Grim-Dark Content - Beware

Background Knowledge: It has been 750 years. Twilight is now a veteran of countless wars and rebellions in different realms, she has killed and bested many including versions of herself and the Mane 6. From this, she has become a master of the Sword instead of magic and had trained with the best. Dimensional travel had also had an effect on her, instead of aging and growing like a regular Alicorn she stopped. Her hair also started turning very old, even turning it into a knot.

Darkness. Evil that can turn into a fire of good. It is always that way, and it is the same for this tale.

It has been 750 years.

Lands have collapsed and Empires have been turned into ruin. Oh, not through a great army, but by a Alicorn denied her throne. Denied her friends. Denied any mercy.

She is.

THE ALL-SLAYER.

Or once was..

Times have changed.

Siege after siege, battle after battle. She killed enough. She was broken enough, even her right eye was gone. Her hair turning grey. It was enough to remember everything for the rest of her days. Revenge was more than earned, it was disgustingly taken.

It was time for her to rest. Rest from her continuous nightmares and daydreaming. It was a no-cloud day when she was thrown onto the ground, once she came out of another shift. She never once brought out Grifor, as she found out it was named. She preferred it stay in it’s pouch. Her blood lust was too attached that even looking at it could bring her into a sense of joy of devastating.

It was a new world, a fresh beginning in time. A different dimension but about the same as she imagined it would be. In a current age of mystery and vast adventures, new people the Mane Six have met and had endeavors with. Thousands with their own stories she could take for granted, having heard them thousands of times. Hearing thousands of ends.

For once, she actually built something in her life. Her own kind of cottage. It took a lot of thought and where to put it down. She had the “brilliant” idea of putting it near her old castle and this new school of friendship. So she could watch afar the actions of her variant and this universe’s fate. She had lived here and terrorized here, it was the only place Sparkle could call home. To keep her occupied with such things, she took on the job of being a gardener.

Yes, a gardener. The most scary job to man. Only true warriors could gain the title of such devilish work. Planting plants and flowers could be the most boring assignment in the world, but she had never tried it before now. Boring was much more appetizing than killing day by day.

“Why am I doing this?” She said to herself.

Still, it was peaceful. For a while anyways. She wasn’t accustomed to talking to the ponies and creatures she slaughtered without a thought of respect. A thought of conscious. It was just action or death back then.

Always wearing a purple cloak under her shining grey head, she barely spoke to anyone. She was the hermit on the hill and she was proud of it. Nobody bothered her, and it was the silence she always liked after the wars and raids.

Once more, the morning set. The moon went to rest as the sun went to gleam the sky in it’s mellow glory. She couldn’t think of the sisters in royalty anymore, just phonies with some crowns on top of a castle she could rock in a few hours if she ever wanted. The title of “Princess of Friendship” was little more than a pitiful joke to her.

She spoke in a grim manner as she got out of her sofa of a bed. “I guess it is time to get supplies. Fuck.”

The trek to Ponyville wasn’t too bad, it was much easier than previous versions. Continuing, she met too many on the path. Many more faces than she realized there would be. Ponyville became more of a city in this realm, she couldn't expect the olden days of a small, quiet place. Walking the streets, it was filled with life she couldn’t experience very often. Love stories. Games. Students. Friends.

She spoke deep. “Sugarcube Corner should be around here somewhere. I hope Pink isn’t.”

She spotted the bakery as she spoke once more. "Bad memories. Very bad memories." Twi said to herself resisting heavily to pull out the Katana out of it's hiding spot and make the walls there blood red for what she had saw before. But, she hoped this Pinkie was different. She went inside and it smelled of cinnamon and the most favorable cakes to memory, but it was beaten down by the figure beyond the counter. The Element of Laughter. The All-Slayer sighed. Pinkie spoke with the tone of a cat screaming to the All-Slayer when she first noticed her. "Hello there, New-comer!!"

The Slayer went silent against the most wild person there could be in Ponyville and Pinkie protested to it. "OH, the silent type. I get you!" Pinkie Pie said as she was preparing another dish on the spot.

