“You need to do this...” she whispered coaxing him to do her bidding. This act was also of his own will, but was also pushed into action by her blandishment, “and your wish will be fulfilled. You'll end by the hooves of the deity you pledged your silly mortal life to.” It was time, it was time for this to end. The hooded figure snapped his eyes open. The black unicorn prepared his magic. He stared down at the alicorn in the coffee shop below. Nothing ran through his mind, nothing at all. The vines inched closer. Perfect. He waited a bit longer. And finally everything was in place.

He flared his magic, grasping the vines sending them surging through the windows. Screams echoed in the air as the vorpal studded tendrils wrapped themselves around innocent ponies. “What the hell?!” Cris shouted to the high heavens, struggling against his restraints.

“What is going on?” Rose squealed in terror, letting out a sharp but wavering breath feeling the sharp teeth sink into her flesh. This was uncommon. Especially for Ponyville. With all the craziness that happens here e.g. ALL the Summer Sun Celebrations, the Ursa Minor, Trixie, Princess Luna, Spikes greed rampage, and the Pinkie Pies.

Cris shuttered at the thought of all the Pinkie Pies that day, one of, actually the only specific reason he has a panic room in his house. That aside, this was the pinnacle (so far, sometime in the future it will likely be out done). Cris slashed out with an a fissure spell. Freeing himself from the its clutches. Then proceeded to set Rose free. He cast the fissure spell again, slicing the tendril into oblivion. Rose caught herself in mid-fall with her wings. Landing gently on the ground trying to spare herself the pain.

“Thanks,” she muttered, wincing at the pain in her hind legs. The figure stood in front of Cris, fresh out of a teleportation spell.

“My deity,” he spoke something hanging in his voice, “I am your humble servant.” He unleashed another wave of magic that wasn't meant for the living. It stretched outward, all over Ponyville ensconcing it. Things sprouted from the ground with muffled cries. Arms outstretched calling, beckoning even.

“What the hell did you do?” Cris yelled. They finally crawled out of their holes, heaps of decayed flesh were now walking on the brink of life and death. He was desecrating their eternal slumber, that bastard!

“My deity,” he said again as the hood relinquished its hold over his head. “I am your humble servant.”

“What are you talking about?” Cris queried. Okay now this was just down right weird.

“Don't play coy.” He snapped, “I am Iron Carver. Your humble servant.”

“Sure kid... Why don't you release those poor souls. All they want is to rest in peace.”

“No! There's no going back from this...” He whispered, conjuring swirling torrent of flames. “Kill everyone! I will have death...it is my purpose to spread deaths influence. And then I shall meet with my fate.”

“Woah-WOAH! Kid -calm down- let's talk about this!”

Carver wouldn't listen. His mind was set. Flames flickered around his cloaked form, his eyes were heavy with sadness. “Do it...” a voice -feminine in nature- whispered in his ear. Carver stared ahead at Cris, “What are you waiting for? Hesitation makes you weak.” It's voice echoed in his mind. “As you said, there's no going back from this.”

It was taking more strength to hold back… than to let it happen… So... he let go. Carver sent the curling blaze towards his “deity”, his “god”... With all his baleful intent he couldn't help but shed a few tears. These feelings in his chest, burned with obscurity. Cris instantly lit his horn summoning a shield to guard him and Rose from the onslaught. Even though it protected him from the flames themselves, but it didn't save them from the heat considering Cris was still wearing his jacket. They could feel their blood boiling underneath their skin. Sweat trickled down their bodies, receiving no reprieve from the vigorous sultry sway.

Finally it let it up. The sway disappeared, and the heat relinquished their bodies. The cool air swept through, chilling them down to the bone. Sweaty stench permeated the air. “Dammit,” Cris muttered as his shield evaporated into thin air. This kid, it seemed death magic was his specialty, but he was no stranger to other types. He underestimated him. It was a potentially fatal mistake if it ever happened again. Which he doubted it would, well after today that is.

“Does this type of stuff happen often?” Rose asked, quivering behind Cris in fear.

“Unfortunately yes...” he replied.

Undead assaulted the town, along with the Everfree forest. It was a double fucking whammy. This kid was tenaciously holding onto his obsession with death and no manner of coaxing would persuade him otherwise. His black jacket was singed, it practically crumbled from his body revealing his lack of a cutie mark. Cris stumbled back a bit. Using the shield for long periods of time drained his energy rather quickly.

