Between Worlds

by TimeRarity64

Rating: teen
Tags: Gore, Diamond Tiara, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Original Character, Tragedy, Adventure
Length: 6278

After watching her father get murder before her eyes and home burn down, Diamond Tiara makes it her life-determined goal in gaining her revengeance against the killers that took away everything she loved.

'Love is what breeds hatred. When you take away that love, hate comes to existence and nothing else but pain will remain.'

Diamond Tiara becomes an avenger; seeking the blood of her enemies that taken away all she had cared for. Becoming the vessel for the eight-headed snake demon, Orochi, she makes it her mission to hunt down the killers and make sure they deteriorate painfully and slowly in the depths of Yomi. Assisted by the demon and her surviving servant, nothing in the world will stand in her way.

(My Little Pony is copyrighted to Hasbro Inc. I take no ownership in its value production or existence. This is a work of fiction and gains no money out of its value. Enjoy. PS: I do not own that image.)

Published 2013-12-28 22:20:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-11 03:30:39 UTC

I: The Birth Of Hatred (Edited)

Between Worlds

My name is Diamond Tiara, daughter to Filthy Rich, and the chosen vessel of the dark snake demon called Orochi. Ever since I became this vessel for this demon, only anger and grief had bellow within my soul. What started all of this was simply tragic for a young filly like me.

It began when my father was killed by a vicious gang and set fire to my home. I managed to escape thanks to a loyal servant of the household. I still remember the flames slowly eating away my home and all the deceased inhabitants as the rain was not strong enough to put out the fire.

Two days passed since my escape. The police Celestia had sent were not so helpful at all though. Pointlessly apologizing and showing sympathy as if I haven't got enough. Nopony knew what to do to with a distraught filly like me; none of them suffered like me. The hatred was born on that day of his death; the hatred against the world. I made it my determine goal to be better than these pathetic cops and set my goals in hunting down the three gangsters that murdered my father. Nothing else matter to me in this world anymore.

A week had passed during my stay at the clinic and the only one who paid visits to me was my only servant. They only kept me there to keep me safe and question me continuously if I remember any of the ponies’ faces. I never gave them the answers honestly; I knew who they looked like perfectly. I wanted to kill them myself. Make them suffer the pain they have brought upon me. When my servant came up to me, he knew my intentions very well from the start and asked to assist me in my father’s last wish. I accepted his request and there we made sure to work together in hunting down those miserable scums of the earth.

When night soaked the sky in its grotesque luminescent scenery, my servant took me back to my scorched home and opened some secret passage I never knew existed beneath torched rubble. It shocked me, but also frightened me when I felt a cold ominous air brush against my coat while staring into the darkness where the stone steps led down to. It took twelve to twenty minutes for us to reach the end, assisted by the light of a torch my servant took from one of the torches hosted on the stone walls.

We were standing in a large room where patterns of a snake with multiple heads were painted all over the walls. The floor was obviously made of stone, but smoothed down for hooves to walk on comfortably. What caught my interest was a sword sheathed in a scabbard gently resting on a white cloth on top of some altar. I questioned this place’s origins to the servant but received no answer. My servant walked up to the sword and bowed to it before motioning me over. I cautiously walked next to him as he set the torch in some pot, granting the luminosity to gently touch the cold large ancient room.

From there he explained without any change of emotion about the brutal gang and their possible ploy in all of this that led them to killing my father. It was to destroy this sword and the lineage my father’s blood carried. Their sole purpose was to kill me, but they failed. It was their biggest mistake that they are surely going to pay soon once I get everything together.

He told me about the sword before me. The sword went by the name Orochi, second to being the deadliest demonic possessed weapon in the world. The rest I did not care about since I had no intentions in searching for all of them like some crazed sword collector. Orochi was some snake demon back in the ancient times before Ponyville was founded that, Celestia and my family worked together to seal away since he had ruled the Everfree and caused only death and despair to any unlucky traveler. He also was responsible for endangering the Apple family, as if I cared honestly.

