PROLOGUE
In the land of the unicorns, in a small village, everything was hell. Body parts were everywhere, and so much blood was all over the street, it was nearly impossible for any pony to move very far without getting the substance on their hooves. Massive clouds of black smoke rose into the sky, blocking out the sun and turning daytime into night.
The clouds of smoke were rising from burning buildings in the small town that a group of unicorns were desperately trying to save. Dirtied, tired, and covered with the blood of friends and colleagues, they fought on, fought against the Corrupted Ponies which were slowly driving them towards the town square.
The Corrupted used to be normal ponies, both Earth, Pegasi, and Unicorn, but they were now gone, all trace of personality wiped, complete with glowing yellow eyes, and merciless. The unicorns fought bravely, but the Corrupted had strength in numbers, and no matter how many of them the unicorns took out, more were behind them. The unicorns themselves were taking heavy losses, mostly from Corrupted unicorns that had once been friends.
Leading the attack against the town was a pony named Nightshade. Nightshade didn't used to be like this. He had been just another simple unicorn, trying to find his way in life as all unicorns did. That was before he had been taken over by a demon.
The demon was old, impossibly old, born from hate and darkness, and had been trapped in the ground for a long time, until recently, a search team had accidentally unleashed the monstrosity upon the world. Nightshade had been the first unicorn it had found, and the unlucky colt had been taken over by the demon.
Over a matter of weeks, the now-possessed Nightshade had used his new powers to Corrupt ponies, make them follow his command, and he had done this not only with many unicorns, but Earth and Pegasi as well. Soon, with an army big enough, he had spent the last few weeks attacking the land of the unicorns. Town after town, they all fell, leaving nothing but bodies behind, as the survivors were all Corrupted and forced to join Nightshade's army.
This town seemed no different, Nightshade thought as his army advanced, with him at the front lines. It seemed it was going to be the usual routine, kill the defenders, rape the mares and foals, Corrupt or kill the survivors of the battle.
As Nightshade and the Corrupted advanced through the carnage, several bolts of energy hit him. The first few didn't penetrate his coat, the fourth one was dead-on though, and it tore part of his face off in a messy spray of blood. The wound quickly healed itself, and Nightshade laughed.
By now, the unicorns had retreated almost all the way to the town square, while Nightshade's army set fire to the buildings as they passed them to drive out the hiding unicorns.
As the Corrupted began to surround the defenders of the town in the square, the fight quickly turned into a massacre. With nowhere for the defenders to run, the Corrupted attacked them with everything they had, mowing them down as they desperately tried to protect themselves.
Just as victory seemed imminent for Nightshade, a unicorn- a mare- suddenly appeared at the edge of the town square. At first, Nightshade didn't notice, but he then looked up from the battle and saw the mare heading right for him, seemly unconcerned of the stray energy bolts that were flying everywhere.
Nightshade grinned and turned to face the seemingly defenseless mare, just as her horn glowed and six colored crystals rose up from her sides. This, surprisingly, seemed to grab the rest of the ponies' attention, and they all stopped fighting, Corrupted and defenders alike, as they watched the mare trot up near Nightshade.
About fifteen feet away from Nightshade, the mare stopped and spoke.
"I have been watching you for awhile," the mare said. "I have seen what you have done. I know you want to rule this land. But I'm afraid your rule is at an end."
With those words, the crystals floated above the mare's head, joined together, and began to glow brightly.
Nightshade stepped back and gathered energy in his horn, suddenly afraid. He didn't know what those crystals were but he instinctively knew that if they fired, it would be the end for him.
"NO!" he shouted, and fired, right as dazzling rainbow light burst from the crystals. The two streams of energy hit each other in midair, but Nightshade was already being beaten, his energy being forced back. Right before the rainbow energy touched his horn, he gave a final scream of rage, and then suddenly, the demon was forced right out of his body, ripped from the unicorn's soul, and the demon, now little more but a puff of smoke, super weak, sank right down into the ground, straight to the farthest depths of Tartarus.
The rainbow energy suddenly arched out from Nightshade's head, and began going into all of the Corrupted, driving the yellow out of their eyes, and then, it was all over. Hundreds and hundreds of once-Corrupted ponies, along with Nightshade himself, slumped to the ground, unconscious, as the few remaining defenders watched in disbelief. It was hard to believe- but the nightmare was finally over. The demon was gone, and the land of the unicorns was saved.
