Fallout Equestria: Vile Wasteland
Prologue: Original Sin
“Oh, so you think darkness is your ally? But you merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn’t see the light until I was already a man, by then to me it was only blinding. The shadows betray you because they belong to me.”
In the ruins of a church were seven figures that sat in a semi circle from the stone altar. Time had taken its toll on the foundations, moss and vines hang down from the holes in the ceilings and the walls were missing large sections. The marble floor was heavily cracked and weeds sprouted from the spaces. Silver moonlight shone into the church that bathed the crowd in a grey hue. They were all clad in thick black robes, curled goat horns pierced the back of their hoods.
"Ave, Aram. Welcome Brothers and Sisters, I thank you for coming to this gathering tonight." A raspy, dry voice drew the seven figures attention to the newcomer that approached the other side of the altar and stopped a few inches away. Dull white eyes gaze down upon the figures and the moonlight showed his cracked goat horns along with his dirty black fur.
"For two hundred years have we lived in the husk of the great Equestria, feasting upon its decaying form like maggots. For two hundred years we have seen what horrors has been brought from Apocalypse. However it is upon this night that the one who shall rule the darkness of the waste shall be formed!" Cheers and salutes erupted from the gathered crowd, Crazed smiles stretched from ear to ear.
"Oh how long have we waited for this moment. The night that our glorious lord shall come up from the abyss and lead us to greatness!" The old goat cackled before going into a dry coughing fit. As he regain his posture a black aura emitted from his horns and a large brown book with a large seemingly blood stained gash in it teleported onto the alter. The moment it hit the surface ice began to spread out and coated the whole altar only moments later. The air began to feel heavy and It seemed as if there was movement in the shadows around the group.
SNAP
The figures flinched as the old goat neck was violently twisted in a 108° angel. Shock was plastered on the old goats face as his body was racked spasms and his eyes darken to the point it was pitch black. It's body quickly stooped and his head turned a full 360 degrees. Eyes of darkness gaze at the figures, the presence of his stare made their sin crawl. With unearthly grin he picked up the book and the sound that came out of the old goat sounded like rocks grinding together.
"Followers of darkness, I thank you for your loyalty to me." As it opened the book black wisps began to swirl around the altar, whispers and far off screams echoed around the church ruins.
"Disciple of Superbia, have you brought the vessel?" The spirit gazed above the figure that sat in the middle of the circle, the figure vigorously nodded before holding his head high. From within his robes he drew out a old vial that held reddish substance, within was a unborn fetus that floated around in the foreign liquid. The Disciple of Superbia used his magic to levitate the vial up to its eyes and took it with a feral grin.
"Ah yes this shall do nicely, well done disciple of Superia." It dropped the vial onto the Icy altar, sending its content to splatter across the top. The fetus was now laying on the reddish frost, its deformities were now clear. The spirit cleared it's throat and opened the book to a page.
"Quia hoc peccatum mors et terra incolatus. Invisibilis flammae tunicam terram. Dereliquit Dominus terram, caelum suam lucem...
As the chant started the group began to cough up a little bit of blood, their stomach began to turn and twist. Their limbs began to feel numb and cold. Grey streaks appeared on their coat and mane, as if their youth were being stripped away by an unseen force.
...Iam colligimus, qui mala in fine septem vicibus. Regere autem est una sola inter tenebras, peccatum orta figurae propositae septem peccatis...
When the spirit neared the end of his chant they began to gag as something started to crawl up their throat, causing more blood to flow out of their mouths. Something slick and slithery began to lash out of their throat, black like tendrils slapped around their mouths. The figures tried to vomit but the creature won't budge. Finally the unknown thing lid out of their mouths and fell onto the stone floor with splat which was soon followed by the thuds of the figure bodies as they fell onto the floor dead. Seven black blobs of rotten flesh flailed their tiny intestine like limbs in the air. As the spirit speaks it's last phrase the blobs began to crawl up the altar, leaving behind a trail of wet blood.
...Nocte sub una luna continendi omnia fiunt septem annos ducentos vilis!"
They converged over the fetus and started to crawl into the fetus, causing it to grow bigger till it was the size of a baby foal. As he finished his chant he looked down to see a creature alien to the land of Equestria. The beast was composed of a head of a dragon, mane of a lion, the hooves of an ox, scales of a fish, and a lone slender horn rested upon its head.
"Welcome to the realm of the living Infernus." The spirit said as he teleported the book away, causing the unnatural events to stop. He picked up the infant to take a closer look at his features, ebony colored scales ran down his throat, chest, and belly. There are also patches of ebony scales along his nose, by his eyes, on his back, fore cannons, stifles, and tail. His ivory mane was about medium length and mullet-like. There are also patches of hair that grow by his Ergots, Fetlocks and on the underside of the tail. His tail are tipped with a brush of ivory hair.
Out of the shadows behind him walked out a figure with a lavender cloak that stopped only inches before the altar. "There never was any doubt that the ritual would work, I'm sure this is where I take charge?" The figure voice was distinctly femininely.
The spirit turned his body, his movement were stiff and jerky. It looked at the newcomer and gave a gruntled chuckle. "Why of course it worked Superia. I am the greatest necromancer to ever trod these lands. Well once the greatest anyways, now my successor had been created on this night. I'll leave the rest in your hooves, I want you to teach him the dark arts so when he comes to age he will be able to survive the wasteland and rule it with a iron fist!" It proclaimed as the spirit started to cackle, it handed over the foal to Superia before the body collapsed dead beside the altar.
Violet eyes gazed down on the foal, a ghost of a smile appeared for a split second on her face. She snuggled the infant closer to her chest, drawing out a small squeak in his sleep.
"You are going to grow into a fine stallion someday." With that said she turned around and walked back into the darkness, leaving the eight bodies behind in the ruins of the church.
Proofreader: Tetragrammaton
Author's Note
Footnote:
New Perk Added!: Friends with Death: For some reason, the dark parts of you that necromancy has touched seem to appeal to the undead and abominations. Feral ghouls will no longer attack you, and lucid ghouls are more likely to be friendly towards you. Abominations now have a 50% less chance of attacking you. Abusing this perk might make you suspicious to the living.