Seeing a large shadow fall over him and his companion. Flipping around to face said shadow caster he came face to face with a behemoth of a zombie-esque creature… Across its back was a large black plate of metal, though it looked more or less like a mass of interweaved vines than metal as its decaying form drew a long black blade from within the mass of black twisted metal on its back. The blade stood around a good two feet in length and was jagged and chipped from overuse or poor care… or both.

This was bad… “I didn’t want to have to this my “god” but if you won’t kill me,” Carvers voice quivered a bit, lowering his eyes from view. He said in a gruff voice, “Then I make you! I’ll kill the bitch behind you and your son if that is what it’ll take!”

‘Fuck… what kind of power does this little shit have! I fucking had to dish out one of my best defenses to block him and then he goes and brings this bastard out to play… Fuck my life and this faust forsaken town...’ Cris thought to himself as he readied a basic blast spell to try and incapacitate the new threat now facing him and Rose. Barely even a scratch was made. Come on! A simple burn mark would be somewhat satisfying. “I need to move out of this damn town!” Cris pushed Rose to the side, and leapt in the opposite direction avoiding the blow from the fucking steam engine in front of him.

Carver couldn’t help but laugh, “My “deity” you are a riot!” Cris swung his neck around about to glare daggers into Carver. He watched silently in horror as colossus smashing into Irving’s. Sending the building toppling down as fragments of stone, wood, and twisted metal. Rose looked around her, for she had just recovered from the effects of the forceful shove. “CRIS!” She screamed, before she was buried beneath the detritus.

Breath left his lungs. It felt, at that moment, as if time just slowed down long enough to let him feel the impending agony of loss. Finally it all resume at a normal pace. Everything smashed into the ground, sending a cloud of dust everywhere. She buried there. In such an unceremonious grave... ‘This didn’t just happen. She...she’s not dead. She can’t be!’

“You are one cruel motherfucker!” He laughed a bit, swiping a tear of sadness from his eye. Still trying to continue the facade that he was happy. Happy with this. Happy with what he doing, with what was happening.

“You…” He choked out beneath his sobs of agony and melancholy feelings. “You… BASTARD!!!” Cris then gained a slight manic look to his features, his eyes widened a bit and his lips started to curl around the edges… Think of a slightly crazy looking pinkie and there you go! Rage pilfered through his mind. His galaxy grey aura molded itself into a physical form. One for harming.

Abstract blueprints filled his head. Leaking out into the concrete world. A dark stencil formed from nowhere. Drawing and filling itself with magic. Dark black wisps oozed into its form. Out into the world, it echoed, like sound. A magical construct floated in front of him. A sword to be exact, one of his own design. “Very seldom do I fight,” he muttered, sword floating in front of him. “But you have evoked my wrath.”

Variously grunts and groans. Screams were heard throughout Ponyville. The undead wreaked havoc on the small town. The colossus hadn’t moved since he had killed… Rose. Cris took a step forward. Trembling slightly not wanting to leave the spot from where he watched Rose die. This only pushed him further towards Carver. He wanted him dead! By his own hooves. “Come my pets…” Carver became awash by the rotting corpse that came to back him.

Cris showed no fear, taking another step towards his foe. Rose… “Fall.” Instantly all the necromorphs burst into flames. Screams of agony filled the otherwise reticent air. Carver’s eyes widened at this sight, watching as his army was reduced to ashes in mere seconds. Cris brandished the blade, letting it drag along the along the ground. Noting he only had a maximum of ten spells he could cast before complete exhaustion.

He swung violently at Carver aiming for the neck. Which he dodged for some reason… maybe he feared death. Even though it was what he oh so desperately craved. “Gah!” Cris sneered. Carver looked down in surprise. Watching thorns of earth mangle and contort through the flesh and bone of his legs. “Earth magic sure comes in handy.”

“Well played,” Carver muttered, tears in the corners of his eyes. He stifled sobs. Cris felt mildly bad about wanting to kill him. But this could be a ruse, he didn’t what to take a chance either way. Flourishing the aetherial weapon. Cris struck. Impaling the colt in the chest, running the blade completely through. Throwing in a bit of an overkill, stabbing him repeatedly twice while shouting at him, calling him a bastard.

“You little fuck!” Cris finished. He panted, sitting on his rump, looking at his hooves in horror. He killed somepony. A kid. A foal. For what? Some mare he barely even knew? This was bad! This was fucked up! “I’m so sorry.” he wailed, placing his hoof on Carver’s head. Tears trickled down his face, dripping onto the ponies maw.