"Hm. Could I possibly get some wheat pies?"

Pinkie still tried to cheer the uncheerable. "Sure Stranger! But what's your backstory like huh- adventures for all- secrets that mustn't be told out loud-?"

Sparkle spoke rough. "I'm a aging mare. That is all."

She took the Pie from the earth pony, almost yanking it.

"Don't you have friends to share it with??" Pinkie Pie said. Now that just made the Slayer angry. She stormed off with tragic memories, slamming the Corner's door as she left. Pinkie Pie was clueless to what transpired. "Did I say something wrong?.."After that excruciating embarrassment to her, she traveled back. She galloped her way through the stone paths, the rivers and dents on the grounds of Equus and through the little sites she couldn't have admired in the past.

"Hey there!" As soon as she could admire it, another familiar voice spoke behind the cloaked warlord. "Who may you be, ma'am?"

She turned around with her hood facing the dirt. It was Gallus, the Griffon. "Oh! Hello there little Griffon, I'm from Manehatten."

"Manehatten huh? Pretty cool stuff!"

"Yeah. It sure was." She answered. The last time she visited the grand city of Manehatten, the streets ran with blood and gore splashed on the sidewalks and stores. She walked further from Gallus but as soon as she remembered she could fly, Gallus flew right infront of her. Her purple hood still down. Gallus questioned it quite a bit. "Why the hood? You hiding something under there?" The old Princess quickly responded. "Oh I just love hoods, and it's quite hot out here. I need to protect my hair."

Gallus walked back a few steps feeling a awkward presence. "Oh sorry ma'am. I need to go somewhere anyways. Doing chores ya know?" Sparkle replied. "Yeah.." The grey griffon flew away, and she was relieved. Approaching her cabin, she saw something.

She spotted something in the distance,

Someone was at her cottage. A child. A simple foal picking certain flowers from her garden and putting them in their basket. Intrigued, The-All Slayer took steps closer as silent as she could be. As soon as Twilight was upon the little kid, she spoke behind them. “What are you doing here, Child?” The kid jumped and turned around fast as ever. He spoke as the shadowy form took shape. “I.. I was .. picking flowers.. Ma’am. For ma collection around Ponyville.. ya see?”

She eyed the tiny basket without blinking. “Take a flower, and go.”

“Or Grogar will get you!” The All-Slayer put up her hands to give a more frightening appearance to the filly. The foal opened her mouth as wide as the old lady could see. A tear of shock dropped on the ground as they ran away without the bucket.

“Well, that was unexpected.”

Great, she now alarmed it. That goddamn Cutie Mark. Something she noticed a lot on herself in the past. She never got it herself, thankfully. It must have been as annoying as Celestia sending letters which way. Whatever, it didn’t matter. She tried to think of the clock in her bulky head. “Hm, what is the bloody time?” As far as she knew or could remember at least, she never got up until the sun was fully up in her bedroom window. More grumpy than usual is what she liked to see. And now she waited, for who ever showed up.

At last, someone arrived from the shadows of the morning sun.

It was a familiar sight. Familiar pose. Familiar face. The face of hope not vanquished. As she stood on the top of the Hill, she was like the light of the sun herself. The sparkling Alicorn made her way down the slope to the quite expansive garden acre.

The All-Slayer peered at her walking. “There she is.”

The Purple Princess traveled further as she eyed the cottage and said something The All-Slayer just couldn’t make out from her expression. She took one of her hooves and knocked 3 times on the wooden opening looking for an answer. The Knock echoed through the floor of the lodge so you could hear it from everywhere.

The princess spoke beyond the door. “Hello? Anypony in there?”

The old Slayer closed her straining eye as she remembered that young, sweetheart voice. “Heh. “Anypony”. Guess it’s time for this world’s decision. Like all the others.” Putting a magical cloak above her head, the one-eyed Alicorn stepped to her front door. Twi then greeted her with some pride. “Ah welcome. Welcome Princess.”

The Princess was surprised. “Ah. Hey. Have I seen you before?”

