What I Must Do

Chapters

Through The Gates of Hell
Stranger in a Strange land
Hell of a Morning
The Art of Demons
Late Night Heroism
Deja-vu From My Heart
Let Loose The Dogs of War

Through The Gates of Hell

What I must Do

Through The Gates of Hell

Black skies, no light could penetrate its depths. Ash lay beneath their feet it's chill bit their flesh harshly. The ash rained down with a malevolent tranquility upon the vast expanse of desert, the mottled grey of it's terrain created a grim atmosphere. In the distance was a tall structure of onyx which, if one thought logically, was the only reasonable destination for the two wanderers.

These travelers left two distinct prints within the ash, one was a set of human feet the other a hooves, one called this barren land home whilst the other considered it a treacherous and unknown plane. Said Human walked with a pondering pace as the leather sack he carried occasionally swung from left to right, it's essential contents shifting from side to side. Beside him was a tall and broad creature with ram horns protruding from it's skull it's flesh a dull crimson, the ash rain was smudged against his flesh, thick and messy black fur trailed from waist to hoof.

The Demon glanced at his Human companion for a moment before returning his gaze to the destination before them. A steady breeze managed to blow some ash into the Human's eyes, a mild inconvenience, the ash was easily brushed away however it did leave it's grey mark around his eyes. This was partial compared to the ash covering his bare upper body, he felt at comfortable without fabric on his chest, his strong body kept itself properly heated.

Said Human brushed a loose lock of his chocolate wavy hair, to remove the ticklish sensation it was inflicting upon his nose, two eyes one grey and the other a ruby red each stared at the pitch black structure. His bare upper body was covered in scars yet upon his face was a scar which jaggedly travelled from the right of his forehead to his chin, it was always a reminder of how he lost his eye originally. What made this being stand from other Humans was the network of crimson branches all over his body, it was almost like an ancient warriors tattoos.

"Distruttore. How will I hide my wings once we get in?"

The Demon looked over at the Human with a hint of concern. "Is the concealment charm fading? It should last longer than this!"

"Well it isn't, I can feel my wings coming through, see?"

Distruttore grabbed Salvatore's shoulder and forcefully turned the Human's back toward him, the still freshly anointed Archangel was right. "When we get closer I will hand you a robe, just cover your wings with it. It shall be hardy enough convincing my people that a Human being in our settlement is not the worst of decisions".

They continued walking and Salvatore rubbed the back of his neck where Distruttore had placed some Demonic charm to conceal his wings. Salvatore gave way to a sigh as he pondered on living within a Demon clan for a while, he didn't hold anything towards them as a race, he just knew that being Human would bring trouble of all kinds...Not just the fact he is an Archangel however he trusted his martial prowess to get out of a bad situation or, as a last resort, his swordsman skills.

"May I question you Salvatore?"

Distruttore's booming voice brought the pondering Human from his mind, which was a good thing the way his mind was going. "Of course, what do you want to know, a bit of talk would speed up the journey".

The Demon took a deep breath before speaking. "You have taken up my offer to train you in the ways of a Demon yet you bring not just a blade of your own making but an Angelic blade...What is your reasoning?"

Salvatore took a moment to revise his companions words and knew it was a genuine yet fair question. "My Master, Yamamoto, taught me that a warriors sword was more than a simple implement of killing. A sword is a warriors soul, it must be treated with respect, and in my case that Angelic blade is certainly a part of me".

The Archangel looked at Distruttore as they walked and awaited his response. When he finally turned his gaze back to Salvatore there was a gleam of understanding in his fiery orange eyes. "That I understand, as a warrior, you Humans have many similar traditions to both us Demons and the Angels themselves. I want you to know my questioning is not out of lack of trust just simple curiosity however I ask you to conceal it from my people".

An understanding nod was returned, the Demon's request was completely reasonable. They each found that little conversation transpired between themselves, their second conversation the whole journey being the one which had just transpired. Despite this silence they silently agreed to the void of social interaction between them, not out of spite or a feud, it was simply what each of them preferred.

Memories of the battle to save Equestria hit Salvatore harder than he thought...Although felling the many Demons whilst valiant Ponies fell left and right would leave it's marks even though said Ponies were brought back from death's cold grasp the blood soaked memories made him think about the Demons, yes they were trying to destroy Equestria and slay every living thing upon it's beautiful land, however from what he had learned from Distruttore all the Demons he killed were not too different from any other living being.

They had lives, families, roles in their respective clans and who knows what else more that made them more than simply mindless killing machines. During the battle Salvatore thought of as nothing more than moving piles of flesh...Now he did his best to count them all...So that he could place the weight of their corpses upon his shoulders and taint his heart with their blood that showered the meadows which they battled upon. The Archangel began to plan a form of physical punishment for his blind stupidity.

"Let not the burdens of war weigh upon thy soul".

Salvatore looked at Distruttore who was doing nothing but walking forward, always forward. "What?"

A sigh escaped the old Demon's lips. "That face you wear...It tells me more than you would like. War...War is something a warrior must endure for what is a warrior that cannot endure?"

A smile returned to the young Archangels lips. "You remind me of my old master...He would like you. A wise men in every aspect of his being".

"I would be pleasured to meet such a man. Do take my words and contemplate them...We Demons know grief far beyond war".

They each looked ahead and saw that they were only minutes away from their destination, speech was an amazing thing. A another glance elicited another form of concern from the Demon."I hope that you take on our customs as well as our techniques. You will be made to feel welcome in my house yet outside I will trust you have composure when faced with a firm opposition".

A toothy grin gleamed at the Distruttore. "If I gave in under pressure now then my whole life up until this moment has been a waste".

'There's the savior I know, that boy who destroyed my army and bested me.' Distruttore hid the warm smile which revealed sharp teeth. "Now remember to cover up good!"

Salvatore grabbed a long grey cloak from the leather sack he carried and wrapped it around his upper body to effectively secure his wings, though admittedly it was quite uncomfortable, his first task was t get to Distruttore's abode alive. Once he was ready Distruttore picked up his pace and they was soon standing face to face with the titanic onyx gate, it's structure could hold the Hell Beast they battled if necessary.

