Time: 7:00 P.M
One Month later

Alright, this is the second entry to my little journal that I'll be using just to write down my experience. Just as I said in the first entry, I had to leave and train for a whole year like fucking Son Goku.

At the start, the spirit (which I now refer to as Teacher) explained how I'd be trained and in what order. Starting from Pain tolerance and endurance.

The first thing he did, was to morph his body to look like mine and started kicking the living shit out of me. It hurt like a bitch that it's not even funny.

After he evaluated my tolerance, he told me that I had to increase my pain tolerance to a higher level and instructed me to be locked in a room with no window of lights and the floor was made out of coal. The pain was excruciating and lasted for three days before I felt nothing but a tingling sensation.

I was in there for a week before he let me out. When I walked out, I looked like a Magma pony with the color that my fur and mane was, hell, my mane dropped a few tiny drops of magma to which my teacher explained that it was my demon heritage.

The next week, I was locked in yet another room, this time it was filled with water and the door was a hatch on the roof. Of course once I ran out of air I blacked out, only to wake up about a few hours later still underwater.

After another boring week of waiting underwater, he let me out, saying that there was one more thing to do and it was a test if I could handle getting beaten up.

He summoned a few spectral knights that proceeded to either punch, kick, knee or stomp me but to no effect, I felt nothing just taps before fighting back.

I don't know how but I've managed to fight and win against these knights. Afterwards he let me eat, yes I've gone two weeks without eating, I stopped feeling hungry after the first week and only felt hungry when thinking about food.

As I ate, he explained that the next two weeks will be spent training me how to fight both unarmed and armed combat. I felt relieved that I didn't have to be locked in another room again but nervous for the one fact that it's fighting that I'll be learning.

We went for unarmed combat first and well, I fought like a wuss. Only after a whole week of literal random tasks such as reflexes practices from throwing random items at me until I knew how to move to avoid, dodging from his sudden strikes and striking him back, I managed to bring him down and yield.

Then came the armed combat lessons and let me tell you, he didn't go easy nor did he go too far but when he grabbed hold of his blade, he tried striking me down in a killing intent.

The first two days were spent on enhancing me reflexes almost ten fold before I was able to use my own weapon.

Speaking of which, I knew I had left it in Ponyville but he somehow had it, in his chest, inside a temple, fucking miles inside the Everfree and you know who brought it to him, Zecora.

She's a Horadrim as well but her job is to keep outsiders from finding the temple. She brought the sword while I was in my first week.

El'druin, I still didn't know how I knew the name. My teacher wasn't very shocked to find the Sword of Justice in the hands of a Nephalem. He mentioned time and time again how he was supposed to be the next wielder of Justice and how he.refused but that was during his life.

He briefly mentions that he had a Dark heart corrupted by the demons of the Seven Hells only when he joined the Horadrim is when he saw the light. To which led to the forging of his own sword carved from the scales of the demons and reinforced by the metal alloy that The Archangels posses. The Tenebrae.

I hope that's a good enough sketch. Never really was much of an artist.

Anyway, I may not be a sword enthusiast but I knew the blade was powerful enough to cut through dragon scales. So day in and day out for the past week, I had done nothing but train non-stop.

During these times, I couldn't help but felt guilty for leaving Twilight. I know she had understood the circumstances but that didn't stop me from feeling guilty, no. It only made things worse, I kept having these recurring dreams of her rejecting me when I return.

I don't really let those dreams bug me whatsoever but when you have a demon in your head trying to take control at your weakest moment, it infuriates me.

Not by the dreams, not by the demon, but at myself. I've always been known as the Fuck up back at Earth, not a day goes by without anyone making fun of me, bullying me and just straight up beating. I was never much of an athletic person nor a smart one but I got by, just barely.

I've always pushed those memories in the deep ridges of my personal hell I call my mind. Everything inside my mind was memories of my entire life, literally ninety percent of my memories are bad.

All that in one week, teacher had notice my increase in aggression while training and he said to use my anger on those who of Black heart, to kill them for the sake of the world.

Only after I was able to beat him in a sword match, he gave me the title of Horadrim and branded the emblem onto my back. It didn't hurt, it felt like droplets of whatever landing on my back.

My wings, now that I'm talking about my back, I'm sure that mentioning that my wings changed is something to think about. They weren't scaly wings anymore, they were a normal pair of black pegasus wings. The black of my my wings started coursing through my body like tattoos, forming a few spirals and forming the Horadrim mark on both my arms. I wasn't able to speak at the time due to being in shock but I did see that the tattoos stopped just above my neck and into my mane.

And about the training, I just found out that starting tomorrow, we'll do everything all over again and it'll be like that for the rest of the year. Why!?

And he still won't tell me his name and that only to refer to him as Master or Teacher. Yes it does anger me that he doesn't trust me enough to tell me his name but I think I can guess why and for one of those guesses, it's that he's now the last Horadrim of Old.

