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Ask of Me, and I Shall Give Thee a Heathen's Inheritance

by Epic Brony 4 Life
In my right hand, daggers and poison. In my left, silver and a straw rope. I am Alexander Anderson, Son of the Iscariot. Upon my head sits a black halo, and in my heart, a field of thorns. Let's see what has become of Equestria in my absence.

I was made an Apostle of Judas, one amidst his holy flock of assassins, the Iscariot…

I was made the Eternal instrument of God's Will. The monster who revers God…

Even now, I carry within my bosom, the last of Rome's long-lost holy artifacts, the lingering scent of an ancient miracle; the Nail of Helena.

Even so, that is not who I am. I'm just a guy that wants to get home, to see my family, to get my life back and pretend that none of this ever happened. And yet here I remain, trapped in a world not my own, the Sacred Nail that pierced my flesh now compelling my to seek out and slaughter the blood-sucking heathens that walk the night.

If I have to carve out a path through this field of thorns, so be it. If I have to stain these blessed bayonets red with undead blood, so be it.

But I will find a way home, one way or the other.

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Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust. AMEN!
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Teen
On Hiatus
Adventure
Crossover
Dark
Alternate Universe
Human
 

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