“Don’t cry for me my “deity” for this is what I wanted all along. My life means nothing, I have touched no one, accomplished very little.”

“Thats not true. Look at the power you obtained so young.”

“With the help of a demon.”

“WHAT?!?”

“Don’t let it take me… Dispose of my body quickly!” Too late. Malevolent feelings and intent pulsated through the air. Green and black light radiated from Carver’s body. Harsh laughter echoed through the street and into the air of the very literal equinox.

What was left of Carver’s mind whispered, “Please forgive me...for...all...I’ve done…” Everything turned to shit from there. Loud sounds crackled, wind rushed, trees snapped from the barrage of air slamming against the trees. Cris backed away, watching the lifeless corpse rise. “Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!”

His body went beyond the purge of his mind. Demon-esque extrapolations began to take form. Horns, dilapidated wings with holes and torn flesh, his back letting out vile cracks and popping sounds met with faces of disdain; transforming into a bipedal being of death and destruction. The creature let out a piercing shout, slashing at Cris with its claws. Flesh tore from his chest, blood squirted free onto the ground, staining the soil. It cackled loudly with a cold and cruel voice, sneering with its wicked white cheshire smile. “All mighty alicorn, free this kindred soul!” It said with heavy sarcasm, “You know how to kill an alicorn? Hm?”

Cris was silent heaving in pain, hoof pressed against his chest in an effort to keep the blood in. “You absorb their souls, which also means I get the power contain within your fragile little body.” With the fiercest swipe he ever seen, the demoness backhanded him, thoroughly sending him into flight. This, however, came to an abrupt end. By the opposition of a building his motion was cancelled by an outside, unbalanced force (so states Newton’s first law). He felt his body crunch, though the internal wounds quickly healed. Outstanding the regeneration power of the alicorn. The splintered fragments of bone reassembled at a quickened pace.

He opened his blue eyes, still clutching the sword within his magical grip. “Give me… YOUR SOUL!” He saw nothing but white gnashing teeth. “Fuck!” He mentally shouted, parrying the incoming attack by means of placing the blades in between her sharp bones. Cris looked into her eyes, staring at the orange cat-slit iris before him.

He had to think of something, fast. Under constant pressure Cris flared his horn. Teleporting away just before the aetherial blade shatter into oblivion. He reappeared some ways behind the demon. Letting out a fervent battle cry. Bone chilling, stamina obliterating cold fill the air. Sharpy and deadly spikes burst from the ground, exploding sending the icy needles everywhere. The incursion traveled towards the demon at a fast pace, while he re-summoned his blade, forming a lot quicker than last time.

Ear splitting screams pounded his eardrums assuming his hit was successful. “You pathetic mortal!” it cried spewing venom from its mouth. He had to deal with this fast. The last thing he wanted was fatalities. “I’m sick of this…” He whispered.

“I’m sorry what?” The demon asked in a snide manner.

“Come on! Lets end this!" He cried, stepping forward once and brandished the aetherial blade. Ready to stain it blood. The demon hissed, charging at him with its mouth agape, thrilled about tasting pony flesh. Cris swung downward. Hoping to staple a wound on the demon. It parried swiping its clawed appendage upward. Successfully defending itself from the salvo.

“Ready to lose your soul already little lamb?” She swiped with her free hand, while the other clasped onto weapon holding it in place. He focused his magic, preventing the knifelike appendages from tearing him to shreds.

“Advanced telekinetic spell eh?” Shit! He couldn’t hold it back for long. Cris strained his mind for massive amounts of concentration.

“F-fuck!” He finally built up enough strength to throw the claw. Decreasing his spell count by two. He reached out with his hind legs, kicking the demon in the face. It let out a low growl, cursing at him under its vile breath. Everything in his body straddled at the hiss in its voice. Intimidating down the core. Fear wouldn’t stop him now. Nothing would. Cris took flight. Flying high above Ponyville hearing the anguished cries of the innocent.

“Tsk! Tsk! You shouldn’t run from a fight!” Energy formed at the tip of his horn. He was going to combine his last spells into one potent blast. It gathered in an essence of light, shining Pink. He remember the shiny yellow fur, blazing pink eyes, pink mane and tail. Mane parted in the back hanging below her ears. “This…” A tears fell from his eyes, “this is for Rose!” He let it loose directly as he was face to face with the fiend.

It let out a pain filled cry as it was shot back against the ground. It was over, he was sure of it. “Ugh…” He groaned releasing the sword from its binds, and landing back on the ground mentally and physically torpor after the entire ordeal. Cris looked upon the smoldering crater, the only emotions he felt in his heart were remorse and sadness.

