The Demonic Amnesiac

A/N: This was written BEFORE chapters 4 and 5, so excuse any mistakes in the story line. thank you

“I can’t believe that little piece of bird shit.” Dagger said as he limped towards his cave he found near the outskirts of Ponyville.

He trotted into the cave, and almost fell back due to a huge surprise. He saw a black stallion, covered with bright red scars, flaming red mane, and the kicker? THE SAME WINGS AS HIM! Slightly brighter, but the same size and shape. He hadn’t seen anybody with the same wings as him. His were…special, even if he only had one now. The mysterious Pegasus wore white bracelets on all 4 of his legs, and a black and red tail spiked straight out. He wore a lopsided grin and bright red goggles, covering his eyes and giving him an air of superiority.

This feeling pissed Dagger off. He hated being looked down on, but….he remembered the stallion from somewhere….he couldn’t remember where though, and it irritated him. He didn’t like this stallion, but he felt attracted to him…like he wanted to serve him. Dagger hated this stallion. He lunged at the mysterious pony, but he wasn’t there anymore. He was right behind Dagger, and had his hooves on Dagger’s one good wing.

“What happened to you Dagger? Did these weak overlanders shred you up? You fail your reputation as Morus Regis. Shame out ou…your family for generations!” The black pony said while putting more pressure on Dagger’s wing. Dagger resisted the urge to cry out. For some reason, he couldn’t use his necromancy or his geokinesis.

“Who are you?” he gathered up the strength to ask. This black stallion was literally sucking the energy right out of him.

The pony started laughing. “You’re worst frickin’ nightmare, Dagger” He said as he ripped Dagger’s wing clean off.

*c-c-crackrriiiiiiiiiiPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*

Dagger couldn’t help it. He screamed, felt this humiliation a second time. Why wouldn’t anyone just kill him??

The black pony patched up Dagger’s wounds, and parted his hair, showing two short horns.

“You’re one of us, Dagger. Accept it” He turned to leave, but looked back.

“Dagger, you’ve lost your touch, regain your skills and return to us. By the way, my name’s Dark Glide, or Dominus Fatali, that’s how you knew me at least” he said as he arrogantly trotted out.

Dagger’s mind automatically translated the phrase.” Master of Fate….seems like a fitting name for Darkglide, judging as I was powerless against him. Even my magic didn’t work, at all!”. He saw 3 shadows join Darkglide outside and heard a mingling of voices. A gruff one, a sly one, and the one that stood out the most was the fact that the last voice was a gentle voice of a mare.  The other two he could tell were male. He heard the mare speak again;

“Leave the weakling to die, Dark. If he survives, he’ll try and kill you”

Dark shrugged. “I know, and I’m ready for him. We’ll start the extermination when he recovers enough to join us. He wasn’t worthy to be an alicorn, anyways. He got those wings from father, he wasn’t born with them, he was gifted and Father decided he deserved them”.

The cunning voice the group sighed and spoke softly, “He’s not the same Dagger as I knew.  Remember when he slaughtered all those Royal Guards? That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time”.

Dark laughed, a harsh sound, metallic sounding even. “Didn't you have enough fun with the couple last time? Now back to the extermination subject. I got dibs on the pink one, she deserves to know the meaning of pain. I’ll shred her. I show her a fucking party”.

He spat out the word party. “Her happiness will be turned into screams of pain when I get ahold of her. Spark Touch, Kadaj, Devious. Let’s go” He addressed the gruff sounding voice, the sly one, and the female in order.

The group galloped off, laughing. Dark crawled to the entrance and found a flask with a liquid in it that looked like blood. The flask was in the place of the sly sounding pony. He took a drink cautiously, and his whole body felt renewed.

“I’M HEALED! I’M COMING FOR YOU DARK!” he shouted into the night sky as he started to gallop after the group with the intention to slaughter the so called “Master of Fate”, along with all other ponies he came across.

Dagger though of the ponies who were with Dark. SparkTouch….he remembered that name well. He didn’t know where….wait, he did! HE REMEMBERED SOMETHING! As his thoughts flashed back to whenever, he started to view the event again.

