What happens after you die?

I’m scared.

What if it’s horrible?

Can I really do this?

As I watch the blood run across the table, I realize I must sacrifice my life for him. If I don’t, the life of another worshipper must be lost. After one more second of consideration, I reluctantly set my hoof down on a particularly red patch on the rough, stone surface and grab the black crystal knife. As I look at it, I can’t fathom why I was so scared. I look forward to giving my life up for him.

Finally, I slowly carve into my flesh, reveling in the pain. My blood drips down onto the crystal in the crust of Equis and I know that he is ready to wake. I feel the ground shake beneath my hooves and see a black spike rise up to my left.

The two ponies already sacrificed on the table slide off as the ground shakes violently, and another crystal soon comes up in the middle of the table.

Just one final sacrifice, and he will arise. I raise the knife up to my throat and press it down, slowly moving it across. The last thing I remember is finally seeing the face of the god I have been worshiping for almost all of my life, and smiling. He is exactly as his Bible describes him, green eyes with red pupils, gray coat, black smoke flowing around his disembodied head, and finally, his horn. His beautiful horn.

My King has returned.

Author's Note

There. Much better prologue.
TTYL