He bolted for the pile of debris. Maybe! Maybe she is still alive! “Ah ah ahh!” Cris rose from the ground, only to find the fiend in a severely weakened state. “I’m not dying! Your soul and power will be mine! And then I will rule Equestria!” It screamed at the top of its lungs, shattering every piece of glass in the area. Damn this bitch! Why won’t it die? Pain racked through Cris’ body. The bitch had ripped off his left leg which quickly grew back of course.

It ached, even after it grew back. It limped, walking forward with its hand raised its mouth open and dripping with saliva. Shit! This was the end. For sure. His chest tightened as he inched closer to the demon. Staring down its gaping maw. His doom awaited in that blacked cavern, venom oozing out from between its teeth. “You. Aren’t. Going. TO. STAND. IN. MY. WAY!” It screamed jerking him towards it with intense force.

His limbs were restrained, nothing could be done now except die. “I want you to suffer!” This time she cast the fissure spell slicing deep into his flesh all the down to the bone. He let out an exasperated cry pain. One of the fissures had sliced into his lungs, regeneration became slower when his magic depleted. Cris wouldn’t die. Immortality was a bitch. Unable to escape the pain with the bliss of death.

“Avert thine eyes Daemon, for thou shalt be sent asunder back into the depths of tartarus!” Out of nowhere came Luna. Her eyes were filled with rage, looking upon the demon with hate in her eyes. “Now Tia!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, with blinding luminescent light coming from beyond. Celestia came wielding a coruscating ball which she fired at the demon. Potent energy filled the air, passing through the demons core.
“NOOO!!!” It screamed with the loudest and highest pitch ever heard, shattering ever glass panel within the small town. “How could you do this to me Luna? I was your power!”

“The N-Nightmare?!?” Luna backed away, cowering in fear over what was said. “Thou art a liar! The Nightmare is dead!”

“I merely survived as a shadow leeching off this boy! You are mine Luna! And I will return for you!” The demon was gone, back in hell where it belongs. Cris lurched, his body was racked with intense stinging with blood trickling down his extremities. “Rose!” He shouted in low dismal voice, pushing his bruised and battered body off the ground. Spacing out moving towards the piled rubble. Hoping that she would still be alive.

He arrived at her grave. Blood was smeared behind him in thick, red streaks. His magic flickered and sparked coming alive just enough for him to move the huge stones of concrete, shredded metal, and slabs of wood.

And there she was, groaning in agony. Cris looked upon her leg. In many places it was filled with three or four inch metal splinters, of which must have hurt to no end. Cris breathed a sigh of relief. His heart was now calm.

"My son! Where's my son!?" Shit...

Cris flipped around and looked at Carver's body. It had returned to normal, everything was in its proper place. Except there was something tucked away under his robe.
A mare came racing from around the corner of a building. One that must have been an apartment complex. She instantly became teary eyed laying her sight on her son’s corpse.

"My son! My colt..."

"Excuse me...miss..." Cris trailed off.

"Ambersky." She finished it with sniffle.

"Uh...your son...he uh wrote this. Would you like me to read it to you?" She nodded, nuzzling his hair.

Dear Mom,

I just wanted to say sorry for all the trouble I've caused you over the years. I know I've taken the path that you would never want for me, I know that I let you down tonight. All those sleepless nights that you waiting up on me, I was just a slave to my own plight. Remember when I told you "thats the last you'll see of me? Remember when I broke you down to tears? I'm sorry for giving you hell all the years.

Your Son,

Iron Carver

Cris was bandaged up, and was free to leave when he wished. Though he preferred to stay with Rose. He slept in a chair placed by her bedside. Not comfortable at all but he wasnt exactly worried about that. Rose stirred in her sleep, her appearance shifted from the facade seen to what it actually was. Pony fur turned to a blackish-grey shell with holes punched through here and there, transparent teal flaps for wings and hair, all topped off with green cat-slit irises.

Chrysalis rose up from her slumber. She winced at the pain in her leg. This was bad, if anypony discovered her she would be imprisoned or worse!
"You know," Chrysalis stopped out of fear. She turned straring Cris in the eyes with a smirk plastered on his face. He continued, "I've been around the world and never in my wildest dreams, would I come running home to you." He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. After which she blushes heavily, facing turning red and all.

Author's Note

Congrats. You learned something today! Newton's first law of motion- objects in motion will stay in motion unless acted upon by an opposing force. Co-written by Harbinger-of-script