The Darkness inside

by SoothingCoffee

Rating: teen
Tags: Other, Princess Luna, Original Character, Adventure, Princess Celestia, Crossover, Human, Main 6, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 6239

Being the host of the Darkness is hard, especially so when you're sent into a world of mythical beings with no way return, by the help (sarcasm) of a certain angelus-possessed girl.

A LoHaV story
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There was a time, you know? When I would work on my essays, visiting the large library/museum, and just read.

I missed those times.

Now, I'm cursed into a statue by the power of rainbows. Granted, I was homicidal, killing Ponies, Minotaurs, Felines, Gryphons, and Diamond dogs (mostly diamond dogs) like flies, and mayhap giving Sombra and Luna a little push wasn't such a good idea (more of the latter than the former).

But hey, when you're the host of THE Darkness, you got to do what you had to do, right? And besides, homicidal tendencies are the normal quirks of Hosts, and sometimes, insanity as well.

Published 2014-05-13 00:20:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-25 11:41:36 UTC

Introduction is important, guys!

How do I start this story? Introductions? Yes, I should do that first, then how I got this power, and how I got into this mess.

My name is Jaime Copperfield, an anthropologist, a fan of the occult, and a writer. Or at least, I should be were it not for that damned book that I read for reference for my novel. It was a great book, actually. Full of stuffs, legends, from the entity called the Darkness to Angelus.

Of course, what I didn’t know was that I’m the lucky winner, because apparently, somehow, I was the first to open the damn book, in which the Darkness that was sealed in the damned book decided to make me its host.

A book in which I bought from a random antique book store.

But just because I got its power, doesn’t mean I could use it. Heck, I didn’t know everything in the book was even real before they kidnapped me. Who are they? You might ask.

Well, they’re the goddamned Brotherhood, a holy secret society bent on ruling the world and become the True God by using The Darkness, which by proxy, me. Basically, they’re the Illuminati. It also made me wonder why they would use a dark unholy entity of destruction for world domination. It seemed redundant.

They came in like a wrecking ball, put a bag over my head, injected an anesthetic to my neck and pulled me into a white van. They didn’t even offer me a candy (heresy!). And they’re not the nicest bunch either.

I remembered, when I woke up, disoriented, confused, and tad panicked. A man crouched in front of me on my knees, with arms bound by chains as well as my legs, pointing the barrel of a black Desert Eagle under my chin.

“Release the Darkness, boy.” He had ordered, his black hair were smoothly slicked to the side.

The only thing I could muster under the threat of death was a single confused, “What?”

He pistol-whipped me in the face, leaving me dazed with a painful bruise and left to God knows where.

The others, as if by an untold command, proceeded to drag and threw me into a cell full of burning lights, chaining me to a wall, and left me alone for a week, without food and water. Honestly, the cell was more of a padded room that you see in a psychiatric ward, minus the pads. I couldn’t even sleep, courtesy of the lights, and the confused little old me didn’t even know what the fuck was happening.

At least, until it quietly whispered, more of a hiss, into my head, “Get away from the light!!”

At first I thought it was me going insane, so I did what I usually do. I endeavor in my insanity, listening to the whispers as it got louder thorough the day. It was a repeat of promising vengeance, killing, ways to torture them, and telling me to unleash it.

Gradually, I learned that, yes. There’s the Darkness inside of me, making me into the host. Yes, I’m a host of the Darkness. Yes, I was captured by an organization bent over world domination by using the Darkness, and would do anything to get it. And yes, all of the things that I read from that damned book were probably real.

Thus, it was a fair game that I panicked when the cell door opened, revealing a nondescript person, wearing a long red robe and a bronze mask. Not that I could do anything of course. I was too weak to do anything. Starved and dehydrated for a week would do that.

How I was still alive, I didn’t know. I blamed it to the dark entity inside me.

The person stared at me for a moment, before shaking his head, moving to my side to unlock my chains, and then proceeded to drag myself to… somewhere. The only think I was thankful for was the fact that I was still clothed, making my friction with the cobbled ground to be at least bearable.

It wasn’t long before we stood in front of an impractically large golden door, the kind of door that you would usually see as the entrance to a video game’s final boss. Before the man opened the door by pushing it, and proceeded to drag me into a large dark room.

There were men in there, all of them covered in robe and mask, gazing at me silently as the man dragged me to a stone table. Before, not so gently, lifted and dropped me to the table.

