Alberacht Nictus has fallen.
But in his final act of defiance he had insulted the Chaos Gods once more.
A thousand years of war and bestial hatred have plagued this ancient vampire since his birth unto the eternal world of undeath. And now, his final chance at the peace of true Death has been slipped away from his grasp by the unforgiving gods of Chaos.
The wheel of destiny turns evermore and his fate is rewritten in stone and blood.
Instead of rest, he finds himself in a world so unlike his own, facing a tiny thing with fur of yellow and hair of crimson, that smells of blooming apples.
What is then, the fate of Applebloom, who now finds herself gazing at a creature that seems as if it had been plucked from her deepest nightmares?