Dark Spectrum

I push myself off the ground, now fully energized. I am at the far end of the sleeping halls, the place where my old life ended, and my new one begins. I walk across the hallway, moving in a stride. I finally reach the end of the hallway. There is no visible door, only the outline of an archway carved into the wall. In the center of the archway is a hole, big enough to perfectly fit a unicorn’s horn in. I wipe my mane out of my face, revealing my horn. As I always did, I put my horn through the hole, and use an unlocking spell. After doing this, I immediately steps back, removing my horn from the hole in the door. The lines outlining the archway light up with a purple glow. In front of me, the stone inside the archway fades away, as if it was erased from existence. I continue my stride into the next room. Upon crossing over the archway, the stone reappears, letting me just barely get through.

I step into the pedestal room. The room is extremely large, big enough to fit 50 ponies. Despite its size, it is very featureless. The room is perfectly circular, and unlike the rest of the place, the walls and ceiling are completely smooth. The walls are completely featureless, except for two archways (that look exactly like the one before) in front and to the right of me, and the spiral staircase to the left of me. The four points are completely perpendicular with the center of the room, which inhabits a structure about the height of a regular sized pony. It is made out of dark crystal, and is perfectly rectangular. At the top, it is slanted, as if it was cut of at a 45 degree angle. The larger edge that originates from this points to the right of the room, and is perfectly aligned with the pedestal. It has a hole in the top of it, fitting in perfectly with the slant. The hole faces left of me, towards the staircase. The same green glow in the bedroom is also present here, and is throughout the entire establishment.

I ignore the other doors for now, and proceed to the spiral staircase. It goes up past the roof, and connects to a hallway. The hallway runs through all the rooms, which instead of having magical archways have doors made out of dark shaded wood. Engraved on each door is a symbol, representing which room it leads too. I head to my left. The part of the hallway left of me only has one door, which are two double doors directly ahead of me. Engraved on the door is a table. I use my magic to casually open the door.

In front of me stands a long stone table, occupying the middle of the room. On both long sides (which are horizontal of me) have 6 stone chairs, rooting from the ground. They each have a different symbol of a demon, showing which table is whose. At both short ends of the table have one stone chair, which share the pattern in the other ones. On the wall in front of me, near the ceiling, is a large stained glass window. It depicts my great-great-grandfather meeting the demon at the entrance of this cave. It is in perfect detail, as it depicts the dead trees, ash covered ground, scattered rocks, just as I remembered it. The window generates a green glow, which is strong enough to fill the entire place. Under the window are smaller stained glass windows, each depicting a different demon. Just like most of the house, the walls and ceiling are riddled with bumps and spines, but no cracks.

I continue my casual stride around the table. It saddens me as I look at them. Here my family conversed our findings, we ate, we lived. All I see now are the empty spaces that are in the chairs, and the empty space that is in my heart. I shove that thought aside, as there is work to be done. Celestia must pay for disrupting balance and killing my family. At least Luna had the courtesy to ask if there was another way. But Celestia just let it happened, she just let those who were so called “evil” die. I finally reach the window I was looking for.

The window third from the right of the door had a picture of my demon. He is shown as a round ball of blackish purple fur, having its left eye bigger than its right. His red eyes have an innocent look, despite his nature. His mouth leans to the right, resulting in a smirk. Coming out from its mouth are two fangs, in which the right fang is bigger than the left. It also has small horns, which are curved to end at an angle. The left horn is bigger than the right. Coming out of its sides are two bat wings, which are big enough to completely surround him. These break the pattern occurring in its structure, as both wings are the same size. I use my magic on the window, using a spell that will awaken my demon.

“Come on Puff, I don’t have all day!” I say, exasperated.

Just on cue, the window forms into a dark goop, much like the goop that originated from the crystals in my room. I step back, knowing what happens next. Suddenly, the creature from the picture flies out at full speed, flying right past me. It slams right into the wall in front of it, resulting in him bouncing to the ground. It bounces towards me, it wings surrounding his body to allow it to bounce. I grab it in mid flight, using my magic.

“Puff, we don’t have time to play around,” I say.

Puff peels away his from his face, and starts to flap them. I let him go. Despite him being the size of an orange and the fact that it’s an all-powerful demon, it is quite reckless. Puff looks at me, and then yawns, pulling his wings back to stretch them. I don’t even know why he needs wings, as he doesn’t need them to fly. I guess there are still things about demons I still don’t know.

“Look Puff, I know you’re still tired, but I need to know how long we’ve been asleep,” I ask him in a serious manner.

Puff squeaks a bit, in his adorable little mouse squeaks. To most, it would just sound like squeaks, but due to our connection, I know what Puff says. He tells me that we’ve been asleep for 2,184 years.

“Really, that long?” I say, astonished.

Puff squeaks in acknowledgement.