***
(Apx. 3,000 years later, present-day Equestria)
It had been nearly three thousand years since the demon had been banished to Tartarus. But it has finally escaped. It had hid in the depths of the hell itself until even the mighty guard dog Cerberus had forgotten about it. After that, it was easier to escape, but still hellishly difficult, as it had to be careful and not alert the guards of its presence. But it had succeeded. And now that it was out, it was mad. It had been evil to begin with, born out of hate and darkness, but after being banished for three thousand years, its fury was beyond imagination and it was more evil than ever. It was weak, however, no more than a puff of smoke floating on the wind, but after so long trapped in Tartarus, that was to be expected. What the demon needed was a pony to possess, possess once again, then the fun would begin.
Three thousand years ago, the demon had possessed a unicorn, and using that unicorn, it had killed thousands of ponies. It was only stopped by those crystals. Those strange crystals that had somehow torn him from the unicorn he was possessing, the crystals that had drained his power and banished him for so long. He knew one of the first things he would have to do would be to find out if those crystals were still around, and if they were, not let any pony possess them.
This land is mine. Kill anyone who stands up to me. I shall become the new leader. No one will stop me this time...
The wind blew the demon, the tiny puff of smoke, over a large forest and over a road, high in the bright blue cloudless sky. Down below walked a male unicorn- just what the demon needed to begin its slaughter. Fighting against the breeze, the demon forced its way down, towards the unicorn, and it hit the unicorn's body, and-
***
Falling Streak was just an ordinary unicorn living in Ponyville who never should have had a big impact on history. He had a sky-blue coat, dark purple eyes, and his mane was even lighter blue than his coat was with streaks of white in it. His cutie mark was a paintbrush; he was an expert at art. Although not exactly well-known, his work had been displayed across various art shows around Equestria, a few of these shows taking place in Canterlot itself.
This one particular morning, Falling Streak got out of bed as usual, and went downstairs but skipped breakfast. He got around quietly as to not wake his daughter or wife, who were still asleep. He wanted to get to a nearby village where his work was; he would just have breakfast there. He set off as soon as the sun rose high enough in the cloudless sky, walking because it was such a beautiful day out. He started on his usual path, trotting along the road, humming to himself. As he walked along, he passed several other ponies out for morning walks, and greeted them warmly.
As Falling Streak was walking along, on the road next to the Everfree forest, minding his own business, he suddenly felt something very cold sink into his back. He gasped as the freezing cold spread throughout his body. His heart stopped, and he fell to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably, gasping for breath. His vision instantly began growing gray, and he felt his blood run ice-cold. He felt the thing that had been absorbed through his back spread throughout his body. His very last, absurd thought was, maybe I should have taken my carriage...
***
The thing that was Falling Streak and at the same time wasn't investigated its own brain. Ohh, this was interesting. The land was now called Equestria. This pony, Falling Streak, was an artist. Lived in a town called Ponyville. Wife and a young teenage daughter. Enjoyed going to a place called Sugarcube Corner occasionally for a treat or two. All of Falling Streak's memories now belonged to the demon, including the directions to get back to Ponyville. Falling Streak laughed to himself, he wasn't going to work today, there was some killing to get to.
The demon turned Falling Streak's body around and made it start to walk back towards the place called Ponyville. The pony had already walked about a fourth of a mile, so he had to walk a bit of a ways to get back.
Walking back to Ponyville, Falling Streak passed several ponies. Several of these ponies smiled at him. The demon just glared at them all, leaving them confused as to what they had done wrong.
After a few minutes, the demon entered Ponyville. A lot had changed in this land, Equestria, over the last three thousand years, but he was expecting it, Falling Streak's memory told him everything he needed to know. Everypony looked happy, and one of them stood out in particular, a pink pony (Pinkie Pie, his memory told him) who was bouncing around cheerfully, giving greetings to all she passed.
The demon looked around town, wondering where to begin the slaughter. It thought of Sugarcube Corner. Falling Streak's memory told the demon that four ponies lived and worked there; the Cakes and their two babies. The demon smiled. Perfect.
Approaching Sugarcube Corner, the demon saw that the shop didn't open until a little later in the morning. Falling Streak's mouth turned upwards into a smile, this would make things so much easier.
