Dante

A stallion opened the flap of the tent, Dante stood there looking in the mirror. He was much different from the night before. He looked normal, blue eyes, normal teeth.

"Sir, the men are assembled and battle ready as ordered." The stallion saluted, a bandage covering his left eye.

Dante smiled and looked at him.

"Jackson, why are you in your armor?" He said turning to him with a slight glare.

"I-I can still fight!"

Dante chuckled and slid his helmet on.

"Lets go lieutenant." Said Dante, stern and loud.

He stepped out onto the grass, and walked to the cliffs edge. He gazed upon his army, massed in the shiny gold armor! His bravest and best stood at the front, looking up at him, ready to follow him into hell itself at a given order.. Wind tossed his mane, flowing to the side.

"Today! We prepare ourselves for a fight! When you look up at me! I am your brother am I not?!" His voice boomed over the silence that plagued the crowd, "On these grounds, in this armor! I am your leader because you choose to follow me! Not because I am your prince! Not because I am the son of Celestia! Because I am your brother and you know that I would throw myself in front of a blade as each of you would for me! Our enemies say we are weak! I say those fields littered with the rotting corpses of their soldiers prove other wise!"

The crowd erupts in roars, they cry for blood. Dante holds his hoof up, the crowd silences.

"Men, each and everyone of you here, were trained be me. I've buried too many of my fallen brothers... Too many... Today, I will not bring you to battle. The wars over men." Dante glides down to the field. He stares at all of his men their faces showing confusion.

"Well?! I made you assemble your gear! Pack up camp! Don't you all want to go home?!"

The crowd's essence changed in a heartbeat, already they had began to run off and pack the camp. One soldier stood in front of him, an astounded smile across his face.

Ace, is what they all called him, he was a dead shot in the sky, fastest flier too, he stuttered and mumbled looking up at him.

"Y-You mean it sir? W-We're g-going home? I-I get to see my baby girl be born?!"

Dante smiled and nodded, Ace's face lit up like he was alive again, all the men here were cold, colder than machines. Dante himself felt a change in the air. A sense of peace... But a looming burn still deep within his chest, a clawing anger, wanting to be unleashed upon the unsuspecting world... He wanted to kill some more... It was like sex to him, the feeling of someone struggling on the other end of the blade, he was drooling just thinking about it... He was lost in his thought, thinking of every life he took, hundreds of screams and cries flashed by him, he stood there, a smile large across his face... He came too and blinked, the soldiers had already started marching out some pulling wagons of supplies, he shook his head and thought quietly...

"What... What's happened to me..."