Geez, Twilight doesn't know how to have any fun. She interrogates me about the Versatrix and I answer all of her questions by being incredibly vague and she starts freaking out like it's the end of the world or something. How she makes any friends is beyond me. But none of that matters as I have finally arrived at my new home and I must say Celestia...

"What the fuck." This isn't a house, it's a fucking mansion, about three stories high. This is completely unnecessary. I hope she doesn't expect me to clean because that isn't happening anytime within this universes life cycle, that's too much work.

Walking toward the building, I open the door and see three people standing there waiting. They almost look like statues with how still they're being. Looking over them, I see that they all have maid uniforms causing me to frown.

'No butlers, damn.' that is a shame. Butlers are cool. Especially the old badass one's like Alfred or Walter because then I won't even need to fight weak opponents as they'll have them defeated for me meaning that only strong and worthwhile combatants get the amazing honour of me putting them in the ground. I suppose I should complain, maids can be pretty scary at times and most people overlook them as weak due to them being girls so I guess I could possibly have a trio of assassins in front of me.

Lets hope their job is to help me rather than try and kill me because if they do attempt to end my life I can say for sure if I could resist the chance to learn about being an assassin through consuming them. Now that I think about it, don't think that's the case, at least for one of them.

"Swift? Ha, I swear, Celestia is trying to keep us together." If that's true I can only assume that this girl has some hidden potential... Or Celestia is playing with her navy (Shipping, in case you didn't know what that meant.) and to be honest I don't see why she's keeping her with me if the first option is true and if it's the second option then Celestia is wasting her time.

The other two are new though and both of them have intriguing scents to them, one of them I recognise a little.

The first maid has shoulder length, dark blue hair and... I believe the correct term is African-American, however, it may be different in Equestria. Her most noticeable features are her golden, slit eyes and her bat wings, as well as the darker uniform. She's giving me a slight glare, although I can't tell if it's because a predator is recognising another predator or it's because i've been staring at her for longer than necessary. It's probably the first if i'm being honest she seems to be the proud type if her posture and smell has anything to go by. How does the smell help you ask, imaginary person i've created for the sake of allowing myself to explain this? It's because out of everyone, she smells the most of perfume, indicating that she likes to take care of herself more than the others. Funny what a simple smell can tell you.

The next new maid has chin length, blonde hair and toffee coloured eyes and pale skin. Out of the other two she appears to be the most beautiful, but if the smell has anything to go by, I now why. Her smell reminds me of that slave den as it and her share an insect smell. If she is here for the reason I think, i'll be getting changeling DNA faster than I had thought, am I lucky or what?

All at once, the three of them speak.

"Welcome to your new home, master." I hate this already. There is just something annoying about being called master, it just leaves me feeling disgusted with everyone involved.

"Well, as your new master, I hereby order you to never call me master again. If you can follow that order we'll get along swimmingly and i'm sure you would prefer that than anything else. Have fun cleaning or whatever it is you do." with all that said and done I walk past three shocked maids, two of them likely because of my attitude and dismissal and the third because I highly doubt Swift expected me to care so little about her being here. I suppose it was a little dickish, but I do plan to give a devil fruit to her since she has been trustworthy enough so far.

Looking around for a while I begin regret not taking one of them with me. At least then I would have had a tour guide, hindsight 20/20. After a small bit of exploring I find out that the first floor is for business and general house things like a library, living rooms and meeting areas. The second floor looks to be all about fun as there is a variety of games that people of all ages can play like foosball, trampolines, arcade machines and even a ball pit. This is some good shit so far, I can even set up the console Loki gave me in there which is great because I didn't think i'd be able to use it so soon. The third and final floor seems to be about sleeping and relaxing as it has multiple bedrooms, a personal bar? A swimming pool and one of those steam room things, whatever you call them.

While I appreciate all that stuff, I could have done without them, especially the swimming pool. I'm certain I can't swim and it isn't because i've eaten a devil fruit. In Prototype you could never stay in the water and usually just sank to the bottom before jumping back out.

Shaking my head, I walk towards the biggest bedroom of the mansion because, c'mon, it's my house and as such I shall have they biggest room. When I arrive I adopt a large smile and allow the 'boxes of good shit' to fall out of my inventory.

Giddy like a child on Christmas, I open one of them only to see a hand mirror, a fancy hand mirror, but little disappointing. Picking it up I notice that it has a nite on it.

Say cheese!

After reading it, a large flash of light erupts from the mirror and blinds me. It took a moment to realise that I wasn't flashbanged, but my eyes jyst so happened to have melted. It explains the pain.

Picking up the mirror to see it my eyes healed properly, the mirror almost falls out of my shocked grasp.

My left eye has gone completely purple with four black ripple-like lines going along it, reminding me of a certain something called the Rinnegan. No biggie right, not like could destroy cities or anything. On a brighter nite this would mean that one of the secret powers Loki let me have is chakra.