The demon went around to the back of Sugarcube Corner and used Falling Streak's magic to open the window without a sound. The demon climbed in, and as it did, it felt the final stage of possession happen. The unicorn's body finally absorbed the rest of the demon. The demon was now no longer sharing Falling Streak's body, Falling Streak was the demon now. And he felt powerful, ready to kill.
***
Mr. Cake was upstairs, changing the baby's diapers that morning, and never heard the window open downstairs. All he was doing was concentrating on getting the smelly job done, and finally, done with that, he threw the two soiled diapers away and left the babies' room after each giving them a kiss on their foreheads.
Done with that, Mr. Cake walked downstairs- and was instantly blasted into the wall with a bolt of energy. The back of his head slammed into the wall with incredible force, leaving a bloody smear there. Gasping in pain and surprise, the pony tried to stand up, but his vision was already going gray and blurry. His attacker stepped into view behind the counter, took careful aim, and fired off another bolt at the helpless Mr. Cake. There was a flare of agony as the left side of Mr. Cake's face blew apart in a spray of blood which sprayed onto the walls and floor, and Mr. Cake slumped to the ground again, in too much pain to get up or make a noise, a waterfall of blood running down from the ruined side of his face and onto the floor.
"Let's make sure you stay there, now!" Falling Streak said with a laugh, and used his magic again. A knife floated into the air and flew at Mr. Cake, going through his hoof with little resistance and pinning it to the wall. As blood began to leak out from the hoof pinned to the wall, Falling Streak used his magic and brought another knife into his own hoof and turned to go upstairs.
Falling Streak walked into the Cake's bedroom where Mrs. Cake was standing making the bed, and as she turned, Falling Streak casually used his magic and sent his knife slashing across her face diagonally, the blade cutting through skin and muscle. Mrs. Cake screamed in pain as bright red blood fell, running down her face and falling to the floor and the bed. Falling Streak jumped on top of the wounded pony and clamped his jaws around Mrs. Cake's right ear, and with a tremendous yank, tore it, causing more blood to spatter. She screamed again, and Falling Streak used his magic to bring the blade straight down into Mrs. Cake's mouth, slicing into her cheek.
As Mrs. Cake began to choke on her own blood from her slashed mouth, Falling Streak felt his member harden. This was going to be fun, the most fun he'd had in a very long time.
Falling Streak grabbed the knife in his hoof and brought it down into Mrs. Cake's eye. He wiggled the knife, and blood began to come out of the socket. Mrs. Cake tried to scream in agony, but she just inhaled more of her own blood and began to cough more and her own blood sprayed back out of her mouth in the form of a reddish mist.
"You want this, don't you!" Falling Streak said with a glint in his eyes. "You want it!"
Mrs. Cake struggled weakly, but Falling Streak moved fast, lined up with Mrs. Cake's crotch, and shoved his stiff member into her, laughing.
Mrs. Cake's face was now completely covered with eye fluids and blood, and still, Falling Streak stayed on her. With one final thrust and grunt, Falling Streak came inside of Mrs. Cake, right as he shoved the knife the rest of the way into her head. Mrs. Cake convulsed violently one last time in a death spasm, and Falling Streak wrenched the knife out of her head, pulled himself out of the corpse's body, and licked the blade of the knife clean.
Done with that, Falling Streak used the knife and brought it down into the corpse's stomach as deep as it would go, then made cut straight across. He then grabbed the wound in his hooves and tore it open, revealing Mrs. Cake's insides. Done with that, Falling Streak reached in, and began tearing out her intestines and internal organs. He threw them carelessly behind him, spattering blood all over the floor. Falling Streak thought of something else. He was an artist- why not use his talent? He used his hooves and began to paint the bedroom walls with Mrs. Cake's blood, laughing crazily as he did so.
There was suddenly the sound of crying outside of the room. Falling Streak turned towards the door. The babies. This was going to be fun. He hadn't slaughtered babies for three thousand years. He ran into the hall and listened, and heard the sound of the babies in a bedroom on the other side of the hall, near the stairs.
Falling Streak walked into the bedroom and saw the babies lying in their cribs. He used his magic, lifting Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake out of their cribs and slamming them to the floor, very hard, and both babies began to scream in pain.
"Oh, shut the fuck up!" Falling Streak yelled, walking over to them. He looked at both babies wailing in pain, and he decided to start with the girl.