--------flashback-------

Dagger was looking over the shoulder of his past self, who was standing near a totally black colt with blue wings and a lightning yellow mane. His past self and this black colt, Spark Touch, were looking off into the distance. Dagger stopped looking at Spark and looked to where his past self and spark were looking. There was an army approaching, unicorns and pegasi, all who looked black and skeletal, with horns on the tops of their heads.

Spark finally spoke in a rushed tone.

“Dagger, you got us into this shitstorm, now get us the fuck out!!! IM NOT GOING BACK TO THAT HELLHOLE!”

Dagger shook out of his daze from seeing the army. “SPARK LOOK OU-“ and that’s all he got out before Spark was hit in the head by a decently sized rock thrown by one of the enemies’ unicorn magic. He saw Spark drop to the ground, out cold. Dagger started to tremble with anger. His shadow, which was eerily growing bigger,  suddenly picked up off the ground and stood in the air as a mass of black energy. The shadow had one eye, and even had a thing that was like a mouth, complete with razor sharp teeth. The opposing skeletal army stepped back in fear.

“You…you harmed Spark, you tried to stop my exit, and you send a whole army after me. NIGHTSHADE YOU BASTARD!” Dagger screamed. He took flight and flew right at the army, the shadow following him. He started spinning when he reached the army, his now huge shadow wrapped around him and made spikes stick out of his body, so when he spun, he ripped the ponies in his way to shreds.

“They may look like skeletons, but they have blood” Dagger thought as blood went everywhere from the shredded soldiers.

Dagger looked back at the opposing army. He cut down about 20 of them with that one attack, but there still hundreds left. He willed his shadow to get off of him and rush the army, slicing through everything in its way. Dagger swore he even heard his shadow laughing as it morphed into a liquid wall of spikes, cutting down everything in its path.

fight music

The carnage continued as soldiers rushed Dagger. Dagger realized he had to fight hoof to hoof now. He called upon his magic to call up obsidian hooves, so when he wore them, he had more stopping power. As the guards rushed him from four sides, Dagger spun and hooked one in the jaw, sending him flying.

“Next” Dagger said, consumed with complete anger. The next two guards rushed him, swords drawn, and Dagger rolled to the side and kicked one in the chin by bucking upwards, and downed the next guard by grabbing him with his wings  and chucking him towards the rest of his army, as if they weren’t already busy enough with Daggers shadow; which was ripping them apart.

Dagger’s shadow was having some fun of it’s own, ripping soldiers to pieces. It spun through, sending its spikey tendrils through unknowing ponies, sending blood everywhere. He cut through many bodies, the shadow lost count. Eventually the shadow got bored of the ground, so it took to the sky and attacked the pegasi, who were trying to retreat. The shadow ripped through their wings, making sure not to fatally injure them. It then moved with insane speed and opened its “mouth” and ate them. The shadow grew even bigger after eating them, and the shadow itself? It was thinking about how they tasted. Like rotting dead bodies. It decided never to eat another skeletal looking pony as long as its host (Dagger) was alive.

Dagger was having some fun with the ponies that had decided to rush him. He took a moment to focus his magic, and a moment later a skeletal hoof reached out from below the ground. The hoof continued making a huge crevice in the ground until the skeletal pony could climb up. He was about twice the size of Dagger, and had two wicked hunting knives strapped to his sides, each one about a foot and a half long. The bone stallion took off towards the army of ghasts (fuck it I’m calling the black skeletal-yet-living ponies that Dagger is facing). Dagger saw that the bone stallion was having a grand ‘ol time hacking up ghasts with a knife in his mouth, whipping his head around and cutting them in half, through the jaw, cutting their legs off, etc. Meanwhile, Dagger found some ghasts that were injured and trying to crawl away. He saw that they had some wicked hunting knifes strapped to their sides, and he unclipped one from a fallen solider and eyed it with extreme interest.

“This’ll do fine…yes…yes it will” He started slowly cutting the fallen ponies legs off, one by one. He used his magic to heal the wounds, but not stop the pain. The ghast that he just cut open started screaming, which was music to Dagger’s ears.

“keep on screaming, little ghast. Make my day” He said with a chuckle. He proceeded to cut open the ghast’s gut, spilling his intestines all over. The blood that was spilled by the wounds Dagger had caused were immense, and Dagger was loving every minute of it.

