King Nothing

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   The Giver never wanted war, this terrible gift on the world. Yet The Beast wouldn't stop. His sickness spread to all and any, breaking the cycle and all the natural laws she had created to the finest detail. Yet The Beast continued it's path of destruction of every sacred to her, if not dealt with soon nothing would contain it.

  Her life was ebbing away ever since coming into contact with The Beast that first day. It's sickness draining her so very slowly that at first she didn't notice, that is until she tried to capture The Beast the first time. With the situation becoming more desperate by the hour something needed to be done.

  Her power of sight brought forth horrific images of the "reborn" hacking at their former loved ones with ruthless abandoned, all the while The Beast crushed the defenders along the wall. Each of the "reborn" rushing towards the once safe parts of the city, women and children would soon feel The Beast's sickness that would twist them into shells of their former selves.

  "Rthai gthreawy iolp trumm destrax!" The Beast roared as The Giver closed the scene before her, it had to be stopped. Her sorrow went out to those who had yet to suffer this curse upon time, for they too would lose their way of innocence.

  "How can I stop it when it has nothing that weakens it? Why did it come to be?!" She wept to herself in the confines of her palace. She could only think of one solution, sacrifice.

  "May all I create with my soul forgive me."

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  Uthra watched as the griffons sculpted a perfect church fitting for The Beast, the alter would be bathed in their blood soon. Everything was coming together perfectly.

  "Gaston! I wish to speak with you privately." Uthra called to his head priest, a small but griffon with his right eye missing.

  "Yes noble prophet?" Gaston reported with a smile gracing his features. "What is it you require of me?"

  Uthra smiled as he drapped an arm over the the enforcer of the faith, once they reached a secluded area Uthra spoke softly.

  "You have proven your faith so virtuously over the last weeks, bring our church from rubble into a glorious work of art. For these reasons I am leaving you in charge, I must take my leave to commune with my father for my next task. I have the utmost confidence that under you my father's will could be spread to every griffon throughout the land." Uthra smiled as the griffon puffed his chest out. Perfect pawns.

  "I will not fail this holy mission, noble prophet!" Gaston swelled with pride. "But I must ask, where will you go?"

  "To the kingdoms that need my father's word to guide them to a brighter future, where ever my father decides I will go. Maybe to the Zebra conclave, only my father knows." Uthra looked towards the skies to give the impression that his father was truly holy. Everything would fall into place soon.

  The Beast watched the world with a cold glare, especially glaring at the ponies of the world. They lived perfectly to The Giver's design, he watched them for eons. Their smiles were sickening, their laughter would be replaced with the sounds of panic and pleas for mercy. He knew of two daughters of The Giver, for they held to their mother's beliefs without knowing her, he slashed the stones around him in fury at their happiness.

  His shades failed in conquering that mud hole, but they did infect one who could open the door. Sombra. A pony who embraced evil into his heart for love, little pathetic fool. The Beast watched Sombra become a beacon of hatred and destruction, so quickly he became perfect for the grand scheme. Until that idiot of a shade killed him.

  The Beast couldn't help but wonder where Sombra's soul went, obviously someone knew of his existence. Who? Who could even have the faintest idea of his prison, did The Giver survive?

  The Beast twisted and writhed in loathing at his enemy, the very thought of the weak one brought new rage surging through his veins. His chain gave only so much before halting causing the God to pull harder as he wanted to feel her blood run down his throat.

  Every son and daughter of The Beast tried to make themselves smaller and hide from their master's wrath, they knew his wrath wasn't something to be stopped by anything but time. His jaws snapped shut on the chain causing his own diseased blood to spill, the entire world around him shook as he bashed the chain's origin spot. Yet noting happened, for all his anger and pain, he couldn't free himself from this pit.

  But Sombra could. Yes Sombra was the catalyst for his return. The Beast began to whisper through the walls that separated reality from the dreaming world, seeking his prey like a snake.

  His whispers poisoned the dreams all around him, turning them into demonic prophetic visions of what was to come.

  Two orbs stood out from the rest, they were connected by the dreamers. They had to be the one The Beast searched for, one at least. His whispers drilled into the orbs without the dreamers noticing, foolish mortals thinking nothing was wrong. His essence slipped inside without notice, there The Beast found his prize... Sombra.

  With careful caution The Beast advanced closer like a lion about to pounce a unware zebra, his horrific presence twisted the orbs until one popped.

  Sombra's orb still remained.

  The Beast warped the dream into the near future with but a thought, creating a grisly scene. The Beast watched with a twisted smile as Sombra began to panic.

  "Celestia?! Celestia please wake up! Why aren't you waking up?" The dreamer cried into the dream Celestia's shoulder. Sombra looked to her eyes, nothing happened.

  Sombra felt movement from the ground beneath him, with a small amount of effort he lifted the dream Celestia onto his shoulder. His legs carried them five feet before the ground erupted up, revealing monsters of the blackest pits crawling towards the couple. Their entire bodies looked like a horrid twisted joke at life, long arms extended from their backs with blades ending the limbs.

  Sombra felt a sharp pain coming his lower back, turning his head to face the attacker he gasped. Celestia looked like one of those things, her lower jaw missing with blood flowing like a fountain. His heart stopped as she rammed into his side with gusto, as he lay upon the ground looking up to the horror that was his princess. She lept for his throat with her new bladed hands, he just waited for the blow.

  After what felt like hours Sombra opened his eyes to see nothing before him, he glanced around his area for those monsters.

  "Celestia? Where are you?" The dream Sombra called out, answered by a monstrous thud coming from behind.

  "Dwuth qitrh frherth topbvd, htirew." The voice rumbled out, but Sombra heard was a soft familiar voice saying "It is coming and it is hungry".

  With no small effort Sombra turned.

  His eyes met with the twelve of a creature that in no way should exist, a horrible abomination by nature's design.

  "Keep away from Celestia monster! I don't know what you are but you will not live if you harm her!" Sombra shouted only to be met with a deep dark laugh, a laugh that mocked.

  "Trcali qorty unhthi!" The creature roared.

  "Begone from this mortal's dream Beast for you have nothing to gain tormenting him!" That voice sound so kind and caring, Sombra swore he knew it. Within a flash of light Faust appeared with a battle armaments adorning her frame. "Beast I will not allow you to run rampet!"

  The Beast narrowed his eyes upon her with a spark of desolation smoldering within his blackened soul. Before him was the last daughter of The Giver, she would suffer like the rest of them. He felt his essence burning as he was pushed from the dream, with a final roar of hatred The Beast vanished.

  "I... uh thank you miss?" Sombra began.

  "We have already met young one, I am Faust. The one who allowed you to redeem yourself. But time is something we don't have anymore, the great enemy is now actively seeking you."

  "So what was that thing?"

  "The Beast. He has no other name. He is the one responsible for the great evils of the world, he is a sickness that will reshape the world into a mockery of what The Giver has created." Faust stared at the spot where The Beast was, even in the dream world he twisted everything. "He is coming and he is hungry."

  As Faust finished speaking Luna popped into the dream with the pair.

  "Sombra! Something horrifying latched onto your dream I couldn't banish it like a normal nightmare and... who are you?" Luna now focused on the other figure.

  "Little sister it is so good to see you."

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  The Beast shot forward as his will was forced back into his body by what had to be the third daughter of The Giver. His entire form shook with his desires to shed her life fluids across the dirt for even existing! With a enraged surge The Beast shot towards the door that held him, his chains holding fast still locked him down in his pit. The Beast growled his unfathomable anger but all would soon be right.

  His eyes glowed with his malicious intent becoming vastly evident. The world would learn the wrath of a God.