"I'm ready". Salvatore signaled the Demon to knock three times upon the metal door, three booms that resonated through its surface, that sound marked that start of a new journey that Salvatore the Human ascended Archangel would now embark upon to find answers both within himself and withheld by his master.

Stranger in a Strange land

What I Must Do

Stranger in a Strange land

As the titanic onyx gates began to part a mighty groan called from the ancient metal of it's structure, like the waking sounds of a long sleeping giant. This was followed by a ear piercing whine which was more universally known as the sound of old machinery grinding, questions of the structures age began accumulating within Salvatore's head. The scent of fire hit Salvatore's sense of smell and from this a new curiosity was born although the scent was harsh at first it soon settled into a comforting warmth that spread throughout his body, such a comfort he did not expect to find.

"The scent of home...Tis a warming thing is it not?"

"I wouldn't know". Salvatore kept his gaze on the slowly opening gates. "This is not my home and I doubt any will accept me"

"What was that you said about always having somewhere to belong?"

A chuckle from the Archangel was unexpected. "That I do...Still it does not right the wrongs I have done to your people..."

Distruttore felt something tug inside his chest. "What did I tell you! You knew no better at the time...Even you have to admit you had no idea and what of your convictions? You fought for what you believed was right and was victorious. It is simply the nature of war..."

Salvatore looked at Distruttore and could tell the Demon was truthful in his words which warmed the sombre Archangel's heart. The Demon had more wisdom within him than he let on...Something else Salvatore respected him for. "Excuse my dim mood it must be simply annoying now-"

"Stop speaking nonsense! You have endured far more than any being I have met and survived...If you were to ask me I would say you earned the right to express your sorrows". They both looked into each others eyes before looking at the open gate before them, though it was only opened so the two could enter.

They slowly walked through the narrow pass yet before they took their final step into Distruttore's domain Salvatore whispered. "Thank you..."

Suddenly a barrage of cheers was all that Salvatore could hear as hundreds of Demons that were big, small, male and female even some children were being lifted high by their parents. Salvatore quickly pulled up loose parts of the cloak to make a mask and hood, a simple yet effective disguise. Thankfully all the attention was placed on Distruttore, expected since he was the Lord of this settlement.

This gave Salvatore the time he needed to use his observational skills to inspect his surroundings. It seemed that the Demons lived in very close and tightly packed spaces as deduced by the tall dark grey structures which went on without end and between them all were thin alleyways furthermore a orange glow emitted from nearly each and every window in the tall structures. A multitude of ropes crossed between the buildings from various heights and angles which made him become entranced by the strange architecture. All of the tall structure were littered with cracks, crevices and missing chunks of stone missing which added to the overall compact feeling of the vast city.

"Who is your friend my Lord?"

The question came from a rather thin and tall Demon yet he was a deep crimson...Just like Distruttore in fact they all were. "A traveller of realms. I have invited him to observe our way of life and stay within my abode for the time he is here".

"A rather mysterious figure...But a strong one none the less". This sultry tone came from a female Demon eyeing the partially exposed pectorals and taking in the full view of his abdomen. The smeared ash gave his skin a mottled black slash grey look which proved to be helping his disguise greatly.

"He is indeed strong and I expect our guest to be treated with respect..." Distruttore let his booming words settle upon their minds. "Is that understood!"

It was a rhetorical question of sorts with the strength of a command. It was clear to all of them that they were to treat the visitor with a common etiquette which brought a slight smile to his hidden lips. Then of course a tall and bulky Demon pushed the lanky Demon and the female who couldn't stop eyeing him up aside harshly...Salvatore nearly took action but was stopped by the lightest glance from Distruttore.

"Strong is he!? Look at him he looks good but I bet on one blow to knock him out!"

A purposefully loud sigh drew all eyes to the mysterious cloaked traveller. This seemed to spark a reaction from the meat head Demon as he squared right up to Salvatore looking down on him. "You think different? I think you should show some respect to the strongest Demon in this part of Hell!"

The meat-head was about to push Salvatore with one hand and just before he made contact a swift hand twisted the Demon's arm which allowed him throw the Demon to the floor easily and due to the Demon's size his weight easily threw itself to the floor...It was such a swift and fluid motion that no one had time to clearly see the mysterious stranger move, it was almost like they watched a river seamlessly flow.

A worrying silence settled in as they awaited the humiliated Demon to stand. "W-Wha...How did a scrawny thing like you beat me!"

Both his red and grey eye momentarily gave off a ruby glow..."Your size allowed me to distribute your weight in any way I see fit...Had I been serious you would have more than a wounded pride".

A wave of reality hit the Demon and he then retreated through the crowds to god knows where. It was then a roaring cheer came from ever single Demon surrounding him which caused a bit of surprise however Distruttore seemed to of saw the confusion in his eyes. "My people respect a skilled warrior...".

He stood by the side of Salvatore and whispered through the roaring cheers. "Lets be sure not to ruin this..."

Salvatore agreed with a firm nod and looked over the many Demons which formed the massive crowd all had the same attributes whether they be tall, short, fat or strong they all had deep crimson skin with ram horns protruding from their temples and a set of goat legs...They all seemed to be members of a certain race of Demons...That would explain why Beelzebub looked so different to the thousands which formed his army.

"As great as it is to be home I must show our honoured guest to my abode!" As soon as he commanded his people went back to their daily lives and flooded down the many passage ways while some even climbed up the ancient towers where they lived, it was like watching an army of ants go about their business.

They began walking down what seemed to be a main path as it was wider than other passages within the city and as Salvatore was taken deeper into the city it's life and culture became evermore vibrant. Merchants of any and all trades did hasty business with many customers as it seemed the hundreds of stalls lining the edge of the path for what seemed like miles, it was almost like staring off into the horizon. Not only did the merchants draw his attention with their many wares and trinkets on top of that were the performers who created music from drums, maracas and many other instruments while others performed acrobatics while holding flaming torches. Salvatore had to admit...He was already liking this place...