The All-Slayer smirked. “.. I would have thought so. I’ve heard of you, Twilight Sparkle. You and your adventures with the Mane 6. They are intriguing.”

“Hm.”

Still smirking, the All-Slayer questioned the questioner. “Why have you came this morning, Princess of Friendship?”

The Princess steadied her voice for the conversation. “I’ve had reports of bad luck coming from here. From a certain somepony.” Twilight continued. “We don’t need that in Equestria. No kind of person deserves it.”

“I’ve been growing my garden, and “anypony” can’t simply come and take them you see.” The All-Slayer said.

Sparkle eyed the plant life even more. “I see. Have you ever thought of getting a fence for that wonderful garden of yours?” The One-eyed lady pondered as she stared with her. “Fences don’t make life grow further. But, please. Come inside. It would be an honor to share some tea with you miss. Any time with a Princess isquite the time.”

She opened the door wider for the Princess as both went inside. The Cottage was smoothly polished, rugs and carpets lined the mosaic-like wood carved walls. Pictures of certain places lay scattered among the corridor, places that didn't even exist in this world.

“Did you craft all of this by yourself? It looks like a vacation home from the Yaket Range.” Princess Twilight was fascinated by this. The All-Slayer was inspired alright. “Here. Take a seat.” The All-Slayer pulled up two chairs next to a flaming fireplace, a portrait of Princess Cadence in her crown smiling down at the two of them. “Right by the fire.”

“Well thank you .. miss. What exactly is your name?”

“You can call me Miss T.” As the All-Slayer poured some green tea for the both of them. “Well thanks, miss tea!” The Alicorn Princess winked as she took the cup and drank little by little. It was a delightful coincidence to be shared. There was silence between them as they both stared, drinking from their porcelain teacups. Their eyes met in a gaze. Company wasn’t something she had in eternity, but it sure wasn’t the company she expected it to be.

The Princess put the cup down and asked more from the old lady as the fire raged onto a inferno. “Miss T. I can tell you’re trying to be very secretive with me, and that could work. It could not. I would rather not have things be secret, Miss T.”

The All-Slayer squinted her one eye. “Secretive you say?”

She grinned. “Why do you hide under a hood, ma’am? Everyone deserves a face when talking to me. I’m a Princess with no bounds to prestige.”

"Faces don't matter." The hooded Alicorn said looking at her porcelain cup. The tea almost looking like blood.

The Princess disagreed. "Well of course they do. You wouldn't remember anyone that way."

“Alright. Alright, Princess. I will take it off. ” She smiled as she took off the cloak head. Slowly, but surely. The Alicorn Princess basically flew out of the chair with her wings and took a few steps back. She looked abruptly shocked and didn’t have the words to respond to the figure in front of her. She eyeballed the old Alicorn for a long time.

The All-Slayer chuckled. “Ah. The familiar walk back from me. Always gets me from variants.”

Words were spurted out from Sparkle’s mouth. “That- Th- That’s insane.” Princess Twilight was slightly amazed. “Multi-dimensional travel is an art only practiced in extreme conditions. No mare or unicorn or ALICORN can produce such power.” The Princess came over and abruptly grabbed her cheek. Almost like she was going to gnaw on it.

“What are you doing?”

“Seeing if I’m Hallucinating.”

“Touching your hallucinations aren’t going to do much, dearie.”

The Princess’s hair was as extreme as the All-Slayer’s grey mess of a bun under the hood. “Ah-hah! I knew it! Just work stress! Just some kind of trick played on me! Little rest! H-hah. No Dimensional drift on the fabric of reality.” The All-Slayer’s expression didn’t move an inch. “I wish it was.”

“How.. And Why.. I have so many questions to ask.”

“From Peace and for peace.” Those five words sparked more interest as Princess Twilight looked puzzled as she mentioned it. “For peace?” The All-Slayer remensined on the all the moments she exactly sliced her own variants. Some gory. Some deserved. Some downright merciless. She couldn’t sleep with all those memories and couldn’t think now, since she hasn’t talked to “herself” in ages.