It was quite impossible to kill a demon by mortal standards, but sealing one was possible. So, Starswirl The Bearded assisted them and sealed the snake demon away into a sword made from strong steel metal given from the dragons located within the Eastern Mountains. When all of that was handled, Celestia knew that trouble was still in the air. There were others seeking such a blade that possessed a lot of power, while there was also a mad cult that worshipped this demon seeking to release him from his prison so he can bring forth Armageddon. It did not matter to me if they succeeded. He was only a weapon now. But even if they did...I will still kill them all, slowly.

My family took the risk in protecting this demon; making sure that each grandchild, son or daughter, and nephew or niece, was alerted and trained in this mission in protecting Equestria from any threat that wished to obtain the sword of Orochi. But this risk had cost my father’s life and gave birth to my agonizing hatred.

The servant knew that I did not care for this country or anything outside of it. I wanted my revengeance and will gain it any way I see possible. If I were to go on this journey for blood, then I would have to sell away my very soul in doing it. This sword, no matter how much demonic energy it contained, was capable of granting me that wish. It was capable of granting me the necessity in taking away the lives that took away my cherished ones.

The servant knew he was in no position in objecting or oppressing my actions and watched as I grabbed the handle of the blade and unsheathed it. Staring at the shining steel, my reflection was clear and the reminder of pain and suffering. Nothing was going to stay in my way. Not my servant, not this demon, not that gang or if I believe, the cult; and not even the princess will be able to stop my thirst for revengeance.

From there, I felt it, and heard that blasted voice that spoke in a venomous tone laced with malice towards all of mortals.

“So, some miserable mortal dare touches me. Are you going to be like those other mortals; all weak and fragile?”

I sensed a bit of disgust in his tone and spoke back with the same emotion in my tone. “Silence you filthy serpent.” There I heard a simple light gasp of shock. Had my words with force shocked him? I was only wrong for a bit when he began chuckling lightly with his disgusting voice.

“So, a mortal like you can hear me? Then by the realm of Yomi where Izanami remains somewhere, this is something worth to remember. What is it that you want mortal; to gain riches, fame, love, or simply a pair of new socks?”

I scoffed at his offers, ignoring my shocked servant’s expression. What was so shocking in me talking to this miserable demon? But then I realized as Orochi had mentioned, I had to be one of the only ponies able in communicating with the demon.

“Well?”

“I do not need anything from you but your power!” I yelled, “That is what I need and will gain with or without your permission.”

He found this amusing and chuckled sardonically. He doubted my intention to getting his dark power which was his mistake. There had to be some way this demon was sealed away for if he had no power at all, he probably would be dead. Shortly, he began laughing; mocking me to his fullest degree until I touched the plate of the blade that I heard him hiss in pain. The blade’s sharp plate did not feel cold, but rough like scales. I eventually realized that the handle gave off some furry texture feeling as if I was holding a lock of hair.

“Do not touch me with your filthy mortal hands, if I was not trap in here; I would already be feasting upon your body and allowing my poison to rest in your veins as you continue to deteriorate in Yomi!”

His threats were comical. I had the upper hoof here since he was incapable of doing anything he pleased. I decided to take this opportunity into my own hooves and speak with authority.

“I demand your power and I will get it. You are trap in this piece of metal and there is nothing else you can do about it!” I mockingly laughed at him next before continuing, “Your threats are pointless, demon. With this blade, I will stain it with blood on the enemies who killed my father and took away my home. Nothing in this world, not even you can stop me on my thirst for revengeance.”

The demon remained silent, puzzled by my words. He knew I was right. He was immobile and breaking out this impregnable blade was pointless. But then he laughed again, instead of chuckling at first in a sardonic fashion. He struck me with suspicion and awe. Had I impressed him in some way?