A random person from the side moved forward to my side and locked my limbs to the table with the manacles that was already attached to the table, before said person went back to the crowd. And then, it was hell. Not literal, of course. That would be after I’m dead, if I’d ever be. Perks of being the host of Darkness is being hard to die.

Another masked man came forward, a rusty serrated knife in his right hand. He nodded at the men in the back, whence one of them proceeded to move to my side and forcefully held my jaws open.

I fought, but then again, being starved and starched for a week would leave you week, eh?

The man who carried the knife, I’ll call him Rusty, leaned forward, his knife pointed at me. “You know boy,” he whispered, “Pain is a good way to bring out your worst, or perhaps your darkness.”

I whimpered.

“We could do this the easy way, where you could just give us the Darkness, or I’ll,” his knife moved forward, slowly and menacing, “do what I do best.”

I wanted to say something, to answer that I can’t, that I don’t know how, that they could have it.

Unfortunately, being starched in a week would render you quite speechless. Literally.

“I see.”

His other hand, gloved, grabbed my tongue before it could retreat and pulled it. And then, like a woodsman with a saw, he slowly sawed my tongue.

I screamed as my body shook, tears poured out in pain and fear. I struggled against my chains, anything to relief myself from the pain. Rusty serrated knife moved forward and backward repeatedly against my tongue, red blood spurting wildly, filling my mouth with that coppery taste.

And it was after that momentarily numb relief that I realized I had no tongue. It was also then, that I realized, that I’d shat and pissed myself.

I looked at his hand, horrified as the limp pink flesh was thrown to the side. “Okay, boy. Which part do you want to say good bye?”

Then his mask moved to my eyes, specifically my right eye. “Maybe I shall take your sight, hmm? A little bit hard, but I’ve done this before.” He said with a clinical voice, and then his sight lowered to my hands. “Or maybe fingers? That would be easier.” He nodded to himself. “Fingers it is.”

Were there not blood filling my mouth, I would’ve screamed both in pain as fear. As it was, only a gurgle came out from it.

()_()_()_()

I screamed and screamed and screamed. Ignoring everything but the pain that the man was inflicting me, pieces by pieces, flesh by flesh, skin by skin, and muscle by muscle, he continued to cut with that damnable knife of his.

It was already past the point of, ‘Stop it’, to ‘Just kill me’ and the only relief that I had was that he never went to my reproduction tools. A dark part of me simply said that they probably want me to reproduce, create a new host for the Darkness if all else fails.

So much blood was pouring out from my body, and were I not tortured at the moment, I would be impressed that I hadn’t passed out, or dead. It was probably something to do with the Darkness being a prick or the Brotherhood injected me something when I didn’t notice.

A sharp poke to my right eye made me scream louder, and clenched both eyes. He, that damned man, forcefully opened my right eye, and began to push the knife into my eye. Blood poured out of it as it slowly dug deeper, when suddenly he pulled it out. I screamed again.

“Let me out, Jaime. Let me out. Make them see your wrath, your anger. Kill them all, make them suffer, make them regret this. Just let me out.”

It was something strange really, like there was suddenly a switch in the back of my mind. It was more instinctual than conscious. And I pulled that switch.

It was almost unnoticeable, but I could felt it, the strange feeling that swam in my blood vessels. It was strange, and it was powerful. The man backed down, his knife clattered to the ground. But I didn’t let him go.

My right arm, suddenly recovered its five appendages wrenched from the manacle, breaking it, and reached for the man. Luckily, I caught him by the neck, and simply crushed it. He fell limp like a doll in my arm, before I let him go. Lifeless as he dropped to the floor.

I wrenched my other arm, and then my legs. And before long I was standing on beside the table.

A line of men stood in front of me, fiddling in panic with the large lanterns in their hands. Before they could do anything about it though, I lashed out my right arm, making a sweeping motion.

And as if on my command, a serpent-like arm from my shoulder swept them all on the legs. It was as if I got a new limb… no, it was more akin that I suddenly retrieved a long lost limb. It felt so right that it was almost creepy. Almost, being the keyword here.

And I also got two.

With mental commands, my new limbs began to decimate the fallen man. Impaled, bit, crushed, and thrown. One of the amusing one was when the demonic arms forced its way through one anus.

“Yes. Kill them, give them no reprieve, and make them pay for what they did to you. Crush them!”