I'll have to leave it here, he's calling me for something.

Padre en el cielo, ayudame.

-Shade Shadow Bringer

I closed the small journal and placed it ontop of the cot I sleep on before leaving towards the Great hall. As I walked towards my destination, I passed by a few statues one of which was an angel.

She wore the Archangel robes. Her pose was her holding two armored finger close to her hood while the other hand held up the shoulder.

Shaking my head, I continued on before shaking my pant leg from any insects that might've crawled in while I was sitting in my quarters.

I had to discard my old shirt a week ago, on account that it was just strips that hung like tassels. I was only left with work jeans.

It was navy blue now it's light blue with stains on it, don't ask. After I had lost my shirt, the teacher gave me something to wear along with my only pair of pants, it's amazing how diving into a lake and scrubbing the fuck out of the pants could clean.

So now I'm now shirtless, exposing the tattoos covering my arms and upper torso, also wearing new armguards and belt. It's really a relief, my wings aren't tightly folded into my back.

I passed a few rooms, most of them were covered in cobwebs, others are just buried under rubble. As I walked into a spacious room, big enough to for moms entire guard to fit in.

As I arrived at a set of large stone doors, I knew I arrived and pushed them open, causing them to emit loud rumbling noises as I did.

Once the doors were open, I was greeted with the sight of the Great Hall, a large room with shelves upon shelves of books, thousands of tables were set up in a neat line.

I smiled a little before frowning, seeing the teach sitting in one of the many tables with a large book in his hands. I walked up to him before he turned to acknowledge my presence with a nod and I greeted with a bow.

“I heard your call, master.” I said to him. Did I forget to mention that my voice as gotten slightly deeper than it was before? ‘Cause it did, it's like a second puberty minus the very uncomfortable sexual developments.

“Yes, I have and it isn't good. I foresee a terrible battle tomorrow, the gods have shown me the location.” He said before snapping the book shut and placing it on the table. He then sat up before looking at me with his white eyes.

“Head to the City of Manehattan, you must be there before time.” He said as he summoned my sword in a flash of light. He then handed me El’druin. I took hold of the sword before bowing again, understanding what I have to do.

He let the sword go, allowing me to place it in sheathe before placing over my shoulders. Before I could leave, a hand was placed onto my shoulder and looked back.

“You must not be recognized by anyone, use this.” The teacher said as he handed me a mask.

I nodded before taking the mask and put it on. As I did so, I heard the sound of flesh being pierced before a click was heard. With that done, I took off to the city of Manehattan.

Meanwhile
Manehattan

Unknown to those who walk the city, a dark yet beautiful being walked the streets. Her father sent her to this mortal realm to start his plans and the knowledge of her own father using his own daughter sickened her but there wasn't anything this child could do.

Her legion of Reapers, ready to attack on her command but this was the first she's ever been in the big city, so she might as well look around.

“This place is massive.” She said to herself, hands in her pockets as she walked by the ponies of the city.

She didn't ask for this nor did she wanted to do it but she did, all to get the respect of her father.

Turning to an alley, she was greeted by a mugging in process. Said muggers stopped what they were doing as she came into view.

“What are you waiting for, get her.” A mugger said accomplice and his partner, as idiotic as it was, walked up to the Dark woman while holding a crossbow. The stallion walked around in circles, examining her physique before forming a lustful grin.

“A nice piece of ass, you ar-” The stallions head flew clean off his shoulders before his body dropped onto the floor, bleeding profusely. The Woman held two fans and one was covered in blood.

The other saw this and fired a bolt at the woman. She saw this and clicked her tongue before using a fan to block the bolt before throwing the second fan at her assailant, knocking his weapon off his hands.

Before the pony could even flinch, the woman was right there, inches away. She lifted a fan and closed it before shushing him.

She traced the edge of the fan across his muzzle.

“I love the big, strong stallions.” She said, almost seductively. In the corner of the muggers eye, he saw red. The woman traced a finger over the red liquid before sucking it off her finger, moaning as she did so. Her finger left her mouth with a loud pop followed by a hum from the woman.

“Tasty.” She said. And that's when he felt it, the pain. He reached up to the back of his head and felt something cold and metallic as well as some liquid. He couldn't say anything or do anything.

“Don't be shy, let go.” The woman said, giving him the encouragement to do so. With that his body went limp and fell back onto the floor, further embedding the fan.

The woman bent over and picked up her fan before turning to look at the victim, a very scrawny, almost feminine looking stallion looked at her with fear.

“Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you.” The woman reassured. A sigh of relief was heard before another robed stood beside her followed by another one.

“But they are.” And with that, she snapped her fingers before walking away. Unbeknownst to those out in the streets that single snap of a finger could be their end.

Look out world, Kemrael is here.

Author's Note

I feel good about this one, slightly.