“Never in my eternal life, since the time that blasted storm god decapitated me and the heavens granted me another life in this blasted world, have I encountered such a young insolent spoil mortal. You truly know how to push my buttons and irritate me. I am aware that I am bound in this blade, but I am capable still of controlling my power. Who do you think controls the Everfree and keeps it in that revolting condition? My power still lies around, growing from the grass and spreading down from the trees onto the soil where the beast of beasts walks upon. I am no ordinary demon, am the king of all serpents! I am Yamata no Orochi!”

His pride was incapable of ignoring.

“Why should I even dare grant you anything, brat?”

I ignored his insult and began. “I told you, I want revenge. I will get it anyway I can. If you won’t give me your power or assist me in any other way, I will take it by force.”

“Like a mere mortal can do such a thing,” he returned his mocking chuckle, “I am a demon you rotten rat.”

“I have sources. Do not even think I won’t hesitate to seek them in extracting your power into me. When they are finish, I will make sure you are toss straight into the Saddle Arabian Sea where nopony will ever find you. You will forever be in the darkness, unable to ever be free or found.” I said.

Orochi hissed angrily, I could feel the cold eyes I assumed were slit and yellow staring at me as if I was only prey. He truly hated me, but that did not matter. I could care less about his background, origins, or whatever the Tartarus he was talking about. My mission was clear and I had no time to worry about some sad story.

“I will help you.”

I gave off a triumphant smirk.

“On one condition though?”

I lifted an eyebrow cautiously, ready for any trap he might pull, as if he could do anything in that prison.

“You become my vessel of destruction. This world…I hate it more than you. I want revenge just like you. That old pony, Starswirl is dead, but those that assisted him like Celestia…I want dead so badly. If you become my vessel, I will be sure to grant you anything you please during your journey for blood.”

I listened closely to his words, trying to spot out any change of tone that might tell a different story than the next one. Snakes were not always good to trust. So far I caught nothing strange in his tone and decided to take his word for it.

“So after I kill these ponies that brought this hatred into me, I will kill Celestia?” She asked.

“Yes.”

I smirked. “Deal, in exchange for your power, I will be sure to kill Celestia.” I made sure to mentally keep note in throwing him in the sea anyway, even if I managed to kill Celestia. I will surely have no use for him in the future when I am done killing those ponies that murdered my father.

“I hope you keep to your word. Now…let’s make the pact, shall we? Cut yourself and make sure your blade drips on the plate of metal, but do not use the blade to assist you in cutting your skin. It must not touch any blood until the pact is made or our deal would be…ruin.”

Without hesitating, I ran over to the pot where the torch was in and punched it. The servant was shocked that I dropped the blade and did such a thing. As pieces of the pot rested on the ground along with the burning torch, I scoffed and grabbed a shard, carefully a part of my bruised foreleg used to destroy the pot. Now that I had blood coursing down my leg, I toss the shard aside and walked to the demon blade. I did as I was informed to do and watch in astonishment as the blade began glowing dark green. My blood slowly slithered down to the edge, dripping down from the tip.

Then, the torch went out causing darkness to enshroud the room in blind fury. I felt a cold grip around my throat before feeling something in me being pulled out my chest. The pain was unbearable, but I did not dare yell to give whatever that demon was doing the satisfaction of my agony. I took it all in, tearing up as blood seeped down my lower lip that I bit down very hard. I could hear my servant panicking, calling out my name, but I did not dare open my mouth.

Soon, everything became still, quiet, and the pain had suddenly vanished. The blade in front of me casted off a luminescent light as glowing snakes with horns on their heads appeared as unique patterns upon the handle of the blade. Eventually, the collar of the blade had changed and took the shape of some snake swallowing or spitting out the blade.

Eventually, ancient symbols appeared on the blade in small embedded forms. I realized that these were scriptures or quotes written in every language possible. It was amazing and…beautiful. I coughed out blood, before feeling my body grow weak. When I fell to the ground, the snake patterns on the walls glowed brightly green, moving in many directions that made me go dizzy and eventually unconscious. I only saw darkness again but felt…comfortable. This place was where I was welcome at.