“Yes. For peace.” The All-Slayer repeated. “I’m.. I’m not the kind of Twilight you would be expecting.” Did she just stutter? Right in front of something she killed hundreds of times? Innocence in one pony body? Was she scared? Or scared of what she’s committed.

“I’m not the best.” She whispered.

Twilight smiled a little, telling some advice that could help others in her world. “You don’t have to be the best in anything, just have fun doing it all! Other me’s and other people are always good at having fun in at least something.”

The All-Slayer looked up at her. “I killed hundreds. Thousands.”

Princess Twilight dropped her mouth a little to just think of what the old Alicorn said. It hit her deep, wondering how she out of any pony could be a killer. Almost putting her hoof to her mouth.

The All-Slayer glared with sin as she sat. “I bet that will bring in more questions.”

The Alicorn just kept staring at the cloaked figure, sorta shocked. The Princess of Friendship just couldn’t imagine herself killing or harming ponies much. She has seen versions of herself before, but not like this. “How long has it been that you would.. forget your title, or never get it to begin with?”

“750 years.”

The Princess talked behind the chair as she realized the number. “Tell me what happened. Everything.”

The All-Slayer sharply replied as she got up from her chair. “Things happened.”

“Over 750 years, you don’t even have the courtesy-

The Princess of Friendship was abruptly stopped as the All-Slayer spoke more words in front of the blazing hearth. “Because this is just another world. Filled with emotions. Time. Life. I did things for.. Revenge. A lot of things you wouldn’t understand here.”

"So this is just another world then? To you?" The Princess said. "When will you leave?"

The All-Slayer looked at the mural on her wall of Princess Cadence. She was almost like a second mother to Twilight, always checking up when Celestia didn't even if she was busy with duties in the Crystal Empire. Her shining spear of a crown, her mixture of blue and purple in her mane to fill in the tan. She didn't deserve what she got. "Multi-Dimensional travel is a hard thing to get into, Twilight. I would think you would know this."

The royal Alicorn objected. "Then, HOW DID YOU GET HERE?"

Old Twi spoke. "Magic. Isn’t that what’s out there."

The Princess looked like she missed a event. "Don’t joke with me."

"I’m not, Twilight."

"Oh you aren- Someone abruptly opened the cottage door with magic as the purple unicorn talked. As the All-Slayer turned around from the flame with her elegant cloak, both of them saw who came through the Hall into the fireplace, almost running in. It was Starlight Glimmer, with tangled hair. It looked like she just came almost getting mauled by a Timberwolf, pacing around. She was panicked but kept her expression keen. “Hey Twilight, I was told you were here and.. And..” She looked over to the old variant looking at her from the fireplace. “Y-you didn’t tell me you had a long lost twin..”

Twilight frowned. “I don’t, Starlight.”

“...” Starlight was more quiet than Twilight could ever be. “Well that’s.. Something.”

The Princess started her own conversation, minding the double Twilight and all to focus on her student. "What exactly happened to you, Starligh-

Much interrupting, Starlight spoke again nervous. "HEY, that doesn't matter.. for now.. I think this matters much more than what's going on outside. Hahah." Starlight turned over to the grey knot of a unicorn. She bowed down a little. "It's a honor to meet you from another timeline, Princess Twilight Sparkle."

Twi gawked at this gesture. "Don't call me Princess."

Glimmer looked up again with a surprised look. "Oh. Sorry, ma'am. What would be your name then?"

"Slayer."

The Princess moved her head, looking at the floor in shame of her version as Starlight stopped in her tracks. "Slayer huh?.. A interesting name." Slayer went silent, as she peered into Starlight's eyes. When was the last time she shared with her own? She couldn't remember.

The Slayer spoke once again. "Yes, it is."

Starlight had a stroke of evil in her mind just left for these questions as she talked with admiration for her savagery as the Princess just looked. "Why did you leave your world? Was it getting full of people trying to hunt you down all the time?" The steel-hearted unicorn in her thin cloak knew the answer. "Everyone died. Be it pony or some other creature."

