Dead Snow

  The night was still young in Equestria. Luna's moon barely touched the top of the sky. The cult Pegasus from before landed in a remote part of the Everfree Forest. Pitch darkness surrounded him as he walked among the snow covered bushes and grass. He walked until he heard the sounds of feminine voice cry out from the darkness. A small glow soon came from behind the trees, the cult member pushed himself through the snow and he came apon another ceremony of his cult. Their were only five of them, including himself, they were scattered around a frozen over lake with torches lit near the cult members. On a stone table, there laid a earth pony mare with light blue fur and with a black mane. She had been stripped down to her undergarments and was bonded to the stone table in a spread eagle position. On her chest was a painted red cross. On the rest of her body were numerous bite marks and scratches. Tears were running down her cheeks and her eyes were lined with red. It was obvious she had been through torture for hours. Not to mention she must have been freezing. Looking over the mare with a broad shouldered griffon with a golden coat and beak. The Pegasus cold member walked over to the griffon and tapped his shoulder. He turned and saw the Pegasus.

"Master Rhen Var, Ventures has sent me to inform you to initiate phase two." he said.

  The griffon smirked and turned back toward the mare. He heard the mare cry from below him that were mumbled dew to the cold temperatures.

"P-please...ple-ease l-let me go!" she whimpered.

  The winged beast looked down at her and grinned manically. He then bent down and forcedly kissed her. He then backed away from her with his grin not fading while the mare cried on the table. The griffon looked over toward the lake, thinking of the prize in the frozen water. It wouldn't be frozen for long. The griffon turned and drew his sword, pointing it toward a certain group of the cultists.

"Fire unicorns, you know what to do."

  Three of the cult members hands were engulfed in fire and they made their way toward the frozen lake. Placing six hands on the edge of the ice lake, the entire lake began to thaw out. It was as a transition from winter to spring was taking place as the ice melted with tremendous speed. The entire lake was thawed out, steam coming off the water as the three cultists walked back toward the crowd. The griffon chuckled and placed a talon inside the water. It was warm, perfect he thought. The winged beast gripped his sword and walked over toward the stone table. The mare on it was struggling to get free from her bindings. The griffon poked her frost bitten leg and she snapped her head toward him.

"Oh down worry little girl, your suffering will end soon."

"Y-your let-letting me go?" she asked.

  The griffon laughed and slash it across the mares, a bra strap splitting in half. Her breathing increased and her eyes went wide.

"No you stupid bitch! Your going to be a gift for a contact of ours." he said.

  The mare whimpered as the griffon ran a talon down her cheek and across her breasts. The griffon then turned back toward the cultists and pointed his sword toward them.

"Begin the ritual."

  The cult members formed a star shape and all got down on one knee. They raised their hands to the sky with their palms facing up. They then began chanting an indescribable language and the griffon looking over the lake. The cultists started to chant louder and small lights started to form in their hands. The mare on the table was looking away from the ritual, fearing for her life as to how the ceremony involved her.

  Darkness. That's the way its been for god knows how long. It was all he could see and all he could hear was nothing as well. Is this what its like to pass on? Is this how he is going to live from now on, in total darkness forever? He guessed it made sense, after he killed over a hundred people in his life and resurrection. Jason didn't even have a body anymore, as far as he could tell. It was just his mind left with his thoughts and memories in purgatory. Is that what this is? Purgatory? If that's the case, how did he end up here? Jason didn't know and he favored to not question it. All the revenant knew was he still had his mind but not a body. Though he felt as though that would change soon.

  The revenant heard something. It was faint, but he could hear it. It sounded like, chanting? It was progressively getting louder and Jason could start to feel like his body was coming back to him. Though it felt, wet. Jason found himself struggling to wake up, he hated water more then anything and the feeling of being in it was going to cause him to lose control and scramble to the surface. The water felt cold. Below freezing at that. Jason thought if he was in some artic tundra, if that was possible. Jason could feel nerves start to return to him, he could feel his fingers, toes, and his heart beating. Jason then could make out a small light coming through the darkness. It wasn't very lit but Jason could see he was underwater. It was night from the looks of it. Jason could feel heavy weight on his neck, as if something was holding him down. Even though his vision was still blurry, Jason looked down to see a large chain holding him down with a stone block wrapped around it. Jason tried to grab the chain but found his arm was stiff as a board. The revenant tried to move anything else but found the same result. Jason figured his entire body was frozen over. That would explain the numbness in his arms and legs. Jason then saw above him the orange light from before had gotten brighter and the chanting was louder as well.