By the time I woke up, I found myself lying in the same bed inside of the clinic in Ponyville Hospital. By my side was my loyal servant and on the side of my bed was the demon blade, Orochi. I then realized what was being pulled out my body was my soul. My mind and body was still intact, but my soul was in chains, bound by that demon. He can do whatever he wants with it, all I want is to wipe out those foolish ponies.

I realized that I was not experience with a blade and decided to ask Orochi how to wield him and use him. I was ready to learn whatever I needed to learn from this demon snake. He said it will take months for me to master the arts of Iaido, but my hatred was the fuel to my determination in mastering this sword technique in weeks than months.

My servant had no place in this to object or state his opinion. He only went along with whatever I wanted, but I could see deeply down in his eyes that he was very worry about me. It did not matter what he believed anyway, or how worry he was, he knew very well that my mission was stone.

By the next day, the hospital finally released me and the police were still under investigation. It would be a matter of time before they close the case. My servant did not live in my father's mansion; instead, he actually lived in a small home in Ponyville. It was decent enough to live in. It was also close to the Town’s Plaza, making a walk to the store or pastry shop easy. I went to school time by time, but remained most of the time homeschooled. On hours where I was free to do as I please, I trained under Orochi’s supervision.

During these free times, I made sure my servant investigated about these cults. What were they planning really? What my servant said in that cave before, was it true? Where they really trying to destroy this blade? But then their mission dawn on me with perfect clarity. It made a lot of sense why they would burn that place down. They believed that if they destroy this blade their demon god would be release and bring Armageddon upon the world. How comical.

I did not mention this to my servant or Orochi. I knew that allowing them to gain this blade was a bad idea. If this blade was to be destroy, then he would be release and our deal would surely be sever. I had to make sure this blade was kept by my side at all time. My father did well at it and so will I.

My servant time by time will return to me to inform me he had gained nothing so far in his search, but had given me small detail on traces where they were last spotted. Even if it has little detail to it, it boosted up my thirst for their blood. I trained harder, exceeding painfully and skillfully until I was manageable to wield a blade. By the course of time, I realized that Orochi’s demon energy had been sinking into me.

Orochi’s demon energy was not so pleasant. The only way I could spot it is by its unbearable scent. The snake was filthy I bet. If I ever seen his form, it would make me probably vomit. My servant did say he was an eight-headed serpent. But going back to his demon energy, it altered my body. I could now see farther, hear perfectly, and move faster than anypony around me, except my servant for some odd reason.

I am not going to get too fond of it, however, keeping my eyes peer and ready to act if that snake demon even attempts to turn on me. My servant thinks I am still too young probably, naïve that I made a deal with a demon, but he has no clue either that I plan on turning the tables soon when I finish those filthy rats that killed the only dear pony close to me. They will feel my hatred. They will die.

-To Be Continued-

II: The Experienced Witness (Edited)

The mistress can be so…cruel. Isolated from her friends, yet still carrying that prissy attitude towards lesser folks, as well as higher ranking ones. She has no sympathy, only anger and aggression. I still have to watch over her, out of Master Rich’s wishes. It is my duty as the family’s loyal butler to do so. Sometimes I wish I was given the right to object to any demand or action done by her that would put her life on the line. Master Rich had told me, before her birth, “I know it will be too much of me to ask. Seeing how this economy is being infiltrated unnoticeably, I request you take the role as the foster father to my daughter, Equated Wisdom.” Such a difficult task I did not expected to bring only sadness and confinement to all reasoning. The mistress never enjoys hearing my voice of opinion.

She was her mother after all; exclude the kindness and…insolence carried through her ignorant attitude held with contempt. But who was I say to such things that are so negative. She was still a filly, not aware of the real outside world. Trying to show her that would be pointless, since she might just reject it; I am a butler after all.

That vile demon she talks to only increases my wariness. It wants her soul, nothing more than that and the heads of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. Her father would not be so please of this, but truly he would understand like I that his daughter…gave up and became something terrifying. I fear her the most than I do with those cults running about under the princesses’ noses. The mistress is quickly learning in becoming a weapon than an avenger. Sometimes I wonder if she really wants the cult to come after her.