“Well, I guess we need to get to work.” I say.

Puff makes a confused squeak.

“You know what happened; my family and your brethren are dead. I’m going to avenge them, I’m going to make sure that the person who did this pays!” I say, determined.

Puff makes a strong squeak of acknowledgement.

“Let’s hit the books!”

I exit the room with puff, and step back into the hallway. I stride down the hallway, past the stairs and two other doors, and turn right. In front of me is a single door with the engraving of a book in it. This is perhaps the most important part of the house. I open the door with my magic, which shines a transparent black.

The study is the largest room in the entire place, with row after row of bookcases. The room has a hall in front of the door, on the sides of which have rows of dark wood bookcases. They are filled with books, most of which are written by my own family. I walk down the hall, passing many bookcases. In fact, the walls of the room are covered in bookcases. The rows are not labeled, as each of us have been here so many times, we know where everything is. In the very back is a reading area, with three tables. The tables each have four pillows, in which we would sit upon as we read. I miss the days when I sat there enjoying my studies. Over to the right of me is my piano. That piano was my way of keeping sane, my way to vent the excess dark energy. The process didn’t hurt, as I would always be too deep in the music. Only I can play that piano, as it is built with my enchantments. But with it, any sound I imagine can come out of it.

“Alright Puff, let’s do this!” I say, determined.

I splash the water into my face to bring my mind back into focus. I haven’t slept in three days, and I am surprisingly tired. One would thing that after all those years of sleep; I would be good for another few years. I look at myself. My black coat is surprisingly clean, despite the three days of hard studying. There are bags under my red eyes, pulling my eyelids down. My long pitch black mane is spiked in a chaotic, yet smooth, fashion, as it has always been. The blue streak going down my main runs right to the left of my horn, almost highlighting it. No matter what I do, my mane never moves; the affect of a spell I preformed when I was 13. In the mirror I can also see my cutie mark, a picture of Puff. My tail is also visible, and it is as spiked as my mane. The blue strand stays constant on my tail, continuing on from my main. But with all the signs of exhaustion, I look like an absolute mess.

I stare into my eyes, and think to myself.

“I’m the only one left. There is nobody supporting my cause. I’m weak. I couldn’t save my parents, I just ran away. Celestia... she was powerful enough to capture all of us, how can I expect to beat her.”

“Use your pain,” a voice in my head says. The voice of Puff. “You have something she doesn’t have. You have emotion. You have the will to do this. You need to let your power, your pain, and your hatred, seep into your powers. If you do this, you will be able to defeat her.”

“But how?” I ask Puff.

“I’ll show you. It’s time you and I get some payback.” Puff says.

“I’m going to do it” I tell Puff.

“Go ahead. I see her” Puff replies.

It has been two years since I awoke. Two years of sorrow. Two years of pain. But today, I activate my plan. I’m ready. I can connect with minds, Puff has Celestia in its sight, and I know what to do. I’m going to enjoy seeing her writhe in pain as I communicate with her.

“Hello again, Princess.” I say.

I see through Puffs eyes. I see Celestia feel the pain. The pain strikes her mind, forcing her to let out a shriek. She falls to the ground, holding her head, experiencing true pain. Of course, the telepathic link didn’t have to be this painful. But with all she’s done, she deserves it. Her pathetic armored guards rush to her, as she squirms around like a worm. I hear her voice.

“Who are you, where are you?!” Celestia says.

“Don’t worry, I’m far away. I’m talking to you through a telepathy spell. There is no need to speak out loud.” I say, in a devious tone.

“But who are you?” Celestia says, still obviously in pain.

“You don’t remember me? Pity. I remember so much about you.”

“And how would you know anything about me?”

“Well, why wouldn’t I know the person who killed my family!”

“What!?” Celestia says, surprised and confused.

“Doesn’t narrow it down enough for you. Let me clarify. My name is Black Moon. I was a member of the Dark Star clan, before you killed them.”

“No! I can’t be you!”

“I want you to meet me on the edge of the Everfree forest, near that pathetic town. I believe you called it.... Ponyville.”

“What if I refuse!?” Celestia says defiantly.

I laugh at this remark. I was not expecting her to be this... inquisitive.

“Why are you laughing?!” Celestia says angrily.

“Isn’t the answer simple? If you don’t, I’ll find you myself. And I’ll destroy everything in my path.”

I sense it, Celestia is worried. I feel her pain. Her terror. It’s everything I wanted, and expected. Finally, I am so close. I will finish what she started.

“I’ll be there from when the sun is in the middle of the sky to when the sun sets. Be there. I’ll be fair, and let you bring anyone you want. You’re going to need it. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I say, in a serious tone.

I severe the physic link between us. Looking through Puff’s eyes, I am disappointed to see that her suffering stopped. Wait, no it hasn’t. It has only begun.