"Not what you were expecting?"

The amused voice drew Salvatore's attention to Distruttore who had one of the most genuine smiles he had ever seen, despite what he had seen in Equestria this was still a Demon who smiled as though he was living in paradise.

"N-No...Not really. I didn't expect so much festivity". A happiness radiated from the undercover Archangel's words. "It feels close here, like they are all family. I feel a deep connection between them all...Their energy feels so radiant".

"Expecting fire and brimstone to rain from the sky while the creatures of Hell picked bones from their maws! Hahahaha!" Distruttore was chuckling carelessly loud and although we received many looks nothing ever stopped because of us.

"I wasn't expecting this...Where do you live seeing as you are the Lord of this domain?"

"Tis just ahead. See that large manor off in the distance flying banners?" He pointed straight forward as they made their way through the waves of Demons and it took Salvatore a few seconds to focus due to all the distractions lining the streets. When his eyes settled upon the manor he was pleasantly surprised since he was expecting a fortress of doom which turned out to be a undoubtedly sturdy looking structure yet it's architecture was exquisite

Suddenly Salvatore was stopped in his tracks as he bumped into something soft and warm. He look down and he quickly realized that he was now looking at a rather large pair of crimson breasts while the female Demon he bumped into was gazing into his bare chest. Her clothing consisted of dark brown cloth which barely stopped her breasts from popping out and only just covered up her womanhood however she had a beautiful head of long onyx hair.

"Excuse me?"

His voice caught her off guard as she viably jumped and looked up at him. Her amber eyes were gleaming with awe and something else..."I apologize stranger...I did not mean to disturb you yet I am quite glad I did". A cheeky smile revealed two sharp incisors.

"I am glad I wasn't a nuisance now if you will excuse me I must get going". The female held out an arm to halt him from escaping.

"You would be if I didn't know where to find you. It would make this Demonette overjoyed if she knew how she could bump into like that again, hehe". She giggled like a shy teenager yet behind it was always a hint of lust.

"I-I am staying right over there". He pointed at the manor. "In Distruttore's manor as a guest".

Her eyes widened. "Are you something special or just really damn lucky?"

"I guess". Again his eyes glowed ruby red. "A bit of both actually".

Her grin smile grew wider at seeing his little trick. "Well since you're in a hurry and all how about you give me a name to call for?"

"Salvatore...And you?"

"Vizira. You can expect to see me soon, hehe". She winked at him whilst holding that ever sensual smile.

After she left Salvatore only just noticed that Distruttore had carried on without him. Fair enough he knew where he was going but now he felt like the sexual advances and meat heads wanting a fight were the least of his worries with that in mind he took off at a brisk pace towards Distruttore's manor. It was a good thing he had a disguise on or else Vizira would of seen the bright red blush all the while they were talking..

With the Manor in sight he made sure to be as fast as he could so that his training could begin. He was anxious to learn their ways yet he has the feeling that Vizira was definitely serious with her words...

Hell of a Morning

What I Must Do

Hell of a Morning

The difference between day and night balanced on a silk string in Hell. Only a slight change in light was to be seen which was observed by Salvatore's keen eyes when he watched the time of slumber approach with at a swift pace. Once he had awoken the days light was subjected to his observations which was taken place when he leaned against the open wooden window, his thoughts drew him into a trance like state, it was fascinating watching the Demons set up their stalls while others waved goodbye to their families before going to their place of work.

It was after his observations that he pulled the leather sack containing his, well what he believed to be, "essentials". He placed the sack upon his bed which was surprisingly comfy...Then again Distruttore was royalty. Salvatore undid the rope which held the thick leather into a sack and watched as his possessions rolled out onto his temporary bed with a few clinks and clanks.

Laying before him where his two blades Equilibrium and, the recently dubbed, Luciana as it reminded him the Angel fondly. Along with his blades he brought the silver cross given to him by Archangel Gabriel, it's reflective surface gleamed even under Hell's dim morning light. Distruttore had told him to not bother with packing food or water as it would be a waste once they arrived in Hell...Once again seen as he holds a royal status it makes much more sense.

Salvatore decided to spend some time inspecting his blades inch by inch before allowing himself a morning meditation session. In his meditative state he cleaned himself of the dark thoughts which held no purpose or relativity to his life currently and he discovered happiness in the prospect of soon finding his Master again. Once he could feel that the negativity had been removed from his energies his aura felt lighter and could sense a bright glow emitting from it. Unfortunately he would have to suspend himself from using any Angelic magic...Doing so would cause many complications.

It was only when he sensed Distruttore's presence approaching that he opened his eyes and got up from his lotus meditation position. In a record time Salvatore packed all of his belongings and placed them under his bed, admittedly not one of the most original hiding places. In the last few seconds he had before his first lesson began the still disguised Archangel took the time to look over his room which held nothing more than a large dark oak four poster bed and a bedside draw made from the same dark oak, a simple yet still charming set of furniture.

A subtle creek signaled Distruttore's entrance. He looked quite fresh and was relaxed both physical as well as spiritually, a pleasant change. "Still wearing that cloak?"

His question was one of amusement. "I am still getting to grips with where my true identity won't draw negative attention".

The crimson Demon walked over to him and swiped the cloak off of his body, a silent answer to his question. "In my home you will be treated as the guest you are. I have informed my other half however as for my daughter she still has not yet returned from her adventures of exploring every crevice of the City".

"A daughter?". Salvatore whispered to himself. "What will I be learning today?" He asked as he stretched his wings, resulting in a few pops.

Distruttore walked out of the room and signaled for Salvatore to follow. "Alike all things I believe the best to start with is the basics...I shall see how you deal with that then I will decide what to do with you, that is if you are up for it". They walked through the candle lit hallways of Distruttore's grand manor. There was little light entering the building yet the candle light was soothing, candles were either place on holder attached along the walls or simply sat on an idle bland surface.