Her only friend, Ms. Silver Spoon tried to gain contact with her, but mistress denied her request. It was disheartening to see such a good filly be rejected from her only friend; best friend might I add. I questioned the mistress, but her words came out with venom:

“Friends, I have no friends. If I did, they’ll only slow me down. She means nothing to me. Is nothing to me! Will never be anything to me! Nopony will.”

If only she shown some tone of regret in those hollow words. I was so glad Ms. Silver Spoon was not around to hear it. Her heart would break and tears will begin to rain upon the soul. The mistress, understanding to this point was cold.

But…

Something in the back of my head began pondering her lack of social activity and rude behavior. She was not herself, obviously, or just the worse of it. She did not want to be slow down. If anypony she befriended were to figure her act for vengeance, they would surely report her or worse…get in her way. Mistress was not a foal to be taken lightly. She was intelligent and dangerous. I am sure she will cut down anypony in her path that prevents her from achieving vengeance.

Still, she did not wanted friends. She…perhaps…did not want to suffer even more after losing her father. To see Ms. Silver Spoon used as some hostage or kill by the blasted cult, it would surely make her give up completely on the world and raise hell on it without any remorse. Maybe that is why she does not wish to have any contact with Ms. Silver Spoon or any other pony. It is for their sake they stay away from her. It is her only way to see them live on if she ever failed; to remember her, instead of having her remember them if they were to die.

I was not so sure, though. Was this a hidden personality within the mistress, if so, she did well to keep it hidden. If it is so true, without any further questioning, I will follow it. I will assist her the best possible way I can, though I know she does not care one bit about me. Ever since she was only four months that she hated me for no reason. She believed I was only a piece of filth that had to be wiped clean in order to make the world a better place. Honestly, I agree with her in every possible way.

Like her, I, too, am carrying hate. I was born different from many other ponies. The only ones capable of noticing my strange behavior was Master Rich, and his father Grand Master Gold. My father had died in the war against Zebrafrica, just a month before my birthday when peace was declared on that poor-desolated civil-war bounded country. My mother had no time to notice my abnormality for she was busy trying to keep food on the table working as a housemaid for the royal family.

Master Rich and Grand Master Gold took me as their own respectively. They taught me to use my best skill on those that truly deserve it. They had a monster like I, hunt down other monsters like the cults or some rapist. They told me that I was not the only one, for there were many ponies like me who used their terrifying abnormality for the greater good. Princess Celestia knew of it, too.

You see, I was a natural-born-killer. I enjoy seeing my victims suffer painfully and remember my face as I torment them for their sins. I enjoy it a lot. They remember everything, either plead for death or forgiveness, and I act as their judge and executioner. Being messy with blood is so…relaxing. I thank them, my loyalty is bound to that family, though…I kept this secret from my mother and I am also glad that my father will never be aware of this.

When those eyes looked at me, I saw resentment and hatred. I was to consider a dog that fetched the stick without question. I somehow carried this presence that made young foals cried upon my sight, took to their mother sides, or simply ran away without any last words to say. My presence was that of Death, though…I knew Death will make his presence before me to commemorate my doings.

Ms. Silver Spoon, however, saw differently. It was as if she and the mistress had heightened senses that saw through my complexion. That was what I could see through her eyes. Mistress saw a dog, collared by her father; as Silver Spoon saw a fatherly figure and protector of good. They were probably right and not right. Honestly, I could not agree or disagree with my own assumption. Maybe they saw something different in me. Maybe they just assumed. At least they did not see the monster I truly was, their views would either be different or reinforced.

I hated that demon. The mistress spent more time with him than me and I was mostly used for gaining information purposes. I did not feel comfortable seeing her speak to the sword most of the time. It was unhealthy. At least spark a conversation with me…never mind about that part, but at least use your time with school work. I was homeschooling her, making sure no suspicion would arouse if ponies found out she was gaining no teachings. She made it more difficult for me for many reasons I am sure I’ve explained before.