And crush them I did. All of the masked men didn’t have a chance to defend themselves. The smart part of mine thought that they were all bored and probably thought that I wasn’t going to unleash the Darkness anyway.

The demon arms lashed out to them, and a few that succeeded to get past my lashing arms got their neck crushed immediately by my newfound superhuman strength.

Screams, cracks, groans, moans, and sobs filled the room as the brotherhoods were decimated into mangled, crushed, battered, impaled, bloody corpses. And then it was silence. Not a single thing was alive in the dark (as stupid thing to do, really) room.

Until one ‘corpse’ moved, it immediately got lifted by my right demon arm, before my left arm lunged itself to the heart, and dropped the man to the ground.

It felt good, the moment the demonic arms ate the heart. It felt satisfying, like the fatigue feeling that I felt before just suddenly passed, and that starvation was quenched. I opened my mouth, then I realized that, no, my tongue haven’t healed, yet.

And probably won’t.

Though, thankfully, my right eye was fixed already.

I let out a sad sigh, a part of me rejected to whimper, and as I looked around the pile of corpses, I felt quite happy with myself.

It was strange. A part of me knew that I shouldn’t feel that way, that I shouldn’t feel this satisfied, or heck, happy and that I should feel horrified with myself. But I didn’t, I felt the former, and it felt right. Perhaps, it was the effect of the Darkness?

Either way, I wasn’t complaining. These guys kidnapped me from my apartment, starved me for a week, and then tortured me.

I walked to the closest corpse to me, the torturer. I kicked him on the side, and again, and again, before I crouched down, searching his body until I felt something by his belt from his pocket, before pulling it out.

It was a handgun, or more precisely, a .50 black Desert Eagle. I looked up to the mask with suspicion, before I pulled it out of his face.

And surprise, surprise. It was the same man who pistol whipped me in the first day I was captured. I scoffed, before pistol whipping the man with his same gun, before I kept the pistol in my arm and continued to search for ammo.

I got four magazines.

Shrugging, I stood up, storing the magazines in my pocket, I examined the handgun, looking at it around. There was the safety switch on the right side, in off. I pushed at the small button near the magazine, holding the sliding magazine and looked at the top, before pushing it back with a click.

“That’s neat.” What I wanted to say, before I remembered that I had no tongue no more. I sighed, and walked to the large door. Demon arms ready to carry out a gruesome ways to kill at a moment’s notice, and I hoped that I was a better shooter than I thought.

I sauntered to the door, kicking a few bodies here and there as I did so, before pulling the door open.

I didn’t expect to see a girl, barely in her late teens looking at me with blue glowing pair of eyes, a huge stone lantern in her hands.

I didn’t even have the chance, nor did my demon arms to react, before a beam of light engulfed me. I screamed not for the last time at the immense pain, certainly worse than the torture, and the last thing I heard was:

“I hope you’re going to die, in wherever you’ll be.”

Before I was unconscious, and not for the first time, cursing my luck.

()_()_()_()

Then the rest wasn’t anything special, really. I woke up in the Everfree forest, accidentally met one of Equestria’s ruler, Luna, diplomatically talk with her, before we went to our separate way.

Found some neat things that I could do with my power, tested it on wandering ponies, gryphons, felines, changelings, buffalos, zebras and diamond dogs. Mostly Diamond dogs. And then labeled into the world’s first and only public enemy.

I also almost started a great war between races.

Met Discord once, talked with, and went to our separate my way. Met Sombra, gave him a little push, and watched him go mad with power, before meeting his demise. Gave Luna a little push, before she lost control, disappointingly, to her power, started a civil war before she got magicked into the moon.

Then a very pissed off Celestia hunted me, unluckily (for me) found me, shot me with a sunbeam with the power equivalent of an atomic bomb (for me), rendered me in the state of near-death and then sealed me in a stone with a rainbow blast.

Which was how I got myself here, imprisoned in a stone for 999 years, which tomorrow will round it up into a thousand years.

And that’s when my story, in which are full of arsons, killings and wanton destruction as I terrorized little Equestria while filling up my homicidal needs by killing plenty of things. Mostly Diamond dogs.

The Eagle

“The most terrifying animal is the one that could watch you from a far, without you noticing it.”