"My previous training is still not perfected...Though I still believe I can handle whatever you throw at me". A confident smile drew a chuckle from the Demon, it was a deep booming laugh.

"I will do my best to tutor you yet remember that I will also teach you of Demons not just our techniques". Salvatore nodded in agreement, a silent answer.

After descending three sets of stairs they entered a dimly lit room which held a ever so light scent of smoke. The smoke was coming from a reasonably large pit fire in the center of the room, it's light spreading thinner and thinner across the spacious room. After leaving the wooden stairs Salvatore observed the underground room which was walled with stones varying in size and shape while the roof seemed to be an eternal void of darkness, a oddly beautiful place.

Distruttore had vanished into the darkness and left the Archangel to walk in circles around the fire pit while observing the many runes and symbols decorating the walls plus the fire had a white circle around it with various runes within it, it seemed like a place of spiritual importance to Distruttore. A warming energy resided especially in the strange room furthermore Salvatore sensed a wisdom within the room...A deep strength which had taken root long ago and had remained rooted for many generations.

As he felt emotions of determination and failure which were washed away by realization...It had been like this ever since he had trained in God's personal training chamber. Salvatore had become very in touch with his own energies as well as the energies around him furthermore he empathised with others very easily however he was now feeling the emotions and energies from the past. Different energies from many auras which held so much emotion, the feeling was alien, Salvatore felt connected to these past energies and even then began to feel Distruttore's energy as he returned from the shadows. Salvatore put it down to his extensive meditation and training upon energies...

"I hope you are prepared...My Tock Buay".

Two rolls of rope were thrown at Salvatore's feet. The Archangel looked at the rope then back to the Demon questioningly to which the Demon simply replied...

"Your training begins now!"

The Art of Demons

What I Must Do

The Art of Demons

The flickering flames were so close, as though they licked the flesh so close to it, as Salvatore and Distruttore sat cross legged by in front of the fire. They were sat next to each other, the Demon tutoring the Archangel, currently Distruttore was going over how to properly wrap one's hands with a long strand of rope. There was a serene silence within the dimly lit room as the Archangel learned from the silent movements and gestures of his mentor.

Both of them had received a few mild injuries from their first ever sparring session, a few cut and bruises here and there, however Distruttore simply told his pupil "I know a place" and that was all he said. The Demon had to muffle a few laughs when Salvatore was wrapping his hands for the first time which was not bad yet Distruttore wanted to train the boy right. Although at first understanding the specific order of first knotting the rope four times to be placed over the knuckles bewildered Salvatore at first, watching Distruttore wrap his hands with so much ease and speed made his eyes shine in wonder, after he got that right they both went through wrapping around the hand to secure the knots, since the rope they used was long they wrapped it around their wrists and forearms until only a loose end was left just below the elbow. Distruttore showed Salvatore how to tuck the loose end into the wrap which ended, as where the loose end did, below the elbow.

Distruttore smiled warmly at his student and could see a gleam in his eyes."Form a fist..."

Salvatore did so and the knots faced outwards from his knuckles, providing a rather intimidating improvement upon a bare handed strike. It was tight yet it was not uncomfortable...The Archangel looked over his now wrapped hands, clenching his fists time after time to test the new sensation. "I have never come across any style or technique which requires neither asks the practitioner to bind their hands..." Distruttore waited slightly discomforted, thinking Salvatore was not taking a liking to the Demons Ways. "This is...Amazing! So new and different! I wonder what applications this hand binding could provide!"

Now all the Demon could do as a seemingly very excited Archangel bounced around the room executing various flying kicks was watch with a gaping mouth......This then turned into a sort of smile which came from a certain kind of happiness...This happiness came from something akin to parenthood......Being a teacher. Watching his pupil succeed at his first lesson and to see him taking to it so quickly was a sight that made the Demon swell with pride knowing that his last pupil just may be the greatest he has every taught.

"What are we doing next!" The crimson Demon shook his head and jumped slightly when the Archangel was right in front of him. 'This boy...'

Distruttore chuckled and placed a huge hand on Salvatore's shoulder. "Now we eat! You may not be tired but this Demon is quite old".

"Of course Master and old? Tell that to the army you defeated". He would of told his new student that it was he who saved Equestria yet after the Archangels words sunk in he let his students words warm him.

"I believe that will be the last 'fate of the world' deciding battle I will ever fight in, hahahahaha!" Salvatore even found himself laughing with his new mentor...It was funny to think they once wanted to only kill each other. "Lets go to the dining hall!"

After ascending out of the training room Distruttore led his student down a hallway then through a door which was crafted from the near black oak which made the rest of the furniture in the Manor. They went through said door and were met with a reasonably long dinner table which held the largest and most enticing foods ever to hit Salvatore's sense of smell. "I had my cooks prepare a large meal before sending them home. Also I believe my daughter will be home soon...She will indeed be hungry".

"How can you tell she will be back?"

"Oh it's a fathers instinct , trust me".

The two took seats close to each other before diving straight into the feast before them, though they were different in blood and age, the two found that there was not much difference between them nor anything they disputed about. It was as thought the two were simply bound to be friends, no matter how long it took for them to meet, as they discussed with each other about honour, morals and others matters alike they found naught but agreement, yes different views yet none the less agreement.

It was during this relaxed time that Salvatore took a moment to think how things were going in Equestria without him.......

"This day could not POSSIBLY get any worse!"

Celestia slammed her head into her desk after reading THAT damn letter! The Princess couldn't process how much was happening right now...First a outer world attack on Equestria then Salvatore leaves without a trace and NOW! Now the Emperor of the Imperial Griffin Empire has accused her of developing MAGICAL SUPER WEAPONS!