  Rhen Var looked over the lake, seeing the snow evaporating into mist. It was almost over, the immortal one who killed the tyrant would be revived and join in their journey for power. Rhen Var turned toward the cultists, their hands were engulfed in orange, pulsating magic and their voices sounded like their were twice the number of them. The magic formed into snake like appendages as they raised from the cultists hands. The streams turned and delved into the water. Rhen Var smirking as they did. The mare looked in shock as more and more of the appendages went into the water. The mare then screamed as she felt a sharp pain in her leg. She looked down to see Rhen Var and impaled her with his dagger. She looked up at the griffon who was laughing.

"Now you will see little one...a true creation of Tarturus!"

  Jason watched as orange arms reached for him, wrapping themselves around his arms and legs and chest. A limb grabbed the chain around Jason's neck and made it glow a deep orange shade. Another one reached inside Jason and he felt it grab his heart. It was like Krueger's glove all over again, but less painful. It felt as though the hand was massaging his heart, Jason's entire chest felt relaxed and he felt the frostbite leaving him. Jason flexed his arms and legs and he turned his head to look. Another hand engulfed his vision but it stopped, the hand grew an arm, then legs, and then a full body. The body was a head shorter then Jason. It was female pony body with no distinct features to her. All Jason could see was her eyes. Her big, round, and red orbed eyes. They reminded Jason of someone. He's seen those red orbs before. Before he could think into it further, the figure spoke.

"Wake...wake masked knight."

  The figure then vanished into Jason's body and the revenant felt like his entire body burst into flames. Jason only felt one eye go wide as he broke the chain around his neck and quickly swam up to the surface. Jason burst from the open with his arms spread out and his head looking to the sky. Jason felt his lungs drain of water and air replaced it. The revenant attempted to open his other eye but he couldn't even feel it, as if it wasn't even there. With only one eye, Jason looked up and saw a group of purple cloaked figures. One was a weird bird creature and a pony mare tied to a stone table. He narrowed his eyes and slowly walked to the land. The purple figures didn't move but the bird creature started to laugh and the mare looked away sobbing.

  Rhen Var looked at the awakened wolf man in front of him. The griffon looked next to him and saw a small sword sticking out of the ground with a small inscription in front of them. Rhen Var grabbed the sword and held it tightly as the wolf man slowly walked out of the water and towards him. When Jason walked out of the water, Rhen Var got a good look at him. Parts of his jacket and shirt were torn and exposed obsidian black skin with parts of his ribcage showing. Jason's fur was pitch black and a part of his ear was torn. His mask was broken in the lower part, showing dagger like teeth under the mask. Around his neck was a grey chain that cut a little below his neck.

  Jason looked around at the cultists. He saw the snow on the ground and more questions raced in uddenly put an arm around him and put it on his shoulder. Jason snapped his head to his arm on his shoulder. Rhen Var spoke in a cocky tone with a wide smirk on his face.

"Come friend! We have must to do now that your alive!"

  The griffon guided Jason over to the stone table where the mare was struggling to get free. The revenant looked down at the mare and cocked his head. Jason let out an echo as he felt the grip of the griffons hand on his shoulder tighten.

Ch. Ch. Ch. Ah. Ah. Ah.

  Rhen Var put the small sword in front of Jason and laughed. The revenant looked down at his machete with a wide eye. The handle was ruined and the blade was bent in half slightly. If Jason could give a disgusted look, he would. It was obvious his machete wasn't going to work anymore but he needed a weapon. He looked around the area, trying to find a suitable substitute. He looked toward one of the purple cloaked figures and saw an axe on a tree stump next him. Puffing his chest out and deflating it the same time, Jason walked over toward the stump, cultists being knocked over by him as he collided into them. Jason grabbed the axe handle and pulled the weapon out of the stump. He looked over the axe blade. It was barely used, judging by the slim line of the blade. The handle felt hard as if the axe was brand new. Jason flipped it in his hand and grabbed it quickly as the blade faced up again. He liked it, a lot. The revenant slightly turned his head and saw all the cultists looking at him.