”Happy 1000th petrification anniversary, Jaime.” I lazily thought, staring at the same scenery in front of me. Rare flowers, of various colors circled me, vines covered my head, and bird shits on my shoulders, and head. The sun hung on the horizon, just about to set. And the only thing that’s different was the new statue in front of me.

Discord.

It was amusing at first, staring at his shocked expression just hours after his sad escapade, then it just got old. Really, I doubted it was Celestia’s idea that planned to place him there. Probably those incompetent Royal Guards.

It was boring, being stoned I meant. And the only thing that’s good was only lowering the Darkness’ whisperings about torture, rape, slavery, and stuffs that any angst and broody teens would say. It got old when after it whispered the same thing over and over after a thousand times.

I mentally sighed, not for the first or for the last time. It was at times like this that I wanted to kill the Angelus that got me here, or at least, drag her here as well. For a being that represent the Light, she’s really being a bitch.

Even Celestia wasn’t that bad, and she’s the avatar of this world’s sun! Then again, Celestia could make Mother Theresa offer her virginity. So that’s a moot.

And as the sun dropped and the moon rose, it happened. It was so random, that it caught me definitely off guard. So much so, that if I wasn’t petrificated, I would probably stop causing wanton destruction for a day.

A crack appeared on my prison’s back.

It was a tiny thing, almost unnoticeable, but it was enough to confirm it. I grinned as the Darkness inside of me began to laugh sinisterly.

“… Soon.”

I rolled my eyes. A sound of leaves and flowers rustling from the background snapped my attention as the rustling turned into clopping, before finally the source of the noise revealed its way by walking into my restricted view.

She stood in front of me, her starry blue mane and tail flown in the non-existent wind, covering her black tiara and long spiraled horn, with her blue coat. She staring at me with a frown with her sky blue eyes, a black splotch with a picture of the crescent moon on both her flanks, partly covered by her furled wings and a black neck bracelet with a picture of a crescent moon on her neck (duh).

She frowned at something upon my head, before her horn glowed and the vines above my head were levitated away, before she sighed, facing back at me, “Happy 1000th petrification anniversary, Jaime.” She congratulated with a small smile.

I blinked my metaphorical eyes. That’s one hell of a coincidence. I shook my head, feeling the unnoticeable cracks behind my back spread slightly.

Then she took a look at me, before wincing at my chest. Not that I could blame her, of course. My Armani suit, and trench coat were burned away, and a gaping hole, the size of a football, took hold onto my chest with burn marks surrounding it, courtesy of one truly pissed Celestia.

()_()_()_()

I still remember that day. I stood in the middle of a field, a group of Diamond dogs cowered in front of me in fear as I glared at them.

“You know,” I growled, my hand gripping my Desert Eagle, now enhanced with infinite ammo, courtesy of Dark bullet. “I don’t like you guys as a species. Some would call me neo-Hitler, but at least I got a goddamn reason about it,”

“But we didn’t do anything!” The Alpha of the group defended in fear.

I chuckled, it wasn’t a nice one. “Yeah, well I don’t care. Your ancestors should know that no one should try to control the Darkness, but they did. And if you want to blame anyone,” I held out my Desert eagle, aiming it at the Alpha, “Blame the old fools you call Ancestors.”

And I pulled the trigger. Before I could, however, something smashed to my side, sending me careening to one large rock. I grimaced, holding my side.

I blinked. There, standing in front of me in her full glory, golden armor and all, stood a verily pissed off Celestia. Her magenta eyes flashed into yellow, and her usual rainbow mane and tail became a very angry looking flame, ready to lash at me.

There was also blood on her horn. I glanced at my wounded side, still clutched by my hand, before wincing; I looked back at the glaring Alicorn. My demonic arms had already retreated from the light that her body, mane, and tails emanated. I hissed at the sudden mild pain she emanated, before smiling nervously.

“So, hey… I heard about Lun-“

She sent a beam of light, making me roll out of the way. There was an explosion, signifying the rock’s fate. “Don’t you dare sully her name, you monster!” she growled, eyes full of uncontrollable rage.

I tried to stand up, before I was forced to roll once again, courtesy of another light beam. I raised my Desert eagle, quickly standing on my feet. “Hey, I know-“Bang Bang“-it’s my fault-”Bang Bang”-, but technically-“Bang Bang“-she did—“

Her aura disintegrated all of the dark bullets. “Silence!” She screamed, sending another light beam on my way, hitting me straight on my abdomen. She stomped forward, as I shot more bullets; all of it went melted by her sheer aura. “You have dared to cause chaos to Equestria, to my ponies and to other races-” Mostly Diamond dogs, went unsaid”- And I have tolerated you presence ever since because of my sister’s benevolence, and this is what you’ve done to her?!”

