rip off her legs, one by one, spraying blood all up the wall and myself. The purple colour of her coat is smothered in crimson. The red colour suited Trixie better.

I beat the body with the limbs, causing blood to gush from her sides. Dropping the limbs, I lift the black sword above the filly, she's probably dead, but who cares? I bring blade down upon her stomach, slicing it open so the entirety of its contents spew out. The disgusting mixture of bile and blood kicks up a stench, but a stench that I disregard.

I impale her on the sword, flames bursting forth from the black metal. I really like this sword. The flames roast the body of Diamond Tiara, providing a feast for myself. The sword dematerialises from my hand in a bout of dark smoke. I lift the cooked meat to my mouth and gorge myself, the meat tasting better than bacon. Much better. I take joy in devouring the organs, especially the heart. Blood flowing from my mouth,  soaking into my t shirt. But I take no notice.

...

I eat until I'm only left with the head. I tried the brain, but it tastes absolutely vile. I leave the head in the pool of bile, I'm not hungry anymore. I attempt to scale the face of the cliff, failing. I try again and again, doing nothing but fuelling my frustration. My still glowing eyes glow brighter still, before my magic engulfs my body.

I am racked with intense pain. The magic causes something to grow out of my back, the bones tearing through my flesh puts me in excruciating pain. The burning sensation causing muscle spasms. I scream out as the transformation comes to completion. I have grown two, large, leathery wings.  Wings!

I fly up the cliff face, landing where Diamond and Silver were cuddling. The speed of my flight would put Rainbow dash to shame. Flying is incredible, even better than the cloud. The wings seem permanent, just like the claw I possess. They both seem to be part of my body now. But I'm not complaining, being superhuman feels so good.

I walk over to where I left Silver, only to find nothing put a small pool of blood. The filly has disappeared, I would hunt her down, but she will suffer more knowing that Diamond is gone forever. If I see her again, I make sure to show her my trophy, and break the rest of her legs. I'll make sure to visit her in hospital, making sure she never leaves. That is, if she survives the journey back to town.

I fly back towards town, my smile larger than the cake that had brought me so much joy. But who needs cake, pony flesh tastes so much better...