Starlight talked. “Everyone died? How?”

The one-eyed Alicorn closed her left eye, getting annoyed at the talk of killing. “They were slain. All of them.”

The unicorn questioned this. “All of them? I would think some escaped.”

All-Slayer thought about it for a little as she walked back and forth through the elegant room. Not all of them were murdered. Especially the Unicorn standing in front of her.

“...”

“Is that a no?”

Twilight spoke with some mystery in her fading heart. “A few went missing.”

“Well that doesn’t mean they are dead silly.” Starlight laughed a little. “Some would have survived.”

Twilight annoyed and depressed, sighed and talked more. “I’m not sure they would like to see me.”

Princess Twilight talked once more. “How bad could they be?” The All-Slayer reflected on those cherished moments. She blocked out the noise and pondered that Starlight wasn’t dead. She was too smart to get that kind of treatment. If she could say it now, much more smarter than she ever could be.

The Princess commented once again. "Sigh, this is getting nowhere."

"Now Princess..." Star whispered something into the Princess's ear.

"Right. Uh." The Alicorn spoke to the Slayer. "We have other business.. I will definitely talk more with you! S.. Slayer.." She definitely still had trouble accepting the fact. The duo left quickly as Twilight breathed a sigh of relief getting that heavy annoyance out of her cabin.

The tired old Lady sat in the chair again, looking at her wine cabinet. "When will they learn? .. When will I learn?"

[Dreams]

A passageway into the soul. Into the Immortal mind.

A time to recollect for Twilight. The Chosen. The Star. The Fallen Princess. The Murderer. Vile.

..

As she laid on her fabric of a bed in her hazel cottage, she took off her eye-patch and unwrapped her bun to reveal the scar of the past. Trauma was a leash without bounds. Laying there, the darkness took her. She soon fell unconscious into the casym of her own mind. Sluggish, It was always scattered. Always cold. A tundra.

She concentrated. She felt the cold. The Breeze that day. Chilling into her spine. The everlasting sight of a barren place with flakes of snow as blood dripped into it.

"Twilight.. Twilight, please wake up.. please..." A old kind voice whispered fanatically again and again. "I beg you.. please."

"Rainbow... My friends.." The All-Slayer whispered back. She opened her eyes to see her stiff friend staring into Twilight's empty soul, her face as messed up as any of them, looking frightened. "What could I have done? What could I have done Rainbow?"

"I made.. graves. I took revenge.. I helped Equestria see the truth. Over.. and over."

Dashie bled from her nose as she walked back into the fog unnaturally like her bones were broken. "Saved one."

Twilight Sparkle closed her eyes as she struggled to move, tearing up inside and outside. She curled into a ball of grey and purple as snow fell. "If I couldn't be there for my friends, then why did I SURVIVE!?" Her heart was always broken, hammered away. "Please.. say something. Someone. I.. I don't deserve to be called Twilight Sparkle. I don't deserve to have this cutie mark.. I don't deserve this life."

She pleaded with her own mind. "Please.. I can't live like this.. I can't kill for joy anymore.. revenge that was done years ago.."

Dashie whispered once more from the fog. "You still have time."

She laid there for a while, in the hard ice, freezing herself to death. She had to kill herself to leave her own pit of dreams. Her conscious faded into reality once again as she opened her eyes seeing the morning light from her bedroom window. She put her pillow on her forehead as she sat there. "Ugh. Nightmares are my dreams now."

Weeks pasted. Months. The Gardener was always bothered with questions from the friends of Princess Twilight, it was at least something from killing them. She intercepted topics from all across the universe, answering sometimes in grey as there was just some secrets she couldn't have shared. Memories she couldn't break down even if she tried. The All-Slayer stained her memory with death.

Canterlot has seen much better days. And this was not the day. As Raul arrived. With his horde of minions. Another monster of the abyss like Twilight was. Born from the Lake of Eternity, he seeked taking the light from the sun and the moon to fuel his own rage to fight others. A six foot giant, he wasn't someone to toy with. And he sure wasn't taking retirement. He took the castle of Canterlot with a Iron Fist and burned all below. Taking Shining Armor and his trusted ambassadors from his visit from The Crystal Empire.