Without hesitation, Falling Streak picked up Pumpkin Cake, used the knife he had used to kill Mrs. Cake, and with one quick motion, sliced and flung the body out of sight behind the crib. Pound Cake watched this the whole time through tear-filled eyes, and although he didn't know what was happening, he began to scream louder. That was when Falling Streak turned to him. He used his magic to pick up Pound Cake, and threw him up into the ceiling, and the baby fell to the floor in a lifeless heap.
Using his magic, Falling Streak carried the baby out into the hall, and threw him down the stairs with brutal force, and the dead baby landed downstairs near Mr. Cake, who gave a groan as he saw his son.
Falling Streak arrived at the foot of the stairs several moments later, holding his knife. He stepped in front of Mr. Cake who was still pinned to the wall by his hoof. Mr. Cake looked up in fear, as Falling Streak brought the knife down, slashing across his one good eye in a quick motion. Blood and fluid began to run down the intact side of Mr. Cake's face, and, blinded, he screamed.
"Shut up!" Falling Streak hissed. "Someone outside will hear you!"
Falling Streak kicked Mr. Cake in the face as hard as he could, right in the mouth. Blood and teeth fell out of Mr. Cake's mouth, and Falling Streak kicked him in the ribs over and over until he heard several crack.
"I'm done with you!" Falling Streak shouted, picked up a knife, and slit Mr. Cake's throat. Mr. Cake began choking, and Falling Streak reached down with his hooves and tore the wound open, enjoying the wet sound of tearing muscle. The inside of Mr. Cake's throat was visible and shreds of skin and muscle hung down. Falling Streak lowered his head, listening to the pony gag weakly as he stared at him. Mr. Cake struggled a little more, choking on blood, then he was still.
Falling Streak, covered in blood and body fluids, grinned. Feeling more happy than he ever had, he went to the back of Sugarcube Corner to escape from the back window, and continue his slaughter.
Chapter 1: Messy Beginnings
CHAPTER 1: "BLOODY BEGINNINGS"
There was a bucket of water out behind Sugarcube Corner, and Falling Streak used it to clean the mess off himself as best as he could, though there were still streaks of red on his body. When he was done with that, he stood still there for a moment, wondering where to go next. He thought of Canterlot, which his mind told him was the capitol of Equestria, but he didn't want to go there just yet- he would need an army first, and needed to gain much more power. That was his biggest mistake last time, he knew, going too fast, killing too many ponies but not draining their power for himself to become stronger, and he needed something to do in the meantime. Suddenly, a thought popped into his head and he grinned. Home. Back where his daughter and wife were. He could have so much fun with them- then he could continue.
Falling Streak began to head in the direction of his home, keeping in the shadows behind buildings, because he still hadn't managed to get quite all of the gore off of him.
In a few minutes, Falling Streak had reached his house again. He stared at it from across the street, behind the bush where he was hiding. His daughter and his wife would be up by now. This was going to be good.
***
Autumn Breeze was Falling Streak's wife. She was an earth pony with a red, flowing mane and a yellow-brown coat and golden eyes. Her cutie mark was three red leaves blowing in the wind.
Upstairs was Brushstroke, Autumn Breeze's and Falling Streak's daughter. She was a teenage unicorn with a yellow mane, a light green coat, and violet eyes. Her cutie mark was a paint brush not too different from Falling Streak's; she had seemed to have had inherited her talent from her father.
Autumn Breeze had just gotten done cleaning up after breakfast and was now headed into the living room to relax a little bit when she heard the front door open. She looked confusedly at the opening to the living room as the sound of footsteps neared; who could that be? She looked as Falling Streak entered the room. Traces of crimson were on his coat and in his mane, but Autumn had no idea what they were from.
"Dear?" she asked in confusion. "I thought you had to leave for the day."
Falling Streak didn't answer, he just stepped forward some more. Autumn thought she saw a glint of red in his eyes.
"Falling? Falling, what's wrong, honey?"
Falling Streak snarled and responded to her with a blast of black energy from his horn which hit her right under her throat. Autumn was blasted across the room, and she smashed into the wall hard with a startled cry of pain. Falling Streak thought he heard bones break.
