On the vestiges of victory
Fire, ash, the smell of lust thick in the air. Equestria has fallen, their greatest weapons useless, bent to a wicked will. The supposed goddesses bent on the knee, now just a empty husk to be played with. The natural order has been broken the sun and moon no longer move of their own accord, The heavenly bodies hand in the air overlapping each other perpetuating the world in an endless lunar eclipse. The Caribou have won dominating the rest of equis the world lies in shambles. In the badlands the final stand takes place, what is left of the royal guard and militas are fighting an ever growing tide of caribou there is no hope of winning as they draw close upon the hive they have occupied. But even in the bleakest times the universe balances itself out for chaos cannot exist without order, and it will damn well make sure if all chaos must be purged then it will.
"Come quietly and I'll promise not to rape you so hard~!" A caribou yelled as he struck his ax against the shield of a ex-guard, her arm buckled as she fell on her rear screaming as she the bones in her arm fracture. "I'D RATHER DIE A FREE MARE THAN LIVE AS A SLAVE!", she roared back at him spit and blood flying out of her muzzle and onto his face, He sneered and raised his ax blunt side towards her as he brought it down screaming with unbridled fury. She closed her eyes and made peace with herself as she fought until the end with her sisters in arms, time seemed to flow for eternity as seconds passed but she felt no pain, no bliss of unconsciousness. The ax had never even been lowered it had been stopped by a massive creature, its body covered in metal spikes its head peered into the horror stricken eyes of the caribou warrior.
"GUILTY.", its voice came from nowhere and everywhere it was a verdict and a sentence. The creatures other hand pushed into the caribous head slowly and exited out of its face its hand covered in brain matter and blood. It yanked its arm upward tearing the caribous head in half, its body going limp and falling to the floor spurting blood upon the mare. It looked at her and pressed a sharp armor covered finger onto her forehead "I AM THE SCALES OF JUSTICE, CONDUCTOR OF THE CHOIR OF DEATH. HEAR MY SONG AND SING MY SISTERS SING FOR ME!" It raised a massive wheel of spikes and metal over its head, the caribou it had executed strung between its spokes wailing in agony. It turned its head to the melee that was still taking place and ran into the thick of it, swinging its wheel as a weapon. Every swing would rend the caribou, tearing flesh from bone, bone from body. To an outside viewer it would seem a morbid dance with a wheel as a dance partner, it reared its head up and shrieked causing all to look at him as he stood upon the bodies of the broken. It scanned the battlefield slowly raising its wheel its shoulder where it began to spin rapidly. "THE GODS LOOK UPON YOU IN FAVOR, THEY HAVE SENT ME TO AID IN YOUR RECOVERY OF YOUR HOME, I WILL NOT SPARE THE WEAK, I WILL NOT STOP. YOU WILL FIGHT UNTIL YOUR LAST BREATH, YOUR LIVES ARE FORFEIT, RIDE WITH ME AND BE HONORED IN THE HALLS OF VALHALLA SHINY AND CHROME", It roared into the heavens, There was an uproar as all mares whom were able to roared with him. There we no longer mares they were nothing they were less then nothing. "I AM ABADDON, THE DESTROYER. WE RIDE FOR CANTERLOT!", Abaddon broke the wheel in two, the two halves formed a machine made of fire and bone, with the tormented souls of the caribou wailing as it sat upon the seat and revved its engines. Destruction was coming and it came on wheels.
