(P.O.V: Draken)

Your probably wondering why I a 'god' fell to the floor crying my heart out. Well It all started back when I was a 6 I lived in a small house with my mother. I was a nice boy with a creative mind and a pure soul until THEY came.

(Flashback: 10 years ago)

It was a peaceful night in New York the lights from the city illuminating the night. Not to far away from the big city there was a big factory, but inside that factory there lived hundreds of torcher souls forced to do hard and painful labor. The leaders of said factory were cruel and brutal, and to top it off they were fucking Satanists. Every few months a new batch of slaves were brought to the facility to be either put to work or sacrificed to some 'demon king'. My mother and I just so happened to be in the latest batch of unlucky fucks that were sent to that hell hole. I clung to my mother like my life depended on it which is ironic because it was. We were both lucky that we didn't end up as sacrifices but in the end we end up suffering. My mother tried to take off as much of the work as possible but was whipped by the guards if she so much as touched me. Each day was more painful then the last, but on one dreadful morning my cell door opened to reveal a man, and two guards. My mother clung to me with all her might as the men stepped closer.

They weren't just any guards they were the executioners men. "Greetings young one my name I Jackson Cole." He said with a maniacal grin that. "My master said that there is a powerful entity in this facility. It just so happens that entity is you." My mother protectively held me to her chest.

"No you wont take my baby from me!" My mother screamed in the Jackson's face. His stupid grin seemed to grow even wider at my mothers words. He laughs maniacally seeming to enjoy our suffering.

"How cute your acting like I'm giving you a choice." He forcefully pulled me from my mothers embrace and threw me to the guards. He then proceeded to beat my mother until she was sobbing mess on the floor in a puddle of blood barely clinging to life. I quickly ripped myself from the guards grip and ran to my mother.

"Mommy pleas don't die, I need you!" I sobbed into her shoulder. She gently stroke my hair and whispered into my ear.

"It's ok baby mommy is going to a better place soon, remember that I will always love you even in death. The guards pried me from my mother as Jackson approached her knife in hand. I kicked and screamed as he held the curved blade to her neck and proceeded to slice her throat right in front of me. Her last words were almost inaudible as she gurgled on her own blood but I was certain heard three words. "I...love...you." and with that she laid there on the floor lifeless. I fall to my knees broken and alone. The man slowly and steadily made his way to me with a full blown smile.

"Now it's your turn you little shit." He pulled my arm out and put the blade to my arm causing me to yelp in pain. He continued to press down on the blade slowly cutting into my arm.

"STOP IT, STOP IT, STOOOOOOP!" With a swift motion he cut my arm clean off. I fall to the floor crying in pain one word racing through my mind. 'Why, Why, Why is he doing this?' I turn my head towards the corps of my mother and something seemed to snapped. I the corner of my vision I saw black mist leak out of my eyes. In my last moments of consciousness in a distorted voice I scream at Jackson with as much malice as I could muster "I'M GONNA RIP YOUR FUCKING HEART OUT!"

After that everything was a blur, fading in and out of consciousness I saw myself killing, no slaughtering guards one by one. I saw myself tearing there limbs off, hearing the satisfying ripping of flesh and cracking of bone, and the screams of agony as I feast on their organs. The darkness flowed though me like a river as I killed them all. In the back of my mind I heard it-no 'him' laughing as I tore those motherfuckers apart and burnt the god dam facility to the ground. I could not remember what happened after that all I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed covered in bandages that hid my scars. Sadly my arm was nothing but a stump. The doctor came in and told me I suffered from three broken bones, a concussion, and three bullet wounds to the chest, which miraculously missed my lungs.

I was discharged from the hospital a year later and was sent to my grandmothers home. In the newspaper it stated I was found by the police in a pile of blood and bodies in the ashes of the facility. The organization that ran the factory was called 'The Hells Fire' and has been kidnapping people for three years, to my dismay Jackson Coleson escaped. I swore to myself that one day when I was older that I would find him and I would kill him. (pat yourself on the back if you get the movie reference)

My grandmother was horrified after I told her about my time in the factory (Leaving out the slaughter part) and sent me to therapy. Good thing she did because I learned that I had multiple personality disorder. His name was Xana and he is hell bent on killing anyone who enrages me or reminds me of my past horrors and misdeeds. He tempts me to kill every time someone bullies or attacks me and I could barely contain him. I take medicine to keep him from trying to take over my body and cause harm. Weirdly enough in a dream I saw a weird being lock away a shadow like entity behind a big black door. Ever since that dream even if I don't take my medicine I don't hear Xana's voice in my head.

Five years later I went to high school and learned I had a unique talent in robotics and inventing new things. For my science project I made my own prosthetic arm that I use today. I looks feels like the real thing and the best part is I can control it with my central nervous system. Every few months I add or change small things to my arm. Now my arm has titanium plating, super strength, and has a built in holographic computer system that is also linked to my central nervous system.