I winced as a beam hit my shoulder quickly followed by quick light beam blasted my right arm, sending my black Desert eagle careening away from my hand.

I winced at the pain, before I ran from the sudden barrage of beams. “Let’s calmly talk about this, Celestia!” I shouted.

Suddenly the barrage stopped, and I halted, looking to Celestia, quickly regretting such decision.

“CALM!?” a massive amount of light energy focused on her horn, before the massive energy began to farm into one condensed pure light energy. “THIS IS CALM!”

The energy shot straight, and not unlike a laser, the pure energy pierced my chest, clothes and all. I howled in pain, pain worse than being impaled, worse than being tortured, worse than being crushed, in fact, if I had to admit, it was probably the most painful experience I’d felt.

I didn’t even had the chance to fall after the beam ended before a blast of Rainbow engulfed me. Vaguely, I could hear a scream from Celestia.

“AND THIS IS JUSTICE!”

And the next think I knew, I was a statue.

()_()_()_()

I winced at the memory. It sure left a mark on my mind, and I hoped that it would be healed right after I broke out.

It also taught me not to anger the one that could move the sun with ease.

“I don’t know whether or not you could hear me, but I want to tell you that,” Luna started, before sighing, ducking her head. “I’m sorry.” I raised a mental eyebrow in surprise. “I tried to save you from the being that had controlled your action, saving you from its corruption,” she let out a self-depreciating laugh. “In the end I was the one who got corrupted.”

Wow. I didn’t know whether I should be flattered that she thought of me as redeemable and good after massacring thousands of lives, or that I should be offended that she thought I was being controlled by the Darkness.

Still, misunderstanding aside, it somewhat warmed my heart. Something I’d thought was impossible for a long, long time.

She let out a chuckle. “And then you’ve met my sister’s ire,” she looked at my chest, specifically, the gaping hole on my chest, before sighing. “And it’s my fault. If I wasn’t so foolish, too consumed with my jealousy, this wouldn’t happen to you, and you could still be freed from the being controlling you.”

She looked up at my head, before smiling wryly. “I don’t even know if you could hear me or not, but I suppose this is as good as I could get.”

She unfurled her wings, giving it a flap before she took off to what I could guess to her tower/room. Why she didn’t just use her hooves, the same she came here was still an unknown. Best bet, she’s just lazy.

It was an hour or so after she left that the cracks covered the entirety of my prison. A thick black miasma of darkness leaked from its crevices. Flowers and vines that it touched wilted into ashes.

Crack!

“Yess…”

The statue, my prison, shattered into pieces. I fell to the ground, before rolling to my back, gasping in pain as my face set into a grimace. Feeling the flesh around the hole to crawl as the Darkness regenerated it. Soon enough, I felt my chest beating with a new piece of heart.

I sighed in relief as I stared at the starry sky. “God, that was awful.” I said, poking my healed chest. It was still slightly tender, and the burn marks still remained, making it look like I was a sun fanatic. I clambered to my feet, before stretching my stiff muscle, groaning at the cracks it resulted.

I looked at the situation my clothing, before shaking my head. The black Armani suit was burned beyond measure, and the brown trench coat over it was gone to god knows where. I shut my eyes, concentrating upon the Dark energy to my body, feeling it crawl like a creepy stalker raping its victim, before I opened myself, straightening my repaired outfit. “Gotta love the advantage of having a dark-material outfit.”

My ever so loyal demonic, serpent-like arms sprouted over my back, and hovered to each side of my shoulder.

I frowned in thought. “There’s something missing…” I looked at my side, before sighing. “Yep, she took the gun as well. I won’t be surprised if she thought it to be an ancient weapon.” I glorified at the feeling of pride over my race’s superiority.

Human’s the master race, bitch.

I walked to the castle, intent on greeting Celestia, though not before I kicked Discord’s statue.

It didn’t take long before I was out of the garden and stood in front of a large castle. Briefly, I pondered whose great idea it was to build a castle on a mountain. Before shrugging, storing it under the file, ‘Stupid things ponies do’.