  Jason could feel inside him his old urge. An urge he has been wanting to feed for years now. Jason's exposed teeth grinded and with a swift swing of his arm, he collided the axe with the head of the cultist next to him. The cloaked figure gurgled and fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood. Jason flipped the axe in his hand and gripped it tightly as he turned and looked at the group behind him. Most of the other cultist were in cowering positions. Rhen Var on the other hand was smiling with his arms crossed. He then started to clap his talons together.

"Well done my friend! The legends were not wrong about your brutalities!"

  The griffon looked at the mare on the table with a sinister grin on his beak. He drew a dagger from his side and raised it over his head. The mare screamed and sobbed as Rhen Var laughed.

"Now Jason! A sacrifice for you! In exchange, you serve us!"

  Serve them? Is that what this was about? To revive Jason just to make him their slave. No, the revenant wouldn't be another puppet. Anger boiling inside him, Jason gripped the axe handle tightly and began to swat at the cult members. Violent swings after the other, blood pouring from their wounds, and limbs being amputated. Screams of agony were the only thing the purple cloaks to give before being killed violently by Jason's axe. The revenant swung and impacted the axe inside a cultists skull. Using his boot, Jason kicked the corpse off his blade. Jason stuck his axe to the ground and thrust his hand through a cultists chest. Blood escaped his mouth as Jason held his heart in his hand. He yanked his arm out of the cult member and crushed the heart in his hand. The member fell to the ground limp.

  Rhen Var watched in shock as the entire ground was covered in blood, severed body parts, and dead cult members. He lowered his dagger from above his head and instead pointed in toward Jason. He snarled and death gripped his dagger.

"This wasn't the deal! You were supposed to agree!"

  Jason wasn't listening as he swung his axe and impacted it inside the griffons shoulder. The griffon coughed up blood and grabbed the blade with his talon. The wolf man violently yanked the axe out and swiftly hit the griffon again. Sending the axe further into his shoulder, nearly severing it. Rhen Var screamed in pain and Jason cocked his head. Jason left the axe in the griffons shoulder and backed away fro him. The wolf man cocked his head as he observed Rhen Var try to pry the axe out of his shoulder. Jason looked down and saw a dagger on the ground in front of Rhen Var. With a another cock of his head, Jason picked up the dagger and snapped his head toward Rhen Var. The griffon looked up to see Jason thrust the blade in between his eyes. The griffons eyes went inside his head and he fell backward on his back.

  The mare didn't dare look at the massacre. She stopped looking the moment the large wolf man brutally killed the first cultist. She worried if she was next. She silenced her heavy breathing and crying, waiting to hear the sound of a blade being swung. However, instead she felt the bindings around her legs and arms were loosened. She could the distinct sound of cutting as well. She looked up at saw Her bindings were cut and she was free! The mare looked up at saw the wolf man looking down at her. She wanted to ask him why he sparred her but was stopped when he moved his head to the right and snapped it back toward her. He was telling her to leave. Joy took her over and the mare hugged the wolf man before taking one of the cloaks of the cultist for clothing to cover her nude body.

"Celestia bless you sir!" she said before disappearing into the snowy forest.

  Jason stood their like a statue. He still had his sense of right and wrong still, that he was grateful for. So he didn't loose what the little fillies had taught him. No he would never forget. With that sudden thought, he realized something. If he was alive, that meant he could see them again. Though, he still didn't know how long he was dead. If could have been months, years even. None the less, Jason would find them. A sudden bright explosion caught the revenants attention. He looked up at the sky and cocked his head as he saw fireworks going off in the distance. A festival, no doubt about that. Jason guessed that would be a good place to start. He couldn't even take a first step before a bright light engulfed his vision and the same orange figure from before showed herself in front of him. She spoke with a voice of silk as he put a hand to Jason's mask.

"Be wary masked knight...those who you knew might not recognize you. Also, watch for those who wish to use your power for their own."

  With that she was gone in a flash. Leaving nothing behind as she did so. Jason was frozen. He didn't expect that to happen and was wanting to kill the mysterious orange figure. Though, he felt a strange sense of comfort when he saw her. He couldn't focus on that right now. Another firework went off and Jason puffed his chest out and started to walk toward it with his axe clenched in his hand.