Another year passes and I begin my career in writing and my grandmother encouraged me to publish it. After months of waiting it was finally sold and it became a best seller. After my eighteenth birthday I moved out my grandma's house and used my newly acquired riches to buy a house in the suburbs and began making more stories. While watching t.v on a boring Sunday morning I cam across the show My Little Pony. Ever since that day I became addicted to the show, making fanfictions, making comics, and even went to brony con. You probably no the rest. Now hear I am a god in a magically induced coma lying in a hospital bed. My new friends The Main Six are probably worrying about my well being.

(Present Time)

I am awoken to the sound of a heart monitor beating and the sent of sterilized utensils. *gasp* I start heaving until I finally throw up over the side of the bed. When I finally stopped puking I finally swing my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. I take slow and steady steps towards the closet to change out of the small hospital gown I currently wore. Inside the closet I found my robes and armor and crown but of course no swords or guns 'yay'. I slipped my robes on and swiftly made my way to the door. I tried to open the door only to find it locked. 'Well so much for doing this the civilized way' I raised my fist and like a piston I punch a hole just above the lock and unlocked the door myself.

"Doctor the patient is escaping!" I open the door and come face to face with a nurse with a blue mane and a nurses cap. "Doctor quickly it's trying to eat me!" She squealed. I tried to calm her down but before I could do anything I felt something sharp pierce my left shoulder. I whip my head around and notice there was a syringe with purple liquid being injected into me. At first I thought I would pass out from the sedative but weirdly enough nothing was happening. I mentally face palm as I remember that my new body was immune to poisons and sedatives. The doctor that stabbed me with the needle backed up in fear as he noticed that the syringe was not doing it's job.

"Now lets get one thing strait. I'm not gonna eat you and DO NOT try to sedate me again or I'll banish you to the moon. He looked at me quizzically when I said banish him to the moon.

"But only the princesses can banish ponies to the moon."

"This may come as a shock to you so don't freak out. My name is Draken and I am the ruler of the Ather realm." The doctor and nurse seemed to freeze at the word ruler and both began to sweat.

"So that means...I...Just stabbed....Oh Celestia." The nurse fainted on the spot. The doctor cleared his throat. "I'm sorry your majesty I meant no harm I swear." I simply wave my hand dismissively.

"No problem. Now if you don't mind can you point me to the direction of my gear and tell me why I'm hear?" He nods and leads me down the hall way. He explains that I was in a coma and was asleep for three weeks. He also explained that I had amazing healing abilities and process a huge amount of magical energy even more than Celestia herself. After a few minutes of walking past the fearful gaze of nurses and other discharged patients we arrived at a small booth. Behind the booth their was a mare with a grey main and orange coat who wore a cute snap back hat.

"Hello doc what can I do...for you? When she shifted her gaze to me her jaw literally hit the floor. How she didn't break her jaw I don't know. "Uh who are you sir?" I decided to have some fun with her.

That's your majesty you insolent whelp I could have you executed for such an insult!" I send a wink towards the doctor who seemed to get the gist of my little prank and was trying his best not to laugh.

"imsorryimsorrypleasdontkillmeididn'tmeanto-" It was at that point that the doctor and I couldn't hold it anymore. We both fell to the floor laughing our asses off while the mare at the counter looked at us confused.

"Oh my god I can't believe you actually bought that execution thing" If looks could kill then I might as well be six feet under. She looked like she was about kill me. "It's just a prank bruh get some humor."

"Yea what ever you say monkey boy."

"I wasn't kidding about the royalty part."

"Uhhhh."

"Its fine no harm done just a little harmless fun." She seemed to brighten up at my words. "Anyway what's your name cutie." She blushed furiously before finally stuttering. "W-watcher Mare. n-nice to meet you." She timidly raised a hoof for a shake which I gladly accepted. "Nice to meet you my name is Draken I hope we can be great friends."

"Sure we can, so what are you hear for?" She asked me curiously.

"If you don't mind me asking could you take me to my cubby? Because my gadgets are unique in a way." She placed a hoof to her chin pondering the question before answering.

"Uhhh sure." I follow the pony behind the counter and into a small back room. The room was not to big or small but had many cubbies filled with many objects. "So what are you looking for?"

"I'm not going to sugar coat this, they are my weapons." She went silent as I finally made my way to the a cubby that labeled unknown species. Inside I immediately found my sword still being in it's scarab, one of my dessert eagles, and my phone. "Hey were is my other things?" I asked in anger.

"What wrong, a few weapons couldn't be that bad." She tried to calm me down but failed miserably.

"Those weapons could kill a whole squad of Celestia's solar guards in seconds." Her once orange coat was now a shade of white.

"I think I saw Twilight come back hear and take a few things from your cubby." She said quickly. I bit my lip hard trying not to scream in anger but fuck it she took my favorite gun.

"TWWWWIIIIIILLLIIIGGGGHHHTTTT!"

(P.O.V: Twilight)

My ears perk up to the sound of somepony screaming in rage. 'Must be nothing' I thought to myself as I continued to disassemble the weird looking metal weapons. Oh how wrong I was.

Author's Note

Hello everypony it me again hope you enjoyed the chapter. I just want to let you know that if I get any new followers any at all I plan on doing a Fallout in Equestria related story. (YAY!!!)

Anyway seya later