A hoofstep made me hide behind a bush, watching as a guard in golden armor patrolled around the area. The moment he was near my hiding spot, my demonic arms immediately snatched the poor fellow, by the neck as the other lunged at his heart. He was before he could make a noise.

“Ah… yes, more victims… search for more, and eat their hearts.”

I stood from the bush, looking around for any guard. Finding none, I stealthily entered the castle, using my demon arms’ range to destroy the lamps and torches as quietly as I could. Unsurprisingly, there were barely any guards patrolling the halls. Those who were immediately got their neck crushed, or impaled, or rectum enlargement, or face disfigurement, or raped to death.

“I miss my Eagle,” I complained as my demonic arms dropped another heartless corpse of another patrolling guard onto the ground, his face frozen in a perpetual scream of pain. Understandable, considering the rectum operation he just got.

The perpetrator of such gruesome death just laughed manically in my head.

I shook my head before I turned left at a random section, before I stopped as I found myself standing in front of a large intricate double door. On the right side of the door was a symbol of the sun while the symbol of the moon on the left, signifying the current rulers.

“Bingo.”

Quietly, I pressed my ear to the entrance, in order to confirm that there’s Celestia inside. Part of me doubtful since it was night, another part of me argued that today Discord escaped, that meant the rulers were going to need to clean up the general cluster-fuck that Discord had caused.

I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s going to be a world meeting concerning Discord. I amusedly guessed, before listening to the conversation inside.

“Thank you, girls, for capturing Discord, and helped me clean the chaos that he had caused.” That was Celestia’s voice. Bingo.

“It’s no problem, Princess. We’re always happy to help you.” Said a not-so-unfamiliar voice, Twilight Sparkle, my mind provided; Celestia’s current student, and if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought Celestia is a pedophile for picking them young.

“And you can always ask us for help when you need to, Princess!” Said a voice that sounded like a teen barely passing her puberty.

I pulled my head, a grin on my face as I turned around. “Darky, come here.” I whispered, before a grey hunched creature appeared in front of me out of the shadow. A head of diamond dog mounted on his head, wearing a T-shirt of the Ireland flag.

He gave me a mock salute as he grinned at me. “Took you long calling me, eh, boss?” he said in a thick Irish accent. “So what d’ya need?”

I grinned back, giving him a mock-salute as well. “Well, Darky, it’s time for a good round of baseball,” my right demon arm lifted him up by the back. “Just destroy the light, and then incapacitate Twilight, got it?”

“Got it, boss.” He sighed, before muttering, “Hate this fuckin’ shit.”

“Great.” I sauntered to the door. “Get ready,” I kicked the door open like a badass, “GO!” and hurled the Darkling hard to the chandelier that hung in the middle of the room. The makeshift cannonball hit the chandelier with a shatter, resulting in glasses to fall to the ground that somehow missed the six ponies beneath it.

And like Mother Theresa’s sagging tits, the previously bright room was engulfed in total darkness. A part of me was glad for upgrading the Darkling to at least withstand light, if only for a second.

For a moment, there was a tense silence as Celestia stood in her throne, with her horn alight, and the six ponies, element bearers if I had to guess, huddled in the middle of the room, with twilight in the middle of the group and the yellow one hyperventilating.

I let out a wicked grinned, stepping into the room. There was no noise as my expensive shoes hit the floor, as Darkness was my territory; it was my home, my dominion, my control. It felt nice, to be in power after a thousand years plus one hour of imprisonment.

“Girls, come over here!” Celestia shouted, head blindly swiveling to search the perpetrator of this sudden blackout.

The six mares did so, galloping wildly to their protector-slash-ruler as I slinked further into the darkness. Darky, in a speed that would make Bolt to cry, darted to the six galloping ponies, and knocked Twilight by hitting her neck.

And the six became five.

Darky dragged, not so carefully, the unconscious Twilight to me. Got ‘er, boss. He said through our telepathic line, as he unceremoniously dropped Twilight in front of me.

Good, you wait outside. Do whatever you want if you spot a guard. I mentally commanded. He gave me a quick salute in reply and a toothy grin before he bounded out of the throne room.

I carefully lifted Twilight with my hand, as I didn’t want to hurt her. Especially when doing so would probably get me a hole to the chest, courtesy of another pissed Celestia.

There were gasps as the five ponies reached Celestia sides. “Where’s Twilight?” Was the panicked question of Celestia.