My right eye was normal enough aside from the red and black pupil that has a pinwheel pattern to it. It would appear to be a Sharingan, a copy of Sasukes' at that. Pretty cool, if I do say so myself.

I'd say that box was a great success. Looking over at another one, I walk over another box and open it only to pull out an intricately designed revolver with a full chamber. Not knowing what is pick up the sticky note that was in the box and the only this it says is Mysterious Magnun. Well it certainly is a mysterious gun, I don't think i've seen it before. Aww well, a guns a gun, so it doesn't really matter where it comes from. Putting it in my inventory with the rest of my currently unused items. I continue to the next box.

Tearing it open I see that it's a mask, but not just any mask, it's eyepatches or most commonly known as Kaneki's. Deciding, what's the harm, I put it on with fanboy excitement.

When it's on securely I begin to feel a little lighter and yet I can tell I didn't lose any weight. It's like i've become faster and stronger at the same time. Feeling another presence within me I allow it escape with, what I assume is, a mental command then all of a sudden four large red tentacle like things sprout from my back indicating that I have a Rinkaku kagune. This means that my regeneration has also been amped up a fair amount. I take off the mask, throwing it inmy inventory, and command the kagune to disappear.

I'm about to go for the next one, only for rapid knocking to break me out of my thoughts. Walking to the door and opening it, I see that the bat-like maid standing there with a worried look on her face.

"Yeeessss?" I'm unsure of what to assume right know, if the maid I guessedwas the most composed is freaking out then it would mean some real shit happened and it requires me to sort out. Hopefully it's just a crap ton of packages that none of the three are capable of dealing with at the moment, but that's just wishful thinking. Then again, doesn't the Sharingan allow some form of reality warping, mabye i'm allowed to wish a little more than average.

"There are monsters requesting your presnce in the centre of Ponyville." How do they know my name? I guess i'll just ask.

Sighing, I run past her and down my hallway until I reach the window at the end before dolphin diving out of it because who needs doors. Continuing my, above average speed, light jog I find that there are a bunch of black creatures standing around, but not doing anything. There are about ten of them, but only one of them seems to have intelligence.

Nine of them just look like large dogs or lizards, but with a void black colouration and pure, glowing white eyes and mouths, while one of them, stood fully clothed and walking around like a person. It looked like it's clothes were stitched together poorly yet at the same time the looked quite comfortable.

The creature notices me just before I got to it and smiled. This one had sickly green eyes opposed to its white, animalistic counterparts.

"Wonderful, your here. What a strange voice. It sounds like two different voices are speaking at once, props for that strange dude.

"You wouldn't happen to have a name?" Might as well be polite, he may look evil, but that doesn't mean he is.

"Oh, i'm Ruin and i'm here to change the world." Alright, that sounded ominous, but it could still be a good thing even though it clearly won't be.

"That's nice. You wouldn't happen to be even nicer and, I don't know, change a different world?" Let's hope this works even though it won't because everytime I hope something happens the opposite does.

"Nah, this one will do. Anyway, I called you here for a reason." Yeah, no shit. I wouldn't be here otherwise. "You see, you reek of the mad fool Loki and I just want to be cordial and tell you to stay out of our way or else i'll personally see to it everyone you love dies." That's a bit much, but then again, with a name like Ruin you kind of have to be evil in everything you do.

"To bad for you, everyone I love is already dead." I'll admit that isn't really true as the moment I hit puberty i've never loved anything. Can't sat for sure what happened and I can't even make a theory about it. All I know is that I stopped loving.

"Oh... Shit, sorry dude. Ahem, allow me to repeat myself. If you try to stop us I shall kill you and destroy everything you stand for." definitely better than the last threat.

"Alright, Alright. I get it, you're evil, can we just fight alrea-KAAGHH!" It appears I just coughed up a bountiful amount of blood. It also appears my body has entered shock otherwise i'd be in a shit ton of pain right now. "Wou-egh would you... would you kindly remove your fist from my abdominal region, it's causing discomfort." with an irritated scoff, he rather rudely tears his arm back out insuring the maximum amount of pain possible.

"I'll be seeing you."

"Euugh, what the fuck, Where am I?" looking around, I can't help but notice the giant, forty foot tall, chiselled door in front of me that is depicting all types of different demon torturing people.

"Oh, Hello again." quickly turning around, I see Loki sitting by a table, lazily shuffling a deck of card while looking straight at me, it's actually quite impressive. "You like the door, it's actually the gate to hell. I figured while i'm here I should take in the sight one more time and after a few minutes of admiring it, your souls just comes flying by. Luckily for you I prevented it from actually entering." This is too damn confusing.

"So, I died?" That's unfortunate, it's barely been two months since the last time I kicked the bucket.

