Demon Holocaust (R-Rated Cut)

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.