I grinned. “Right here!” I shouted, watching in satisfaction Celestia’s eyes widened in fear. Suddenly, her light brightened slowly covering the room. “Don’t you dare do that, she’s in my hand, now. If you don’t want me to hurt her, you better answer my question!” A lie, I wouldn’t do such thing, especially when doing so would result a pissed Celestia.

“You!” She hissed with so much venom that the ponies in her side actually recoiled. “How did you escape?”

“You’re not the one asking question here, Celly.” I don’t know “Now, I want to know where you keep my Eagle?”

There was a pause of silence as she narrowed her eyes where she thought I was with a terrifying accuracy. The silence in the room was a tense thing, perhaps even more than the silence after Ghandi’s death, as we had our stare-down, with the line of Darkness and Light separating us.

“In the Old castle, Luna’s room.”

I narrowed my eyes, and spotting no dishonesty, I threw Twilight in their direction. “Great!” , and quickly escaped the throne room, away from the angry sun alicorn.

“Dismissed!” I screamed at Darky once I passed him. He saluted before fading in the shadow. I didn’t dare looking back, fearing a certain angry Alicorn. A part of me was hoping that she would care more about her student than chasing me, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

I entered a random guest room, before opening the door leading to the balcony, and immediately jumped. And in almost in instinct, I transformed my demonic arms into a pair of wings and flew the fuck away from Canterlot and to the Everfree forest.

The shrieks of terror from the castle as I neared Canterlot’s border made me quicken my pace.

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I descended down to the Everfree forest, and smiled. It had been long since I’ve been here, roughly a thousand years. It was weird, really, the Everfree forest. It reminded me of home, when I was still Jaime Copperfield the soon-to-be writer and not Jaime Copperfield the host of the Darkness.

Sure, I may not live in a forest as Jaime the soon-to-be writer, but the atmosphere that the ponies were scared of, the natural cycle of the world; it reminded me fondly of home. It also makes a good hideout from wannabe heroes and Celestia when I was tired of wanton destruction.

What? You don’t expect me to destroy the world, do ya? I want to fill my homicidal needs, not destroy the world.

I shook my head, no time for reminiscing and took a step to the general direction of the castle ruin that I saw midair.

Thankfully, dear Everfree didn’t want to play with me by sending beasts for me to slay, or holes for me to fall, and soon I was standing before the ruin that used to be the Castle of the two sisters, separated by a gap.

Of what used to be a glorious castle now became a husk of what it used to be. The gate was now rotten that a few kick in the right place would break it to pieces; the walls were covered with cracks, that I don’t doubt a few wrong touch would make a new hole on it; and the towers were now just a total ruin, the strong material that it was used broken by the test of time.

A part of me wondered why the sisters didn’t preserve the castle. Then I remembered how a part of the castle was destroyed, and left it at that.

I looked at the right tower, Luna’s room, before I jumped, using my wings to the right tower, just by the window. Thankfully, the window was gone due to time and I just entered.

The room was like it used to, even if they were damaged by time, and had gathered dust that even I had to sneeze a couple times. There's the queen sized bed, two nightstands on each side, a dresser and a desk opposite of said bed.

But there, on the nightstand beside the bed, an ornate box caught my eyes. Blue painted wood, with silver lines set in complicated style, and it was just the size of my hand gun. Seeing no trap nearby, I quickly grabbed it and opened the damn thing.

I grinned. There, polished and cleaned, lay my Desert Eagle. Carefully, I caressed it like my own son, except with love and care. The gun responded my touch by pulsing with its inner dark energy. "Hello, baby." It pulsed its energy in response before I grabbed it in my hand.

“Mission accomplished.”

Somehow, a small part of me was expecting it to be a trap. But I wasn’t going to look for a gift horse in the mouth.

I took a last look to the room, letting a wave of nostalgia hit me before I jumped over the window, and flew, before I dropped to a random spot in the forest. Took a random cave, killed the major and minor Ursas in it, and took a rest for the first time in a thousand years.

Author's Note

If this feels like it's rushed, then I'll be honest with you, it is. And it's a self edit, so do tell if there's an error in there.

To be honest, I was going to post this story yesterday, but then I felt tired all of a sudden and had to sleep for 14 hours after I was forced into a morning exercise by my sister. In which I cycled for an hour in a loop, while I was already dead tired from imsonia. Almost crashed a few times to.