Jesus Manson: The Broken Alicorn

My name, is Jesus Manson. I am a pessimist. I am blood-thirsty murderer. I am no longer a citizen of Equestria, but now, an evil entity in a new world.

I cannot truthfully identify this new world I live in now, but I have heard some of my victims name locations such as Mann Manor, or Helltower. What I can say that I am more than what I arrived here as, for now, I am a broken alicorn. What that means is, after an event that changed me forever, I became a full alicorn, having new evolved wings, and for a moment, a magical horn. Only half of that horn remains now, and for good reasons.

My time with the Royal Guards did train to become a strong stallion as I grew older, but my behaviors and personality intensified since I was ‘drafted.’ For years I served Princess Celestia, becoming her field agent to travel all across Equestria to perform my duties whenever necessary. She had great expectations for me. I gave her nothing.

Everything I did, I did without restraint or mercy to any criminal scum. I punished them more than necessary, my actions getting worse when the crimes were of higher scales. Celestia only handled it for so long before she had enough, when I helped her prized pupil from being bullied by high society scum unicorns, just like the ones who took my sister away. I told the filly to run. When she was gone, I killed them.

Celestia ordered my permanent suspension as a Royal Guard after a ‘colorful’ conversation, where I told her that thanks to her, I became a greater violent force than she wanted. She tried to banish me from Equestria on her terms. I chose a banishment of my own. There was a portal to a different world, an unknown place of untold horrors, housed inside the castle. I found it, and made my exit.

When I arrived, I knew what I left behind – nothing. A land known for peace and kindness, but I never found it. A family who stopped talking to me when my behavior remained the same since I was a colt, but I stopped caring when my father and I spoke with our hooves. I never made friends, never had a special somepony, never earned a name respected by peers. I had a cutie mark, two crossed swords on a royal shield, but I never cared for it. I had nothing, but I would have never guessed what something I acquired.

I found myself landing on the cold ground outside a graveyard. I couldn’t explain why, but something drew me into it. I walked down a couple aisles and read the tombstones. These were names I would never recognize by memory, and how would I know them?

I stopped at the end of the third row of graves farthest from the entrance. The gravestone was blank. No name. No lifespan. No description. I don’t know what force was making me stand there and look at a stone, until it came up out of the ground. Literally.

Right in front of me was the spirit of a dead killer. I had no idea what it was at first, my mind trying to process the reality of what I was seeing. It grabbed me by the throat. I tried to fight it off, but nothing worked, and before I knew it, the spirit possessed me.

A dark light blinded me during the process, and when my eyes could see again, I was not the same pony I was before. My once dark gray coat, now black. My mane and tail, once sharing a dark blue color, now shared two shades of red, one being bloodlike crimson. My teeth, once flat and smoothed, now felt all jagged and spiked in my mouth. My eyes still seemed the same, but I didn’t see until later that they were now crimson red as well, changing from their original dark brown tint.

“What happened to me? What have I become?”

I continued to notice my new body, including the base of my hooves a dark red color. My wings, no longer consisting of a wide spread of feathers, but now what seemed to be razor sharp blades. My cutie mark changed, too, but not completely. Instead of crossed swords on a shield, it was a dark gray inverted cross with a blood-soaked dagger over it.

Then, I noticed the worst part of this strange transformation. When my roof reached my head to scratch in wonder, I felt it. Sticking out of my head, and charged with magical energy, was a unicorn horn. Discovering this new growth on my body, I realized that I had become an alicorn.

“What the hell is going on here? Where did this stupid thing come from? Whatever that freak did changed me… But, somehow I still feel, and think, the same way…”

My horn then glowed and unleashed a powerful magic, merging all of my thoughts and memories with that of who had possessed me. It was then when I realized who I now was, and what I had become. My behavior and personality of unmerciful treatment to anyone in my way combined with the killing pleasure and techniques of this unknown spirit. My mind warped into something new and evil, and I loved it.

The glow faded when my merging with this spirit was completed, and I felt like a brand new stallion. I now had a powerful desire to kill whoever I can and bring misery to many more. The power and skills I now held in my hooves made me feel incredible. However, there was still one more thing that bothered me and needed to be taken care of.

I walked over to the thickest pillar in the graveyard, and tapped it a couple times with my horn. I knew what I wanted to do, and that was to break off my horn and never be able to use the magic I possessed. I took a deep breath, and swung my head back in position to ram the horn against the stone to break it off.

“You fool! What are you doing?!”

A voice called out to me, but the strangest thing was, it wasn’t from my outside surroundings. This voice, it echoed in my head.

“Who’s there?”

“I am the spirit that has made you what you are now. I’m also the common sense telling you to not be rid of your horn.”

“Is that so? Well why should I listen to that trash for common sense? I don’t want this thing.”

“But you need it. Imagine the possibilities you now have. To cast magic spells however you choose, to conjure weapons of your deepest desire to use against any foe.”

My horn then glowed and revealed a full arsenal of weapons – spears, daggers, knives, swords, guns, grenades, bombs – all at such an easy disposal. I looked at them and saw potential for their uses, how I would want to attack anyone I’d come across. Then my stubborn pride kept my focus in check.

“Sorry, but I won’t rely on magic to do what I want. If I want these things, I’ll acquire them my own ways.”

The magic then faded, and so did all the weapons. The spirit within me began to sound infuriated.

“Are you insane?! Imagine everything you can accomplish with this power. You’d become the greatest stallion of murder and suffering. Why throw it all away?!”

I said nothing. Instead, my memories told the spirit any answer I could give. The one that stuck out the most was my sister’s untimely death.

“I see now. Magic caused you nothing but harm, but why not turn the tables with magic of your own control? What will using incredible powers such as this cost you?!”

“Simple… whenever I kill anyone or anything, I’ll only do it by my own hooves. No shortcuts like magic allowed. I’ll create my own arsenal of swords and daggers to use, and never rely on magic to accomplish anything!”

I repositioned myself with the pillar, leaning my head down to do the deed.

“Don’t you dare defy me! I’m the one who gave you your new life, and I won’t watch you ruin it with your stubborn pride!”

“You know what… I could fucking care less…”