The mass amount of losses and damage done to Equestria after the attack was thankfully restored thanks to whatever magic the Angels have at their disposal however her people are now frightened and have become divided, a tragedy for for the ruler to witness. Many ponies have sent petitions and even protested outside the Castle walls demanding a stronger military force to prevent another attack, her peaceful subjects so easily seduced by the comfort of the sword. Not only where there demands for a full revamp on their forces but there has been word of multiple cults around Equestria spreading their influence......and it was spreading quickly, thankfully, Luna took up the task of rounding up a investigation team and finding out just what these cults intentions were furthermore what in the hay they are putting into ponies heads to amass so many followers.

Celestia rubbed her head with her shoe-less hooves, hoping somehow it would magically drain all the stress away which was ironic since she was a goddess who could lower and raise the sun. After a few moments of staring at a blank sheet of paper in contemplation the Princess began writing her reply to the Emperor. After doing so she rolled it up and tied a ribbon around it before stamping it with the official royal seal, as is customary with a message of such importance. She placed it on her desk and went to her door which sealed her in her currently dark candle-lit room which she, personally, needed considering the piles of paperwork and petitions she had to "formally" reply too.

Princess Celestia burst out of her door, she was on a mission and no pony was going to stop her, her serious face in place and ready to take action. "Luna! We have work to do!"

Late Night Heroism

What I Must Do

Late Night Heroism

It was late, at least that's what he was told, Distruttore's daughter had still not returned from her ventures in the city. After saying goodnight Salvatore went to his bedroom where he genuinely attempted to rest alas he could not, so to aid his contemplation, the Archangel practised the River of Reflection form of the Angelic Internal Art style. His practice was less of a technical practice but more of a way to distract his physical body while he pondered upon the disappearance of Distruttore's daughter, it was true Salvatore had never even met her yet something disturbed him, the currently constant feeling was what he referred to as his instinct and he had yet to ignore it.

Salvatore took it upon himself to discover what Distruttore's daughter was up to if not bring her back, since he had not explored the city even once he would have to rely on his less natural senses. He returned to a neutral stance midway through the form and went over to his bed, his stark wings folding in preparation for what he was about to do. Reaching under his bed he pulled out the dirty grey robe that Distruttore gave him to conceal his identity, the robe was then wrapped around his torso and back to prevent his wings from sticking out before he used the remaining length to create a mask and hood.

He could feel his Demonic power as it became.......excited? Joyful even? The markings across his body dimly glowed with energy as Salvatore perched on the window ledge, a childish smirk spread behind the cloth mask. 'Back to adventuring already!'

With unnatural power and grace he lunged from his perch to the side of a building about twenty meters away, thankfully, he grew black claws to make climbing easy. Not that he couldn't of done it without them it's just that he preferred not to pierce solid stone with his fingers, he doesn't want to frighten the locals and draw more attention to himself. A flux of energy surged through the Archangel as his eyes became equal to that of tools that allow beings to gaze at the celestial heavens while his hearing became akin to a bat's, his training in the use of energy maipulation and physical enhancements was so far invaluable.

Suddenly the city was his play ground, no longer a titanic maze, every whisper he could hear and every rodent crawling in the dark could not hide from his all seeing eyes. Salvatore lunged again yet this time he continued in search for Distruttore's daughter, hopefully she would be somewhat easy to find in a city full of Demons who looked alike.

Thankfully the night allowed the silent hunter to leap over heads and rooftops without notice, not that he couldn't do so without the darkness it would only present a challenge for the Archangel at best. As the shadow pounced across the sleeping city of stone he could only detect those who protected their home, that of which were patrolling the city, as he traversed the tallest buildings and fell through cool skies to go wherever his instinct lead him the young man felt a freedom that he had not felt for many years. Not since..........

"Agh!"

Clutching his skull in pain as he fell onto a roof while his mind went through the sensation of being ripped in two, curling into a vulnerable ball and hoping that holding onto his head would erase the pain. It felt as though something buried within his mind was trying to fight its way out, as though it had always been there yet he could not recall, it was almost like being unable to place a name to the face of a loved one.

In an instant. The pain stopped, somehow this left a numbness in the absence of said pain. 'Are you okay?'

The voice within Salvatore's head sounded concerned, a first for the human. As he stood slowly, shaking along the way, his reply was processed slowly. 'Fine....I-What was that? It felt like I was remembering something that-that I don't remember'.

A "Hmmm" of contemplation echoed throughout his mind. 'This is certainly something we have not encountered.......I do not recall you having amnesia either, I will investigate further, you continue your own investigation'

Pushing his current concern and the "disruption" to his investigation to one side Salvatore lunged to a nearby ledge and hung from one arm while observing his surroundings, at the height he was at the thin and narrow streets were nothing but thin serpents slithering through the tight passageways of the stone maze which was the city.

"Leave me alone!" The clop of Demon hooves echoed down an empty alleyway which was closely followed by a stampede of Demons, there was no way Salvatore could ignore it neither would be ignore it.

"What do we have here......Not only is she a whore....BUT A THIEF!"

CRASH!

A small and petite Demoness narrowly avoided a punch which crashed through the stone where her head had just been, thankfully it wasn't her brain littering the alleyway. Her attacker was a tall and bulky Demon, not that she could win anyway, especially when his cronies hung behind him with sick grins spread across their ugly features. The Demoness was cornered with her back to the wall as her attackers closed in, their hands twitching in anticipation.

"All I did was take my share of the money! You promised me half of the money and didn't say anything about doing you a "favour!". Her last word was spat with a dark venom, although it seemed to only annoy her assailants.

"You do what I say....." The leader of the gang came too close for comfort and tightly grasped her throat before lifting her off the ground, she choked as he did so. "Or you die.......

What happened next was unclear to the Demoness as a loud crash to her side deafened her before the tight grip around her throat released her and she fell to the hard floor......

"Are you okay?" A voice of soothing harmony flooded her mind while a warm caress graced her cheek. "You took quite a nasty fall there, didn't you, I guess I will have to take responsibility for you".

Meanwhile, Salvatore was crouched over the unconscious Demoness whilst among other unconscious Demons who were in much worse condition than her. 'They did have it coming' the Archangel justified to himself, who ever said it was wrong to save a soul from harm. Content with the knowledge that he remained undiscovered, Salvatore slung the Demoness over his shoulder as if she was nought but a feather.