He had black grizzly hair and large scars on his neck. He breathed and talked once again. “For a Kingdom, for a fucking Empire that doesn’t mean anything.” He killed Shining Armor as the first person without remorse. “It means nothing.”

That starry night, Twilight was drinking wine while reading a book using her magic. Reading wasn't much she did anymore, but she could go for a good horror story sometimes still. She could still remember her Library in the old castle, without bloodshed and with Spike there always. Her relaxed reading was interrupted by knocks from her front door. The Knocks were extremely distressed. The All-Slayer put down the wine and put her hoof on her head. "Agh, not another one." She looked from her chair and got up. She opened the cottage door to reveal a quite fizzy haired stallion. His blue eyes looking fearful of everything between. Of course Twilight heard the news of Raul, but she could care less.

Twilight spoke directly. “Now, who the hell are you?”

“I'M PARTY FAVOR. NOW LOO-OK. THE MANE SIX HAVE DISAPPEARED. N-NOBODY IS HERE FOR DEFENSE. NOTH-ING- ING. NOT EVEN STARLIGHT!”

Twilight looked at him. “Good to know. Now get off my doorstep.” She closed the door on the sucker, as he pleaded in the garden. "PLEASE! I was told you could help, Slayer! I.. I'm sorry for saying anything wrong miss! I .. We need help... We need something.."

The All-Slayer spoke again behind the oak door. "BE QUIET."

“...” The All-Slayer was silent for the most part wandering her shack. Every time she blinked, she saw another land grimed by her gruesome ways. Bursting. Stabs. Snaps. Poisons. All disgusting. Anytime the Slayer "helped", it was for more death. For her own sick pleasure. Addiction was the right name.

She wasn't the heroine, no Princess of Friendship. Just a one-eye killing machine with barely any purpose. But for a time to use her own skills to actually help. That was something out of a fairy tale. She would take it, for the friends she never could help.

She frowned and thought in anger. She went to her wine cabinet, moved it out of the way, throwing it into the air like fury as all the drinks crashed on the floor in a roar. A box was hidden from view under the boards. The Gothic box in front of her had a design of silk and carvings of white roses.

She opened it on the wine spilled floor. The Katana of a murderer layed there. She held it in her hands once again. Her hooves shook with all the blood spilled on the single thing. It resonated with energy, fury and importantly, power.

“Ah. Grifor. No dust?”

The claid was polished like it was never used. The Sword of Vengeance. So sharp, it would cut bedrock like paper. The Katana had a mirror you could see other worlds in if you looked into it for long enough. Powerful to grasp how things could turn out. For over 750 years, it has stuck with her for some kind of reason she never knew. Perhaps her story wasn't just over. Sometimes it would disappear on her to help others in a different plain of existence, but tonight was not the case.

The Party Favor guy was still there, waiting. She went outside irritated, and cut off his horn. He groaned as the All-Slayer in her cloak left him on her yard.

"Time to go. Time to go do something."

[Canterlot]

As she arrived to the scene. The Kingdom was sacked definitely, a inferno swept the attacked town and none of the princesses were seen. Still the remains of Celestia's royal guard tried to breach and fight off the hordes made by Raul. She came upon two of them at the front.

“Princess! Princess Twilight?.. What- What’s with the new hairstyle?..” The Guard remained suspicious. “And the Eye-patch?”

“Grifor. Come.” She spoke soft, but her look was death itself. As soon as the words were said, the blade flew into her hands. She looked at the bright blade for a moment and then sharply continued. She decapitated the guard right in front of her. His blood spraying into the air. “Good as new.” She continued her trail as she charged the other guard and impaled him with Grifor, not even taking a look at his bleeding mouth and nose as she swiftly ripped the blade out. The All-Slayer smiled a little and forcefully remembered. “Right. I’m supposed to be the good guy. Hah. Damnit. My lust.”

