The Binding of Isaac: Emancipation

Isaac stood in awe before the feast in front of him. There was a massive table, laden in a white sheet with gold trim, and nearly every inch held a platter of one form of food or another. Sure, they were all vegetarian, but it was heaven to the child. One got tired of dog food quickly, after all. Isaac spoke, voice quavering in joy, “I can… Eat this?”

The Princesses shared a look, before Celestia asked him, “Of course. Why, what do you normally eat?”

Isaac frowned, “My mom fed me dog food after she went crazy… It was awful.”

“DOG FOOD?!” Luna roared, causing the poor boy to wince.

“She said it wasn’t corrupted. That’s all I know.”

Celestia leaned her head down towards him, before nudging him to the table with a smile. “We won’t make you eat dog food, don’t worry. Go ahead and eat, Isaac.”

Isaac grinned, before devouring the food with gusto.

“We have never seen such an appetite, sister. What sort of vile creature would force their young to eat this ‘dog food’? It sounds ghastly.”

Celestia whispered back to her sister, “It is disgusting, Lulu. Don’t try it.”

Soon Isaac was full, his stomach aching from the amount of food stuffed in it. He fell asleep.

Cain smirked as his bomb smashed open the wall, revealing the secret room behind. He stepped in, his ever-present lucky foot dangling around his wrist. As soon as he entered, the walls sealed with rubble, and an ugly sight met him. Greed simply kept its eternal grimace, eyes frowning as a living bank entered its territory. Oh, how it wanted to wipe the stone floor with the money-holder… Oh, how it needed the money it carried. Greed thrust its arms into the air, summoning a pair of Hoppers before firing a trio of bloody balls at the intruder. They hit it, a precious penny appearing in the massive hoard within Greed. Mine. It thought, starting to grin. It shot the enemy again, its smile growing wider and wider as each coin dropped with a clink into the pile of money.

Cain was frightened. He was rapidly losing his cash, and was perilously close to death. He failed to notice Greed closing in as he panicked, using his portable slot-machine and growing ever more terrified as each draw of the arm failed to yield an item. Greed tapped the boy on the arm, who then turned. Cain found himself staring into a black abyss, before the darkness looked back.

The corpse of the gambler fell to the floor, Cain’s spirit rising to join the growing group of The Lost.

“I took a chance, and it didn’t work out. Don’t let the odds fall away from you.” A voice spoke, reverberating throughout the room.

Isaac woke up from the nightmare, groaning as his stomach voiced its dissent. “Are you alright, Isaac?” Celestia spoke, concern evident.

“I… I had another nightmare.” He replied, attempting to return to his feet.

“What happened in it?” Came the response, Celestia beginning to worry about the child’s psyche.

“I was someone named Cain. I had only one eye, the other covered with a patch. I… Found a secret room, but when I went inside there was a grey sack body. It had a rope tied around its neck, and looked like it was screaming. But then it started walking. It created two bodied out of thin air, which began jumping around. Then the sack launched three orbs of blood, and it felt like I was losing money or something. I began to panic, then I… I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“I turned, and there was the sack, a huge grin on its face. But the mouth was nothing but black. I looked into the darkness… And it looked back. Then I died. And a different voice said that it took a chance, and failed. That I shouldn’t lose mine or something.”

Isaac began to cry once more, “Celestia, I’m scared…”

The Princess sat next to the boy and hugged him, with but two words, “I know.”

Isaac’s mother was angry. She had found the path to the world where her son-no, holy sacrifice-hid, sheltered from the divine will put forth to him. But as soon as she entered, she found that she could not move normally. Somehow she had become a black horse-thing, covered in ugly holes and with a curved horn. She also had a pair of fly wings on her back, disgusting things that could hardly lift her girth. Luckily, her knife was nearby, and she managed to pick it up in her mouth.

Such a disgraceful thing, she thought, dark ideas swimming inside her head. I am on a holy mission, and a follower of God does NOT hold their dagger in their mouth. Oh Lord, if you can see me, have mercy.

She found a pool of water, and looked at the reflective surface. She had blood-red eyes, with no sign of pupils or irises. She was covered in a shiny armor. She was covered in holes. And she was ugly.

Isaac’s mother sat on her new-found haunches, drooping her head as tears began to form. How could she become ugly? She was beautiful… Wasn’t she?

The stricken servant of the Lord wept.

Satan smiled. His follower was doing just as He wanted, entering the Devil-forsaken land of Equestria, the world of Peace and Harmony… How it sickened him, the thought of the cheeriness that plagued the land sending a shudder to his black core. His servant would end all that, however. And then he would march against all else, before finally confronting his disgusting opposite, God.

The Lord, indeed. White held no place in the world, the only light should be that of fire. And he would crush it all. And all thanks to ‘The Lord’, letting him impersonate the false deity to manipulate the weak mortal.

Oh, this would be fun.