Autumn struggled to get up, her legs shaking. She tried to yell, but could only manage a gasp. Falling Streak advanced on her, and she tried to back away. Falling Streak got close enough to her, and before Autumn could do anything, he kicked her hard in the jaw, mercilessly. Autumn fell back down, blood dripping out of her mouth.
"What's going on down there?" Brushstroke's voice suddenly came from upstairs. "Mom? Is everything ok? I thought I heard something heavy fall or something."
"Everything's fine, sweetie!" Falling Streak called. "That was just me!"
"Dad?" came Brushstroke's confused voice from upstairs. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I'm... taking the day off," Falling Streak called back. "Work's been murder lately."
"Oh. Ok," Brushstroke said. "I'll be down in a few minutes to see you! I'm almost done with this picture I'm working on."
"That won't be necessary," Falling Streak said out loud to himself, smiling. "I'll go up and see you..."
Falling Streak went into the back room of the house where he knew some rope was kept. He levitated the rope and used his magic to divide it into four long pieces, and he went back into the front room where Autumn Breeze was just barely stirring on the floor. He used his magic and used a piece of rope, which wrapped around Autumn's hind legs, tying them together, and another piece of rope which tied Autumn's front hooves together.
Leaving Autumn tied up in the living room, Falling Streak trotted into the kitchen and levitated a large, serrated knife into the air, which followed him as he walked back out.
When Falling Streak got into the living room again, he used his magic to pick up Autumn Breeze and the two remaining peices of rope. Now, in addition with the knife, he was also levitating his wife and the two last pieces of rope. Smiling, still levitating the stuff, he turned to go upstairs.
***
Brushstroke was in her room, painting on a large easel, when she heard hoofsteps coming up the stairs. She turned as her dad, Falling Streak stepped into the doorway. Brushstroke was about to say hi, when a split second after he had stepped into the doorway, Falling Streak fired a blast of energy from his horn at his daughter. Brushstroke screamed in surprise and by instinct, dove out of the way just in time. The bolt hit the painting that Brushstroke was working on, knocking it over and blasting a hole through it.
"Damn it, stop moving!" Falling Streak yelled. He fired off another bolt, and this time, it hit Brushstroke who was flung into the wall and she fell unconscious to the ground. Falling Streak quickly used his magic and tied Brushstroke's front hooves together with the rope, and did the same with her hind legs.
Done tying up his daughter, Falling Streak went over to her with the knife and began to cut through her horn. When the blade neared the center of the horn, blood began to come out. In several minutes, Brushstroke's horn was off and blood was trickling down her face.
Falling streak stared down at his unconscious daughter and stirring wife.
"I normally would rape you, but I seem to be... Out for now..."
His eyes suddenly fell on Brushstroke's severed horn, and an idea popped into his head. Smiling, he used his magic, untying the ropes on his wife's hind legs. Done with that, he used his magic, spreading apart the hind legs of his wife before levitating the horn and leveling it with her body. With one thought, the horn thrust at his wife, who gave a started cry and woke, but Falling Streak was already levitating a small can of paint, which flew into Autumn's mouth and muffled her cries.
As Falling Streak's magic continued to use Brushstroke's horn to poke painfully at Autumn, he turned to Brushstroke herself, still lying unconscious. He undid the ropes on her hind legs as well, and lowered his head down to her mouth, and kissed her, long and passionately. Although Brushstroke was unconscious, she still gave a small moan as Falling Streak probed the inside of her mouth with his tongue. He stopped.
"You may like this now... But I promise you won't when you wake up..."
Falling Streak thought for a moment. He did want her awake for this. It was barely fun while she was sleeping.
Leaning down, Falling Streak smacked Brushstroke's face with his hoof hard, drawing blood, but the mare didn't awaken. He frowned.
There must be something else I could try...
An idea suddenly popped into his head, and he stood over his daughter until his crotch was right above her face. Without a second thought, Falling Streak pissed right in her face, aiming for the mouth.
Brushstroke's face got drenched in the warm, yellow liquid, and she began coughing as some of it ran down her throat, and she finally began to stir. Falling Streak backed off and stared at her, drops of his pee still running down her face as she awoke, still coughing.
Satisfied with that, Falling Streak turned away from her to his wife, who was now attempting to scream through the paint can lodged in her mouth. The horn that was still stabbing her repeatedly was now red, and a pool of blood had sunk into the carpet where it dripped from her body
Falling Streak used his magic, giving the horn one last hard stab, and then he stopped.