“See what happens when you fuck with me?” He whispered to the fallen ghast, playing with its intestines. Dagger was amused by the pain he was causing, but stabbed the ghast to make sure it didn’t pass out.

“Oh no you don’t” Dagger used his magic to keep the Ghast’s eyes wide open, and unable to pass out. “My little guardian is over there, you’ve got nobody to help you” motioning to the skeletal stallion he conjured that was ripping all the ghasts apart.

“See? Isn’t this just wonderful?” Dagger put emphasis on that last word. He started choking the ghast with its own intenstines, making its eyes roll back. Dagger just laughed playfully and looked at the cavity in the ghasts stomach.

“What else can I do with this bag of tricks?” He said, eyeing the liver, stomach, and lungs. He put both his hooves on one of the ghasts lungs, and tugged experimentally. The ghast coughed up black blood. He was going to die of blood loss soon, but Dagger pulled and started pulling out the ghast’s organs.

“Oh, what fun would that be?” Dagger asked himself. He got a crazy idea. He cut open the ghast’s throat, thread its intestines through it and brought it out its mouth, then tied the intestines in a knot.

“YAY! A NEVERENDING LOOP!” Dagger shouted jumping up and down in happiness. He had the ghast’s blood everywhere on him. There were gallons everywhere. On his hooves, his stomach, it matted his mane. The skeletal stallion had killed all he could, as did Dagger’s shadow, which returned to its normal state as Dagger’s actual shadow.

Dagger was so happy he went on a rampage, hacking every fallen body he saw, alive or not. Blood caused fountains as intestines and organs fell everywhere.

“WHEEEEEEEEEEE!” Dagger yelled, obviously gone insane. He saw a body he didn’t cut up, one that was different from the others…..he approached it and-

*ZAP*

A lightning bolt hit him in the head when he tried to cut Spark’s fallen body. The bolt knocked him over, and Spark started to wake.

“Mother of Shade…What the fuck happened?” he saw Dagger’s body next to him with the knife, and Spark decided this stallion was too much trouble. He rubbed his hooves together, creating more electricity and hit Dagger with it. Dagger’s body jumped and his eyes jolted open.

“Where am I? W-who am i? w-who are you!?!??!” Dagger said, scared because he didn’t know who, what, or where he was.

“Calm down, your name is Dagger, and you’re in the underground. Find yourself again through the fog in your brain, and you’ll understand who caused all of this” Spark said, walking away.

Dagger lunged at him. “Help me! PLEASE!”

Spark shook his head, then got a sinister idea. “Fine, come here. I’ll help you, this once”

Dagger crawled over to him, and Spark stomped on his shadow and sent electricity through it.

“Escape that son of a bitch known as your own shadow, your inner demon. And kill the six, that’ll help too” Spark laughed and flew away, and was soon joined by a purple mare with a red and black suit on, a cream colored stallion with a pure white mane and draconic eyes, and a black stallion with a flaming red mane, who his present self now reconized as DarkGlide.

Dagger watched him fly away, then looked back as his shadow started running after him. Dagger started to fly away, but his wings were…”wait what? WHY ARE MY WINGS STUCK TOGETHER!?!?!” Dagger screamed. Spark had put static electricity on his wings and stuck them together. Spark chuckled as he heard the alicorn’s scream. He put enough electricity through his wings to keep them together for a few hours. Back on the ground, Dagger had to run instead of fly. He ran, and ran, and ran. Until the shadow caught him…

-------back to reality------

Dagger gasped. The flashback hit him hard, it affected him. Why couldn’t he remember what the shadow did to him? The memories he just regained were huge. He now had an idea what that shadow was, and now that he thought about it…he had no shadow when he was outside. Why didn’t he notice? It didn’t matter anymore, he could now kill the 6, he knew who they were now. He had met 2 of them, which one to target first…? He couldn’t decide. He thought that rainbow-maned one would probably be the best bet.

Dagger spoke softly to himself, “I need supplies, a weapon”. He used his power over rock to pull an obsidian sword from the ground. He strapped it to his side and started to walk back to where he had met that cyan mare.

“Anypony who gets in my way, dies. Colt or filly, mare or stallion. They will die if they try and stop me” Dagger said as he trotted out of his cave to find his first victim.