He looked around to see if any had discovered him yet and since he had not been attacked or heard any screaming he leapt from the alleyway, the dirt beneath sinking a foot deeper due to the sheer force. Although one would think carrying someone and free climbing a building would be difficult even with claws which pierced stone however Salvatore's pure physical being was handling the task, all that aided him were the claws and using energy to leap vast distances. She shifted a few times as they soared from wall to wall and rooftop to rooftop but he just put it down to all the movement, but who knows he wasn't always right.

The moment Salvatore gracefully pounced through the window and into his current room he gently placed the Demoness on the bed resting her head on the pillow, he treated her as though she was a frail blossom which seemingly ended up in his hands by chance. While he removed his disguise Salvatore also kept watch on his resting damsel in distress as he tucked the highly useful cloak under his bed, right where he kept his swords, however as he did so a pair of bright orange eyes fluttered open......

As Salvatore finally stood back up he felt as though someone was watching him, watching was a very subtle word for it. The Archangel turned to see a very concious yet also extremely cautious Demoness upon his bed, not that he could blame her for being such, as they silently watched one another he quickly took note of her appearance. Flowing ebony fair which fell well past her waist line, if she had been standing, the long yet thin horns which protruded from her temples created a natural parting for the onyx silk while her orange eyes held a deep glow as though a warming fire burned within. Like other Demons of this particular domain, she had a deep red skin and hooves with black fur ending at where her knees would be, something felt familiar about her despite the fact Salvatore had never even met her before tonight.

"Are you okay?"

Those warm eyes darted to his eyes as his voice apparently shocked her, not the deep yet gentle tone but his question in general. Suddenly he clutched his chest in agony while his markings flared, illuminating the room in a ruby glow, all the Demoness could do was watch while not knowing where to place herself. A few moments of agony passed before the ruby markings faded back to a dull crimson yet the demoness noticed his red eye remain vibrant before it too was extinguished, as one hand remained firmly upon his chest the other covered his red eye, then something unexpected happened.

Salvatore felt the soft comfort of a bed beneath him after the gentle hands of the Demoness guided him to his place of rest, not that he was in any condition to do otherwise currently. A soft voice asked him......."Are you okay?"

CRACK!

"DAMMIT!"

A young boy stood alone with nothing but what little remained of a house, the blood from his outburst marking it. While he held the injured hand to his chest the boys tears streamed faster than what they did previously, due to the pain yet not all of his pain was the stinging agony of his right hand. It had been like this for a few hours now, ever since he had run away, running away from Yamamoto in an angry sorrow.

His Master was discussing why Salvatore wanted to fight, asking him what was his reasons and what emotions would allow him to kill Demons, the reason was something he could not explain yet all he knew was that he hated himself more than those Demons.........

"I hate...." CRACK!

"Everything!"

CRACK!

CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!

What had once been a faint smudge of the boy's blood had become a physical representation of rage, despair and utter helplessness. Even when flesh left bone he did not relent...........That was until a gentle touch grasped the boys wrist as he prepared another strike, this touch restricted but did not threaten to harm him. The boy looked up to see his master through wet eyes which still released all the emotion within his soul, sapped of all it's strength and fire.

"Boy, my dear student, if you are to ever doubt yourself, your abilities or even your very purpose. Then all you must do is accept the truth".

The old man placed his open hand not an inch away from the solid wall coated in blood. "Once you accept the reality of things, that what is will always hold more importance over what should be".

A mighty blast decimated the wall, sending shattered concrete into the distance. All that remained was the fist of Yamamoto which he had moved by only an inch, the boy gaped in awe. "All crumbles before truth, even mountains must fall back to the earth, and rain must eventually become one with the earth again. As long as you are truthful to yourself, accept what simply is, then you can part the heavens by your will alone".

The boy nodded with a fire in his soul which would burn through the blackest nights. He then took the open hand of the old man, which had saved his young soul.

Author's Note

It is finally here guys! So sorry for making you all wait this long so I hope the wait has been worth it, especially when it has taken this long. As long as you all enjoy this fic then I shall create more!

Well I do have plenty more story than this so it should go on for a loooooong tiiiiime! See ya'll next time and don't forget to comment and tell me what you think!

Ciao!

Deja-vu From My Heart

What I Must Do
Deja-vu From My Heart

When Salvatore awoke he discovered two facts, strange as they may be, the Demoness he had saved was in fact Distruttore's daughter. The Demon could not stop gracing the Arch Angel with gratitude, and other assortments such as food and fine drink, to which Salvatore was equally grateful for. Secondly, after his daughter had told the fatherly Demon of Salvatore's condition as soon as he had blacked out in agony, Salvatore found that his current host, caretaker and mentor was displaying a protective.......fatherly nature towards the young Arch Angel.

It was after being descending the stairs to find a meal already set out for him and a message written in Demonic Runes, instructing him to meet Distruttore in the training room below after he had finished the days first meal. Following the instructions Salvatore soon found himself in the training room, torches were lit along the walls to illuminate the room, Distruttore was currently striking a leather sack, which had the length and thickness of the Demon's body, the leather sack hung from the ceiling and swung wildly as it was struck with punches, kicks, elbows, knees and even a well placed head butt, thankfully his horns did not pierce the piece of training equipment. Although the device seemed primitive the sound produced from each of Distruttore's strike suggested that it was filled with something hard, most likely to condition the hard striking points involved in the Demon Martial Arts.

So far, while he was the Demon's apprentice, Salvatore had been taught that the Martial Arts of Demons contrasted to the opposing Angelic styles in a number of ways yet the Arch Angel also found certain similarities. Demons began their combat arts not too long after they came to be, due to their possessive and confrontational nature, the style Distruttore tutors him in involves a heavy reliance on the hard striking points of knuckles, elbows, knees, shins and the front of the skull. Distruttore told Salvatore that the reason for this was that Demons fought as a beast would, ferociously with no thought spent on anything other than the kill, this lead to the later more intelligent Demons to us their natural hard points to combat bigger and much stronger foes which proved effective for the more intelligent Demons as their brutish kin were easily bested by a collected mind leading a body that was ruthless in it's attacks.