Falling Streak turned back to his daughter, who still looked groggy, but looked about ready to scream, nevertheless. He quickly shoved a paint can into her mouth like he had done with his wife, before pushing her over next to his wife, and spoke.
With a grin, he said, "We are going to have some last family fun together. But then I must leave. Thanks to the mind of this pony, I know where the main city of this land is. And I'm going there next. But not before I make you both scream."
***
Later that morning, a crowd of ponies were gathered around Sugarcube Corner, wondering why there were Royal Guards there, blocking the entrance. They found out why in a few seconds. Four other Royal Guards came out of the store, each levitating a bag- two large ones and two small ones. Some liquid leaked lazily out of one of the large bags and dripped onto the ground. Nearby, a Royal Guard was trying and failing to comfort a completely hysterical Pinkie Pie, who had been the first to enter the shop that morning.
"Excuse me!" a voice suddenly shouted at the back of the curious crowd. "Excuse me, pardon me, coming through!"
The crowd parted, still talking, and Princess Twilight Sparkle came walking up to the entrance. She looked alarmed as she saw Pinkie Pie some distance away with another Royal Guard, bawling her eyes out, and as she passed the Royal Guards levitating the bags, her eyes widened, and hurried up to one of the Guards at the entrance.
"What the hay happened here?" she demanded.
"Princess! I'm sorry we did not send for you," the Guard replied. "Your dragon found your friend Pinkie Pie this morning, managed to tell him what he had found, and he sent for us right away. The Cakes... The Cakes have been..."
"Yes?" Twilight said, although judging from what she had seem, she was pretty sure she already knew the answer.
"The Cakes have been murdered, your Highness," the guard finished, looking down.
Twilight had been expecting that, but even so, her insides ran cold, and she suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe that well.
"Murdered?" she whispered. "But... How? That never happens in Ponyville..."
"It happened," the Guard told her grimly.
"Let me inside," Twilight said, headed for the door. The guard stopped her gently with a hoof.
"I wouldn't go in there, Princess," he told her. "They still haven't finished cleaning up the... mess."
As if to prove his point, the door suddenly flung open, and another Royal Guard rushed out, nearly mowing over Twilight, before heading to a nearby bush and throwing up.
Twilight stared at the guard with yellow sick still dripping from his mouth with her jaw hung. She turned back to the Guard at the entrance.
"Didn't you remove... the bodies?"
The Guard nodded.
"Those were the bodies you passed... But whoever did this didn't do it... cleanly... there's still a lot of stuff left over."
Twilight thought for a moment.
"Does Celestia know about this?"
The Guard shook his head.
"The letter your dragon sent was sent directly to us, which is good. If he had sent it to the Princess, it would've taken longer to respond."
"The Princess must be notified of this immediately," Twilight ordered. "When you go back to Canterlot, inform her at once. If I find Spike, I'll have him send a letter to her."
The Guard nodded and ran through the crowd of ponies, over to a Pegasi-driven carriage where the four bodies were being loaded in the back.
Twilight stepped back, staring at the building.
Who could've done such a thing? she thought. Who would be sick enough to do this?
***
Autumn and Brushstroke couldn't scream, even though Falling Streak had removed the paint cans from their mouths. They couldn't scream because Falling Streak had taken some of their glass dishes, shattered them, shoved the glass into their mouths, and then had proceeded to hit them in the face repeatedly with his hoof until their faces were huge bloody messes, shards of glass sticking out from their shredded cheeks. Both mares were choking because of the glass bits they had swallowed.
Falling Streak looked down at the two mares, lying helpless on the ground, with blood running down their ruined faces and soaking into the carpet.
"Don't worry, I'm almost done with you," he promised.
Using his magic, Falling Streak levitated Brushstroke into the air while also using his magic to take most of the bloody shards of glass out of her mouth. Then, grinning, he shot the shards point-blank into her body, one at a time. All the mare could do was let out a small painful gurgle.
Falling Streak brought his daughter right up to him, them using his front hoof, hit her face as hard as he could, over and over again, and the mare spat teeth onto the ground, groaning.
He watched this sight for a few moments before letting her crumple to the ground.
"Well, this has been very fun," Falling Streak told them, "but I really must go now."
