The Soul's Hunger

"NO!" Twilight screamed. "No! Everything but this!" She scurried away from the window, only stopping as she felt the wall brush up against her hindquarter.

"I don't want this... no..." She whined, looking at the soft darkness in her bedroom. "Please... somepony... anypony." She looked up to the ceiling in hope to look through, to see a smiling face that would help her.

"WAKE ME UP!" She screamed. "PLEASE!"

The door opened.

Twilight gulped, staring at the small crack in the door.

A hoof appeared in the crack, slowly widening it, opening the door.

The hoof was white and big.

And Twilight felt a smile appear on her face as she noticed who it was the hoof belonged to.

"Princess..." Twilight stepped forward. "Oh I'm so glad-"

Twilight was flung back into the wall, Celestia's horn ignited, glowing brightly.

"Princess?" Twilight looked at the Princess in shock, noticing that outside of her window it was indeed raining, a heavy downpour over Ponyville.

Celestia looked back at her in sorrow and anger. "Don't call me that, monster." Celestia answered, spite in her voice. "It's harsh enough for me that you wear the face of my pupil, that you abuse her innocence to do these horrendous tasks."

Twilight flinched. "Princess... I don't understand."

Celestia's horn got brighter, the pressure bearing down onto Twilight's limbs got higher, almost crushing them now.

"I want to know something, 'Twilight'" She spat out. "How did you survive? A highly focussed ray of sunlight like that." She shook her head. "I had burned through your lungs, your heart. How are you still alive?"

Twilight's eyes widened at the words Celestia spat out with spite in her voice.

The murders.

Attacking Luna.

Gravely wounding, if not killing, a Wonderbolt.

Celestia killing her.

It had all happened.

Twilight looked into the uncaring eyes of her former mentor.

"I..." She began. "It's really me Celestia." She began and she felt the pressure rising even more, her bones began to creak and pain began to seep into her brain. "It's no use..." She sniffled. "You can't kill me..."

The pressure raised even more. "I can atleast try." Celestia hissed.

Twilight tried to shake her head but Celestia's magic hindered her. "No... you can't." She coughed and felt blood filling her mouth as the pressure went up yet again, breaking her rips.

"And that is why?" Celestia asked.

"You can't... kill..." Twilight coughed up. "Something... that is undead." And in this very moment, Twilight felt something inside her stir. As if it was reacting to her words.

The pressure disappeared.

Twilight dropped to the floor, facefirst. She felt the coolness of the floor trying in vain to soothe the pain that was echoing through her broken body.

"There is no such thing as 'undead'." Celestia glared down at her. "There is immortality and mortality, life and death. Nothing in-between."

"Then tell me..." Twilight spat out more blood. "How am I still alive? I'm mangled, broken and still-" Twilight felt her bones aligning themselves again, cracking loudly as the joints snapped back into their sockets, as bones mended together. "-there, still alive." She answered, sadness in her voice.

She saw Celestia take a step back from her.

"WHAT are you?" She asked.

Twilight chuckled as she stood up. A humorless, pained giggle. "I am Princess Twilight Sparkle, you former pupil. The Princess of friendship and the element of magic."

She was standing again, staring back at Celestia. "And I am undead."

Celestia glared at her in disbelief. "If the things you are saying are true. Then why-"

"Because..." Twilight interrupted her. "... there is something inside me, something evil, something dark. A remainder of my time back in deadside, the reason why I was able to return in the first place."

Celestia began to frown. "And that is?"

"A Dark Soul." Twilight answered. "An immortal being made of pure evil, granting it's owner true immortality as long as the body stays connected to the soul."

"So... if I rend your body enough..." Celestia looked at her.

Twilight shook her head. "No... it won't work. Believe me, I've seen creature in deadside that were far beyond a functioning body, they were literally rotting piles of flesh and bones and were still alive. And they had no dark souls, it was just their soul keeping them alive."

Celestia looked at Twilight, her expression turning sad again.

"How did this all happen Twilight?" She asked with sorrow in her voice. "You, the most friendly pony, the Princess of friendship for ponies sake!" She sighed. "Now a horrendous murderer."

"It's nothing I ever wanted." Twilight stated quietly. "Believe me."

"And what now?" Celestia asked. "How long until your next killing spree? How many more until the urge to kill of the soul is satisfied?"

Twilight shook her head. "Indefinitely. The soul will never be satisfied."

Celestia turned around. "I can't let you stay here, in Equestria."

Twilight nodded. "I know."

"So tell me Twilight." Celestia whispered. "What now?"

Twilight looked back at her bedside table, walking towards it she opened the lowest drawer. Inside it was the group photo of her and her friends she had found in deadside, together with the necklace of the element of loyalty.

"I will leave." Twilight stated calmly.

She heard the soft hoofsteps of Celestia as she turned around. "And where to?"

"Back to deadside." Twilight whispered. "Back to Michael LeRoi."

"And what for?"

"I don't know..." Twilight shrugged. "Maybe he knows a way to stop this without killing me... but if not..."

Silence.

"You would die for your sins?" Celestia asked.

Twilight shook her head as tears began to well. "I... couldn't life with them."

She heard more hoofsteps and looked back.

Celestia had left the room.

Twilight looked at the closing door, it's soft click echoing through the room.

She was alone now.

Just now she had died again.

Twilight giggled softly at that thought. It was just too-

"Ridiculous." She murmured while shaking her head. Picking up the picture and necklace she looked through her bedroom one last time, lookign at anything that she might want to take with her.

A second later she closed her eyes.

And the voice of her dead friend echoed through her mind as the world began to twist and bend, pulling her away.

***

Twilight opened her eyes.

And found herself in the horrible realm that is deadside.

Author's Note

There you have it, the end to The Soul's Hunger. It's much more... tame than I anticipated, but hey I like it.

Next thing up is the epilogue and it's going to be short. Like really short, a couple hundred words at max.

So yeah I hope you all had fun with this little adventure and I also hope that it answered that big friggin question. That:

"What happened to Twilight and her Dark Soul?"

Atleast for me that's answered. But it might be because I'm the author and have the whole story in my head so I don't need to go too in-depth as to how and why. But since there might be people out there who are obviously not me, hit me up if you have questions. I'll try to answer them and maybe shed some light.

Well...

Whatever...

See ya next story.