Although due to Distruttore being a certain breed of Demon he uses his deadly hooves in place of well conditioned shins........'Ouch' Was a word that came to the Arch Angel's mind.

His mentor was determined to take advantage of Salvatore's remarkable physical and mental superiority to both Angel and Demon kind and to do such he instructed the Arch Angel to paint Demonic Runes upon his body in order to enhance the benefits of his training. After painting the appropriate runes upon his body with the paste provided, allegedly made of crushed herbs and ingredients, the first feeling was immense strain......Even to lift his fingers was all it took to sleek his body sweat.

"An old Demon trick". Distruttore had told him. "Many have forgotten this one yet the most powerful Demons in Hell, just like the one who attacked Equestria, Beelzebub use to train their bodies past what normal means allow them to. With this your body will be stronger than you ever thought it could be.........Another thing is that using your energies, as the Angles taught you, will have far less strain on your body and allow you to continue fighting for much long and by far much stronger".

As their session began with Wind Boxing Salvatore was beginning to feel strain he had only ever felt under his Master Yamamoto. "How does the enchantment work? Why haven't the Angles discovered such a thing?"

"Ha! I wouldn't be surprised if they had a similar method and were keeping it only for their highest ranking warriors". 'They do' Salvatore thought to himself. 'The God Chamber where he was told God himself goes to spend great lengths of time in solitude'. "Now to answer your question, from what I have been told, none know what magnificent design the creator of this enchantment must of had in order to create such a wonder but what I was taught is that it in fact fools your body into functioning as though it had little to no nourishment both physically and spiritually thus the body strains and adapts over time to work at it's maximum potential with the most minimal amount of nourishment. The end result is a vessel for the mind and soul which has adapted to functional better than normal with less so when the enchantment is lifted you are giving that vessel access to an excess of nourishment and energies which in combat terms will allow you to strike an opponent with minimal effort yet the power behind it shall be great!"

At the end of Distruttore's expatriation Salvatore had moved from Wind Boxing to exercises and was now assaulting the 'Punch Bag' as his mentor called it. All that his mentor said was true, as his body became accustom to the strain he soon found that it took much less effort to perform a technique or send the bag swinging. "Just like water..."

A ruby flash blinded Distruttore but as quickly as it came it was gone and before him was Salvatore standing before him and staring at the Punch Bag which had been ripped from the ceiling and sent flying across the room. The Demon could only stare at the Arch Angel is disbelief. "What did you do? The chain holding that bag up was Hellforged! I told you not to use your energies they can be traced by the higher Demons!"

It was after his outburst that Distruttore felt a dark energy encompass not just the room but himself as well. It was Salvatore.........he was simply spewing forth Demonic Energy though it appeared as a black mist surrounding Salvatore like a tormentor that would not leave, as though Salvatore's energy was coming from the deepest reaches of his heart, this torment was not just an emotion....It was a part of Salvatore.

Salvatore felt as though he was there again.......Back home with his mother and father. How he hated that place.

"He drunk all of our water again! Where is that little brat!"

"Calm down! Please! He doesn't know what he has done wrong, he was just thirsty!"

"Thirsty! It's hell on earth! Fucking monsters, killing everyone they see, and I have to go out there to provide for us and that useless brat!"

"Please ju-"SLAP!

"Where did you hide him!?"

Distruttore had taken his hypnotised student to the room Salvatore was staying in and led him down upon the bed. By this point the black mist thickened and was accompanied by the ruby glow of Salvatore's odd markings along with one eye which stared into the ceiling above, the combination made for a chilling sight, as though a great darkness within Salvatore was finally breaking through all of his barriers.

Distuttore was currently preparing Runes, chants and herbal incense which to burn. "Just hold on Salvatore".

His father had found him hiding. His mother had been beaten. His hear was being ragged.

"Get out!"

"Noooo! Mommy! Help! I don't want to go!"

"You eat all of our food and you drink all of our water! We are starving and thirsty because of you!"

"I'm sorry daddy! Ow! I won't eat any more I promise!"

It was at that moment that child was thrown out of his home and into the ash and dirt.

"You aren't my responsibility! You aren't my son! Get out of here and never come back!"

"But Dadd-"

His father pulled out a rusted pipe.

The boy turned and began to run away. He stumbled then ran. Then stumbled and ran. His tears stained the ashen landscape as he continued to run.

Distruttore had been burning herbs around Salvatore's trance like state and was painting Runes upon his body to ease a souls pain and guide him back to his body. It was at this moment the the Demon's daughter walked in and sat by Salvatore, she didn't feel fear when she saw the darkness coiling and seeping away from his body nor did the burning rage of the ruby light intimidate her. Her warm hand ran across his cheek.

The boy was a walking darkness. Even the shadows were defined against the abyssal black which followed his every step, making the torn world around him seem just that bit darker that it was only now unbearable to live in.

He fell forward. Face buried in ash. Hoping that one of the monsters would soon find him and end his life.

Rage, sorrow, loneliness and meaningless. This was all the boy could feel and see.

"If you cannot rise from the ashes of the old world how can you build anew?"

The voice was strong yet it was not harsh. Powerful but not overwhelming.

"You see this worst of this world don't you. Only now you see the darkness blacker than what it is. Open your heart to possibility and the light will find you".

The boy was too weak to move, too scared to look and too hopeless to consider to possibilities. Until he felt himself being lifted from the ground.

The darkness around Salvatore had dispersed and the ruby glow subsided. Distruttore stared at his daughter in disbelief.

She smiled at her father. "Kindness is the cure for a tortured soul".

He returned her smile.

Author's Note

Glad to be back on my main project! Hopefully this chapter is well received as I put a good deal of thought into it :pinkiehappy:

Please leave a review and tell me what you all think!