There did come a time when she did do her work. I share no words for her on doing great, for I knew she rather see my tongue get cut off than listen to a simple, “You did great,” type of line. How saddening, but expecting and acceptable.

Her ears did perked whenever I mentioned information leading to the cult. She had demanded information immediately, giving me no time to regain my composure. I explained with detail that there were two possibly cult members hidden in the town and knew leads on where the others resided. Requesting I take a more strategic approach, she allowed me permission, but demanded that I capture these possible cultists and inform her so she may pay a personal visit. My blood ran cold…but…not trying to sound inappropriate in any matter…it felt good. Those words…those intentions…they were obvious. She was going to get her first kills. I remember mine. They were so…memorable.

If only she allowed me to tell her my first kill…but her father would not want that. It would be best to leave the poor filly’s mind free of my past sinful hobbies.

So I did what I was told. I went after these ponies. They were both earth ponies and they went by the name Lily and Rosebud. They were gardeners, enjoying the flowers they made and putting them up for sale. The cutie marks on their flanks did not really expressed much about them, though it did give me a clear point of their personality than talent. Rosebud was shy and sometimes calm, while Lily was an outgoing mare, willing to go as far as to bribery in order to get what she wanted. Simply to say, they were partners that both contained their ups and downs, though…Rosebuds was a mystery…for now.

If Diamond Tiara knew my true-self, I would teach her how to properly get a kill. Master Rich and Grand Master Gold taught me this. It was essential that I took down as many cult members or criminals out there perfectly, without leaving a single trace behind that would arouse suspicion from the police or royal guard. Princess Celestia knew of my work and informed me of decent isolated places where nopony would bother finding my victims mutitlated into pieces or unrecognizable due to blunt objects; just hearing the sound of bones crushing send a euphoric thrill up my back. But I had to act civilize in public and not spark suspicion from anypony…not even the mistress.

I studied these two, trying to pick up patterns that would leave them exposed and for me to sweep in and take them somewhere isolated. They were truly open for the taking. I guess the public does not know they are members of the cult, possible cult members. I did not want my mistress to kill innocent ponies. It would stay in her head forever. Her father would not be proud.

It only took two days for me to actually figure out the distinguishing activities Rosebud and Lily participated in. Rosebud stood in her home with Lily as a cloaked figure from the back snuck into the window every night. Who was that cloaked figure? I figure they would surely tell me if I were to capture them and interrogate them for answers.

It was obvious that I made my move as soon as the cloak figure left two hours later. I had to get word first from Princess Celestia if there was any isolated area in Ponyville without telling her about the mistress’ thirst for vengeance. Though I was questioned about it, I told her that the mistress is still suffering and is only isolating herself from her friends so they would not see the grief that had befallen upon her. I was glad the princess kept it at that as she sent one of her private guards to lead me to a shed located in the midst of Ponyville’s Everfree Forest. It was perfect, for there were tools on display along with a table. Everything was set up perfectly so no evidence would be left behind.

When I returned to the mistress, she was asleep, and beside her were the sword and a bowl of rice. I had forgotten the sword was of Eastern decent and that rice was one of its favourites beside meat. I was a bit curious to how it tasted since I only ate little on my time away from her. So, I found a pot in the kitchen and gave myself a bowl of white rice. It was nothing different, but it sent gentle warmth throughout my body, relaxing my muscles as I felt a tasteful pleasure course through my taste buds.

Soon, after finishing my short meal, I returned to my sleeping mistress and carried her off to bed. Her coat against mine was smooth and thick. I soon then noticed that she had been growing up lately, her along with the other foals at her school were near being pre-teens, but were still young to be release out into the world. She was…light as a feather…but warm once touched. She was beautiful…almost like her mother.