"You shouldn't worry about it too much. Since your soul didn't technically enter hell I can just shove you back into your body." That's good to hear, I think.

"Alright, what were those things that killed me?" I ask out of curiosity and because my mind screams for revenge.

"Hmm, the black things? they're Nightmares. Nasty pieces of work, they are. They begin as nothing more than feral animals looking for souls to consume until they get enough to develop sapience. A friend of mine, Nekros, is a nightmare. He's bit stubborn and little too murder happy, but so am I, so complaining is worthless. Nightmares are creatures of destruction, they all love violence to a degree and are more than willing to do anything to get what they want." This is certainly an educational death. "The guy that killed you, was called Ruin as i'm sure you're aware. He's one of the traditionalists, you could say, his heart, and I say that as loosely as possible, is dead set on how Nightmares used to work. Go to different worlds, corrupt them and then move in. I prefer Nekros's way of living, which is go to a different worlds, bond to a host and then wreck shit before doing the same in different dimensions all for the sake of having a bit of fun." These are certainly interesting creatures.

"Can you kill them?" I can tell he knows what i'm thinking, it's his damn smirk.

"Only other Nightmares, Gods and a Nightmares symbiotic partner have the ability to kill them. So yes I can kill them, but I try not to. Fighting them takes too long." Well, there goes my plan. "However, I have a theory."

"What would this theory be?"

"A Nightmares souls are interesting, if you remove a soul that Nightmare has consumed, it will immediately go to an afterlife and it weakens the Nightmare due to them needing souls for their strength and intelligence. So... If all the souls they've collected are removed they will be incredibly weak, from what data i've collected from watching Nekros. If all his souls were removed he would be just about stronger than a human at peak physical, mental and emotional condition and Nekros was naturally stronger than most of his species. This would also leave him susceptible to normal attackes meaning even a child could leave a permanent scar or kill him if they were incredibly lucky." Huh, he makes this sound easy.

"I guess there isn't any I can do then." Aww man, this sucks.

"Not necessarily. Ruin entering that world was kinda, mabye, sort of... My fault, hahaha. Sooo uh, Nekros is strong-arming me into getting rid of them and I thought, this would be a good idea to test my theory. So, for the sake of Equstria, i'm going to give you soul magic, the ability to manipulate and control souls to do as you please. Have fun explaining why you aren't dead." aahhh fuck, my new eyes. Too bright.

Owowowowow, my everything hurts. Hold on, is that crying, yeah it is, isn't it. I'm going to get slapped for worrying someone I just know it. Lifting up my hand, I place it on the head of the crying person. Huh, this persons head is sort of squishy, hahaha, it like one of those gelatinous balls you can buy for kids.

I really wish I opened my eyes first.

A sharp gasp resonates from the crier and for a few seconds nothing happens causing the air to become uncomfortably tense. Sighing, I speak up.

"That wasn't your head was it?" They're growling at me, why are they growling? Peaking open my Rinnegan eye, I see a red faced Swift Feather staring down at me. What makes it worse is the tears still streaming down her face. "Oh."

Rather that say anything she just gets up and runs away making me grimace. "Why didn't she just hit me, it's so much easier to deal with angry women than sad women." I say in a quiet voice.

Sitting up. I look around and notice that the Nightmare didn't trash the place and leave everything in... Ruin. Oh yeah, I deserve to go to Hell. Thanks God, for confirming it when I died the second time. Standing up, I look around and see that a lot of people from Ponyville are standing around me and looking in varying degrees of shock.

"You should probably go see if mum is okay." looking down at the voice, I see that's it's Screw Ball. Looking at her, I can't help, but blink in confusion.

"Mum, Really?" I ask, I honestly didn't think she had parents. As dark as that may sound.

"Well, you're like my Dad so that must be my Mum." Now that was a shocker, but I still can help but smile at the childish naivety.

"I don't think we know eachother well enough for that kind of relationship, but Hell, I just came back to life so i'm not even going to argue. So go ahead, call me what you want." I wonder how she managed toget to the conclusion of me being her Dad... Now isn't the time to think about this, asshole, we have a friend and apparent 'Wife' to try and comfort. Wait what, when did I start caring about people?

"Fucking Equestria."

Author's Note

Took a break for a month, wrote this in one night. Something is wrong with me, oh yeah, I got bored of wrighting for a bit. Quick warning, that happens.
Now then, it would seem our not-hero is getting even stronger than before. He also seems to be becoming more compassionate, whatever will he do?
Remember, more boxes mean more OP fun. Don't be shy, just wright in the comments something you'd like to see Chris have.
Like always, point out my mistakes because I live for criticism, like a verbal masochist.

On another note, someone wanted me to continue 'Not part of the equation' If you want to see me write more stories, read it and tell me if you want to see more.