Let Loose The Dogs of War

What I Must Do

Let Loose The Dogs of War

It was soothing, tranquil even, the soft sound which provided an anchor to for the Arch Angel as the storm within his soul threatened to destroy all that he was..........and all that he will become.

Lillith, Distruttore's daughter, had tended to Salvatore while he was in a bed ridden state. She would hold water to his lips, sooth his restless heart and make conversation with him.........She never got an answer but he was listening maybe a part of her knew that.

While his daughter attended to the needs of his friend and pupil's present state he was ensuring that said friend's future state was not under threat. Yet a darkness would not relent, constantly standing over the Demon, and it was this darkness.........This shadow which led him to believe that the coming danger was due to arrive much sooner than even he could foresee.

One would think that within the soul of a gentle warrior that felled thousands of foes, held sorrow for such foes and regarded all things with balance and equal importance would be an energy of resonating power. A power which did not overcome but was not overcame, force that was unstoppable yet was always withheld and a tranquillity which held all with love and kindness yet would not be threatened or abused.

All of this was true........However the reason for Salvatore's torment was beyond what any being could fathom, that is, if they were not in the middle of his raging storm.

Salvatore's inner world was a furious storm, a storm of black clouds which sparsely gave way to the light of their deadly bolts, this storm loomed over a dark thrashing ocean, as though it was as restless as the one caught within it's deadly tantrum.

Atop the relentless waves was a small raft, crude and built in a shoddy manor. Frail as it seemed the meek construct endured the constant punishment thrust upon it, wave after wave.

Upon this raft sat Salvatore, his legs crossed in lotus fashion, his brown hair flailed wildly with the howling wind yet despite the madness he retained his composure. Eyes closed. Breath deep.

The night was young and already trouble was brewing.

Luna's toil was unknown to all but her sister, for only one in such a position could understand the effort required to craft a worlds entire cycle. Some would say that since Princess Luna creates the night skies and such a task is so so troublesome then why doesn't she ever have a rest from her toil?

The lunar Princess cared all to much about her little ponies and the perfection of her craft. It was like asking a painter why they spend so much time on the slightest details..........The answer is simple. Pride.

When one has a craft they will toil tirelessly, sometimes these crafts leave their creators restless and other times bring their creators much joy, all of this time and effort are spent in the hopes of one day perfecting their craft.

That was why Luna could not simply rest and leave the night barren of beauty.

Although this night was beautiful, the moon full and curvaceous with stars ignited alike distant lights in the night sky, the crafter of such beauty had her efforts and self placed elsewhere. Not in Canterlot as many would expect.........

But stalking the forest of the Everfree, slipping between the shadows, following her targets with the grace of a gentle breeze. The pair of ponies she stalked were clad in dark cloaks and currently heading towards a small cave with frustrated steps, as though they were in a hurry. The pair disappeared into the caves darkness and Luna swiftly followed however as moonlight illuminated her for a mere moment one would see the midnight blue cloak which hugged her curvy flank and the hood which allowed some of her enchanting hair to spill out, although this moment created quite the image, unfortunately there were no observers to admire such beauty.

When first entering the dark cave Luna wondered if this lead had any relevance. Her doubts were demolished when she caught sight of fire ahead, a sure sign of activity, approaching with caution the Princess could begin to make out a mass congregation of cloaked ponies in a gigantic cavern.

Luna gasped when she saw the large statue depicting a Demon. In front of this statue was a podium which a pony stood atop. Sinking into the shadows Luna knew she had found the source of one of the fanatical cults, bent on bringing Demons back to Equestria and serving them for eternity.

"Welcome, siblings". The pony atop the podium spoke, his voice wicked yet it held a deep tone. "Let us begin the ceremony".

As Salvatore continued to endure the storm his wings began to expand from their compact position, they opened slowly and soon dwarfed the Arch Angle, suddenly the crude, shoddy, raft felt sturdy. The red marking which covered his body then began to glow with the now familiar ruby light, though this time the light felt calm, such a glow could be seen through his right eyelid.

Soon a light blue glow began to outlined Salvatore's form, joining the ruby markings, This outline of energy soon grew into a graceful aura which waved about it's source like a gentle flame, the mix of blue and red creating a stark contrast, a blue glow began to shine through Salvatore's left eyelid.

Suddenly the red energy became lively and would of blinded the eyes of observers with it's glow. After this outburst red lightning surged around Salvatore's peaceful form, arching and crackling around him as if it was sentient, yet as with all lightning there must be a darkness and that darkness became apparent in the form of black wisps that tainted the purity of the blue aura. These wisps grew from Salvatore like wretched roots, searching for another being to infest itself within, this black energy was devoid of life or emotion.......It's only purpose was to consume.

Salvatore denied it this purpose and thus the storm began to calm.

Distruttore sat before the door to his home, his families home, the very home which had housed his ancestors since the founding of his families clan. He knew what was coming, he knew long before, the consequences of bringing an Arch Angel into Hell. Though those who were about to invade his home would not be shown mercy, for they will hold both fire and blade to his family and home, the home which had stood for so long in the name of the founding clan. The clan which founded the Nine Limb Demon Art, one of the most powerful Demon fighting styles known to all of hell.

"Come as you will". The heavy door burst into splinters as Demons began pouring through violated doorway. "It will not ease the suffering to come!"

Distruttore jumped into a fighting stance, with the elegance of a master, fists held at temples and elbows close to the ribs while he transitioned weight to the front leg. The first Demon to get within his range felt the devastating power of Distruttore's right cross going through their skull, the pain making them oblivious to the many shattered bones of their skull, the rest of the Demons body followed the direction of the force and that was back out of Distruttore's beloved homes desecrated door, the unconscious and soon to be dead Demon knocking over many of his own comrades.

"You will not desecrate my HOME!"

Author's Note

Here is another chapter for my lovely followers, readers and fans alike!

I had a lot of fun taking the thought and time to write this one, although it is quite short compared to other peoples stories, I like to make my chapters a compact sweetness!

I hope I left this one on a good cliffhanger......