When I set her down on the bed, I covered her with her blanket and went off to fetch her sword, but I stopped once she muttered out my name. I turned to her with a surprised expression to see her staring at me with drowsy eyes, only to be casted with an angry expression. Had I angered her? No, it was different for that angry expression of hers was replaced with tears that revealed only anguish and lament. I was confused for a while. I only shown saddened feelings for Ms. Silver Spoon, due to her view about me, but mistress…sure I was sad about Master Rich’s death, but her…I could not describe what I felt. It was…abnormal.

Then…I realized that what I had mentioned earlier that shown some sympathy for her was only but lies; truthfully, I did not care. I only did what I was told. I was collared. Unknown in what to do about this, I approached her cautiously. I only did what I was supposed to do and that was watching over her and obeying anything without further question.

Then I noticed it. Within her eyes resided weakness. She was afraid. I have seen these eyes before plenty of times, but never had I spotted them for my mistress. I did what I thought would soothe her pain and decided to hug her as my mother would if she was sad. If only she truly saw that she was hugging a monster. Mistress hugged back, sinking her hooves into my back. Then I recognized her actions and felt only a rush of pain course through my body. She was punishing me. Tormenting me with these alien emotions! Her hooves…those blasted hooves were pressing further down against my back. Pain increased when she bit my shoulder, sinking her fangs into my flesh. This was punishment, not a beacon for comfort.

I did not move or opposed this. I let her have her way, releasing her anger upon me so that it would calm her down. Her tail brushed against me, enticing me to strike her, to do something that would give her the right to strike back and perhaps kill me. Her mother did the same thing behind Master Rich’s back. She knew how to make me suffer. This…was not one of them. This was new and…impressive in a sick sense.

When she finished, I released a quiet pant as she rested on her back staring at me with a sadistic grin. Those demon eyes were visible before me, causing me to freeze and stare back not aware that I was over this filly, staring down into those alluring orbs.

“Do you want this body? Do you want to see what’s inside of it? Do you wish to bite and chew on it? Do you want to see how stuff you can pull out? Or…” Her tail brushed against my stomach, moving slowly down, “Do you want to ravage it?”

These were not her words. She hated me. She hated me! She HATED me! I could do no such thing to her. No, attractions like this…they meant nothing to me. I felt it was not really necessary for a monster like me! But…those words…the position I was in, my body…acted differently. I backed away, only to fall back and groan in pain. Blood dribbled down my shoulder, causing me to spot her sharp fangs. This was her demon self, the being born once she came contact with that damned blade. This was not her.

She licked her lips slowly, letting her tongue traced on the soft flesh before moving it back into her dark mouth. She wanted me to do something. Do something her mother was not capable of understanding if she knew what I was capable of. But I was not going to do it. I had self-control. I was…a monster that kills for good, not bad.

“Out my room, be sure to leave my blade where it is. I don’t want your dirty hooves touching it. By the way…” Her tone became grim, “The next time you back away like that from me…I’ll be sure to kill you on the spot and handle things by myself. Tell me what you found about those two tomorrow, be sure to when I awake with a good meal. Now leave!”

I nodded my head and exited the room quickly, closing the door behind me hard. I could feel my heart pumping rapidly, as blood continued to sink down my shoulder. I pressed my back pressed against the wooden surface lightly, before slowly sinking down onto the floor, grinning lightly. Those words…they were…

Beautiful...

-To Be Continued-

Author's Note

The butler's point-of-view is quite...dark. I intend to have him as the witness to Diamond Tiara's mission. I will admit, I was astonished and shocked when I was doing this chapter for a while that I stopped for a few days and began watching Dexter (a nice TV show on Showtime and you can find it on Netflix), that Dexter was a perfect example for a sociopath that killed for good. Of course, I went over my work and changed up many things because I felt that it was not perfect. It had to be rewritten. So I did, using what I gained from Dexter. I made sure not to have my butler not so connected with him that they are replicas with different bodies, but their methods of killings were exactly similar. Being a monster that killed other monsters or heartless killers in this world.

So there you go, a butler who enjoys doing things others would find wrong, but understand...it is for the greater good.