Royal Troops still followed behind her as she gave the command. They reached a large gate, oh it had been awhile since she had done this. She casted a ancient spell of illusion that allowed her to see through walls. "About 31 Guards, men" The All-Slayer said as she looked back. She stood still as she had done this hundreds of times before. "Just try and not die, boys." The starting raid was chaos, Hundreds were ready to attack and to defend the fallen city. Arrows flew like rain and houses were massacred. The one-eyed Twilight lead the charge, slicing men in half, and trying to dodge arrows and spells. It was a bloody good time for her, you could say as she got older at this she enjoyed combat more and more each time. She just got the feeling it wasn't so right anymore. Even in good light, she felt her repeated, vengeful past fueling her race towards the Castle.

They finally got to the Equestrian Castle, the weakened men were magic-choked by Sparkle and she proceeded on. She went along the ridiculous hallways of Canterlot once more. “This never gets any better in design does it?” She thought. “It’s always a damn maze.” She already knew it was useless to check the other rooms in the maze, so she proceeded to the Throne Room. The Halls were a mess, blood covered everywhere and there was hint of fire and flesh. As Twilight reached the old Throne Room, She happened to stumble into a mere mess of warriors about 5 in number.

"Some more practice for a old lass." The self-made Samurai said as she drew the ghostly Katana again.

After men dead and many flesh wounds inflicted in that hallway, Close Combat was key in this situation, and Twilight out performed to show she really was a legend not to be messed with. Red flowed through every passage. The All-Slayer sighed.

The huge door was worn down with arrows and marks of swords, like ponies tried to come in earlier. She went inside as The black stallion reached one of his hooves to a neck of a royal guard. He was practically holding him in the air. "Captain Storm-Feet. What a funny little name that is." Adrenaline rushed him as the Captain choked.

“RAUL!” She shouted.

“Ah. I know that parched voice very well.” Raul snapped the neck of the guard he held, making the sides of his neck twist and bleed onto the carpet. “Perhaps too well, All-Slayer.” He turned his head gracefully. “Good to see you.”

Sparkle kept looking at his form, his scarred neck. “Yeah. Good to see you too..”

The black bearded Stallion contested with his almost darkening eyes. “What’s the matter? You look shy tonight. I feel like you don't got the same energy as I do.”

“You shouldn’t mess with inter-dimensional travel, Raul. You know that.” Twilight spoke with annoyance. “Absolutely anything can come from there. And I don’t want to be facing another Demon.”

“The worlds I went to were filled with dust and death. I think you would know different dimensions better than anyone here, Slayer. Do you really care about what you face anymore?”

The All-Slayer didn’t blink as she listened, her glimmering blade shining in the moonlight.

Raul spoke. “For 5,000 unconquerable years, Twilight. For 5,000. I searched for the only thing I ever cared about in this bloody multiverse of lies and “happiness” that can’t last forever even if it tried. Not vicious ways. Not for killing. Not for your damn lust. Just for the light that wakes us up every morning.”

The old Alicorn stomped her feet. “You aren’t getting it here. There is barely any Equestria left because of you. The Mane six are dead correct?” Raul laughed. “Hahah, you overestimate me, Slayer. No. I couldn’t take them even if I tried. They are in Tartarus. It will take some time for them to come back, but it will already be too late.”

Twilight protested. “Will it?”

“I don’t want to fight you, All-Slayer. Never have. I don’t want you in my way either.” Raul admired her patience. “It would be a tragedy on both our parts. ”

Twilight’s eye glowed in a blood red shine. “It sure will be. I couldn't care for Equestria, but I at least care about what they will face after.”

His voice was dark and crooked. “If it’s a challenge you are looking for. I can provide much, much more. I must do what I can.”

The All-Slayer responded. “Of course.”

Twilight closed her eye and threw the Katana straight for the malicious monster. “Try your best.” As the blade reached him, he turned into smoke and ash taking the form of a black, infested dragon. Raul was a shapeshifter. He could use his magic to bend his body and mind to his will, changing him into different forms. They began to brawl heavily.

