Fall of Equestria: Bringer of Doom

Celestia and Luna coughed as they used their magic to dispel the dust that had been kicked off when the burst of green energy went off.

"Wha-ack-agh-at was that!?" Luna half-shouted as the debris ceased to shake.

"That... must have been the wrath of the Slayer," Celestia said grimly.

"To think that such a force had rampaged through Equestria not too long ago," Luna shuddered. "Do you think it died in that blast?"

"We're more likely to see Discord as an Element Bearer. I've read the ancient texts that depicted the Slayer while you were gone, Luna. He makes our fights look like preschool roughhousing."

The sisters watched the Crystal Empire as the light from the eruption started to fade away, allowing them to see the remains of the Empire.

"Stars above," Luna gasped.

The Crystal Tower that once shone brilliantly was now a bare thing, all of its crystals stripped away to reveal ancient wood and iron, the nearby housings having been reduced to ash from the blast.

"Are you sure this Slayer could have survived this, sister?" Luna asked.

"I'm afraid to look through the rubble in case he might think of us as a target."

"I think it's worth a look," a voice said behind them.

Celestia and Luna turned to see Discord standing behind them with an irate expression.

"Discord!" Luna shouted. "Where were you when Canterlot was being raped!? Where were you when my sister needed your help!?"

"The Caribou had used Demonic Runes to hold me down until either I was drained of all energy or I converted to their disgusting way of thinking. I only just got out now, and I wanted to thank the Slayer for saving Fluttershy. Let's go."

With that, Discord teleported them to the epicenter of the BFG's destruction.

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Amidst the rubble and ashes that had once been the Crystal Empire, a single glowing object could be seen. A perverted fragment of the Crystal Heart, reforged and cursed to corrupt the minds and bodies of Equestrians everywhere. This unholy abomination of what was once a symbol of unity floated above the destroyed portion of the city, crackling with rage and hatred as the minds it sought to corrupt redirected its power into a desire to kill and maim to protect themselves.

Aside from the Crystal Cock, a burned hand grasped onto a fragment of its stand.

Dainn pushed a chunk of burned crystal off of himself as he gasped for air, only to cough up blood and specs of his inner flesh as he crawled to his only lifeline.

"No... i... it c-can't be..."

The Crystal Cock, once a conduit of Caribou magic to spread unbridled lust and the mindset of male dominance across Equestria, now glowed with menace and anger, a conduit of bloodshed that urged Equestrians across the nation to rip and tear. Even now, Dainn could feel what little that kept him alive fading into nothingness amidst the sea of hatred.

The former Lord of Caribou examined what little of himself remained from the Slayer's final act, and blanched as he realized his end was near. His legs were but stumps of charred meat and bone, his mighty Kingly scepter reduced to nothing (so not much of a difference), and his torso was sporting a large crater from the weapon's blast. Even with all of his holy and demonic powers, Dainn barely managed to survive that attack, and would succumb to it anyways. He pondered why he had survived if he were only to die when his magic would run out.

He turned towards a shift in the rubble and froze.

The Slayer rose out of the ashes with nary a scratch on his armor. Dainn's sword was still piercing through its chest, and its helmet sported a large crack, but other than that, nothing about the Doom Marine suggested that Dainn had managed to land a single blow against him.

"No..." Dainn gasped as he hugged the Crystal Cock's stand, failing to draw anymore power from it.

The Doom Marine stalked towards the cowardly King as he cracked his knuckles.

"No!" Dainn cried as two of his burnt fingers fell off, causing him to collapse to the ground.

The Doom Guy reached up and unlatched his cracked helmet before tossing it to the side.

If Dainn's innards were working properly, he would have pissed out his ass and shat out his dick.

The Slayer's face was that of brick and mortar, unflinching and unbreakable, sporting a great deal of scars. His jaw was square and chiseled as though it were freshly cut for a cornerstone of a mighty fortress. Atop the Slayer's head was a weave of dark gold hair, and those eyes...

Dainn screamed in fear.

"Mercy!"

The Doom Marine grabbed Dainn by the throat and lifted him up to eye-level, scowling and glaring pure rage into his very soul. Whimpering and cowering, Dainn pathetically tried to peel the Marine's fingers off of him, only to have them break off as well. This was the being that brought death to thousands of his brothers and children. This was the creature that destroyed everything that he had worked for, and now it was the one who would end his life. As everything that Dainn had ever accomplished burned and crumbled in the world around him, he muttered one last word.

"Why?"

The Doom Guy reached out and ripped the Crystal Cock out of the air before shifting his grip to hold Dainn's mouth open. With a voice that shook the world, the Slayer spoke.

"You pissed me off."

Doom Guy slammed the Crystal Cock into Dainn's mouth, shoving its flared head down his throat before reeling back and punching the base of the fake dick. The force broke Dainn's jaw off its hinges and tore into his esophagus before tearing straight through what remained of his body, shooting out his ass as Dainn released a small cry before his eyes lost all life.

With that, the Doom Guy threw the King's body to the ground, satisfied that Angel bunny had rightfully been avenged.