With those words said, Falling Streak leaned down to his daughter and touched his horn against her head. Brushstroke gave another gurgle as her life drained from her body, right into Falling Streak's, who instantly felt himself grow stronger as his daughter grew weaker. In a few seconds, she was dead, all of her life's essence drained from her body.
Falling Streak turned to his wife.
"I would do the same for you, dear, but I was hoping to give you something special."
Autumn could only struggle weakly as Falling Streak carried her over to the staircase. He levitated her body halfway down, and laid her on her back on the stair halfway from the bottom. He then used his magic and stuck her head in between the two rails, so her head was sticking out above the living room below. She was too weak to try and pull back.
Satisfied, Falling Streak went into his and his wife's bedroom and levitated their small but heavy white painted bookshelf up into the air. Taking it back over to the staircase, Falling Streak held it up to the ceiling, positioning it right above the spot where Autumn's head stuck out through the railing.
Grinning in anticipation, Falling Streak let the bookshelf drop. It fell right down onto Autumn's upturned face, effectively tearing her head off and landing right on top of it with a loud THUD in the living room below. A huge dark pool of liquid seeped out from under the bookshelf, sinking into the carpet. Falling Streak heard the sound of liquid pattering down onto something, and although he couldn't see that well with the railing, he knew that the blood from Autumn's body was flowing out in a steady rate.
Laughing in delight at how well his plan had worked, Falling Streak went downstairs, stepping over the body along the way, and went over into the kitchen to get washed up.
When he was finally done with that, he left the house out the back, out to go find more ponies. He needed to become much stronger- and he needed to build an army.
***
Princess Celestia was on her throne, reading the letter that had just been sent to her, when a Royal Guard entered the Throne Room.
"Your Highness," he said, trotting up before you and bowing. "I come at the request of Princess Twilight Sparkle. She wishes to let you know that today in Ponyville, there have been four, very brutal killings."
Celestia looked up from the letter, her expression grim.
"I am aware of the situation, I received this letter from Twilight only a few minutes ago. She said she would've said something sooner, but could not find Spike."
"Well, then, what are we going to do about this, princess?" the guard asked. "Such a crime must not go unnoticed and unpunished."
Celestia thought for a moment, and after several seconds, she spoke.
"Go find your captain and tell him to get the detective Truth Tracker. Take eight other guards with you. Find out who killed those ponies, and bring them in... Kill them if necessary. They sound like they could be extremely dangerous."
"At once, princess," the guard said, bowing again. "Is that all?"
"Be careful," Celestia told him.
The guard bowed once more, turned, and left the throne room, right as Princess Luna entered.
"Something troubles you, sister?" she asked as she neared Celestia.
Celestia gave Luna the letter she had received.
"Something is off about this whole situation," Celestia said as Luna read the letter. "I have a very bad feeling about this whole thing. I have a feeling we are going to find out what soon."
***
Falling Streak looked at the four ponies in the front yard of their house. Two of them stood at attention, their eyes glowing yellow. The other two were dead, with all their essence of life drained out of them and into Falling Streak, who felt a lot stronger.
"Go hide in the Everfree until I come to get you," Falling Streak ordered the two Corrupted ponies. "We can't have anyone discover this army that I am building."
The two Corrupted ponies nodded obediently, turned, and trotted out of the front yard down the road.
Falling Streak watched the two ponies head out towards the forest before turning to the two dead ones.
"I'm sorry I couldn't have fun with you before I killed you," he told the two corpses, "but I'm on a tight schedule."
Falling Streak levitated the two bodies back up to the house and through the front door, where hopefully, they would not be discovered for awhile.
Falling Streak turned back to face the road, thinking. It was clear to him that he needed to go find more ponies, both to become stronger and build his army, but he was concerned about the new threats that his mind told him about- the alicorn princesses. One of them, his mind told him, lived in this very town- her name was Twilight Sparkle, who had only recently became a princess. Falling Streak had no idea what she was capable of, but he was sure of one thing- he was not strong enough to face her yet. All the same, it wouldn't hurt to pay her a visit right now- he would turn up as a curious, friendly visitor, looking for a book to read.
He thought about it more, and decided yes, it was as good of a plan as any, and it was the only way he could find out more about her.
"Looks like I got a little more work to do," Falling Streak told himself. He walked out onto the road and turned to go in the direction of Twilight's library.