“LET ME TEACH YOU SOME MANNERS, RAUL!” The All-Slayer said as Grifor hit the nose of the smoke dragon, letting Raul go back to his normal form with a sliced nostril.

He smeared the blood around his mouth and laughed. “Hahah, I love the smell of blood. You know this.”

This beast of a stallion ran up on the All-Slayer, grabbing her feet and tossing her like she was nothing more than a rock, throwing her up far into the air of the palace glass. Her back smashed against some of the tapestry, causing glass to cut her all over. It hurt like a motherfucker, but that was the least of her problems now.

"Now do you like blood like I do, Slayer? You've been granted a opportunity." Raul said. "A opportunity to fight me without the power of the sun and moon by my side."

The All-Slayer still tried to grin. She didn't care to talk. Raul caused quite the stir after that, the stir meaning most of the Canterlot Halls getting demolished into rubble.

Their fight lasted for weeks. Twilight keep fighting for the sake of it. It wasn't for revenge. It wasn't for the aftertaste. It was to prove to herself she could be different, after so many years of constant hate and joy and the sense of retribution. It was only stopped by a few breaks. Both of them broken to the brim and bruised. No rest could have helped the carnage that swept the land under them. They made their way to a plateau of sorts before Twilight, with her bleeding hooves and cut up face, took Raul's head and headbutted him with her horn, ripping off his peeling skin even more.

He fell back on the stone plateau with some force. He moaned and spoke. “We always cross paths. We will again. You might have killed many worlds, but .. you missed one.” The Broken Raul fell onto the ground, becoming a part of the soil.

“Hm. Bastard.” The All-Slayer barely could handle her blade or even talk. Her hoofs gushed scars of blood. Her chest with holes of wounds. Blood in her mouth. She sat down on a boulder in her ruined and burnt cloak, looking at the war they created. A sun and moon never coming down and a sky filled with red. What did Raul mean by missed one?

She couldn’t stay here much longer. Onlookers looked horrified at the carnage done to their country and the Mane Six would be much more than furious. Yes she could kill the royal student and princess, but she never got to do it easily. She was still impressed that her young self could keep on fighting even with odds.When the others were involved, it was much harder. Good thing they never had the time to bring out the Elements of Harmony. She definitely couldn't face them now, she was barren. They were so kind.

“W..elp.” The All-Slayer stumbled. “Guess it’s time again.”

It was the end of her here. But she could still bring some fear into the soldiers of the army just staring at her in the ash and blood of their leader. She walked with her sword like a cane to reach one of them, andautomatically sliced his eyes open so they cried blood.

The Slayer looked at the stain while her cloak blew in the wind. “Oh, now you’ve done it Grifor.” Raul's grim Soldiers tried to surround her, but only to have their bowels dissected with the blade. It wasn’t a tough fight. More like fighting bags of meat.

She thought about what Raul and the others said. Mysteries in her head. The head of a forsaken and Immortal Twilight.

'You missed one-...'

'Some would have survived..'

It was all connected. Starlight was alive, she could feel it as one of the only feelings she had left in her heart. Her Starlight survived.

Twilight got out the Invictio as best as she could. She smiled as her reflection shined on the locket. "Well. It is time again old friend." She pressed the switch and everything began shaking and twisting around her. Her vision became a vortex of distorted memory and color, her mind was warped like many times before. "Close your eye. It's better that way." She said to herself, closing what she could and holding onto the sword with all her remaining might in the tornado of color.

“If I care about anything. It’s about seeing the end.”

Author's Note

THE END OF PART 2

As long as Twilight was killing, I was away in life. Perhaps it was the right time to edit my tale and resurrect it out of utter oblivion. I hope you all enjoyed my twist at Equestrian tales and the 2nd Chapter to a story that has lasted centuries. As I finish this story sometime and others, I may go back and edit it to a more longer, depressed version for people. Show your Appreciation in the comment section and the artwork made for the All-Slayer by amazing people!

-Thurnis