Twilight, the All-Slayer

Grim-Dark Content - Beware

Background Knowledge: It has been two years since The All-Slayer regained the Blade of Vengeance. Since then, she has been looking for her only friend left from the massacre by following certain dimensional clues. Starlight Glimmer. The road has ended softly, but the bloodshed of the forgotten and forsaken Twilight Sparkle continues.

Darkness. What can begin from not having the courage to go on. It is always that way and it is the same for this tale.

The sun dawned on a winter’s day.

Clouds covered most of the sky as the sun still phased through as a sparkle... Flakes of snow appeared on the ground and on the water. A waterway flowed agilely through the chunky blocks of frozen water, 2 ice walls on either side dividing it as a icy passage.

Water flowed as blood flowed, softly.

A boat passed through the river, the boat didn't seem sturdy enough, held together by magic and extra nails through the sides. It looked like it was ripped off straight from a bigger ship. It trying it's best to avoid the ice blockades lining the shore. The figure paddled with a slimming sword as their violet cloak protected them from the disdainful numb that was the cold. For awhile, the figure rowed the blade with their hands across the water. But as they sat onto the boat more, they used their worn horn to pull the claid up and down from the side carefully not to crash.

"Sigh." She looked at the water again. Her grey foamed hair was the most she could see.

She saw something, fire. Lights. Civilization.

She pulled onto shore with a forbidding intention of grief, the boat fell to pieces after her. She was on the beach of a winter town in the middle of absolute nowhere.

"Hm. Almost like a ghost town." The figure mumbled. "Convenient."

The streets were foreboding, she saw the stretched spiral of a Equestrian chapel as the highest point. The rest was covered by the previous snowstorm.

There was a bar labeled as the 'best' in town. The tavern seemed like a pleasant place- Well before Twilight Sparkle walked in and looked at the amass. Tables lined the stall and- "OH A NEW MOTHERFUCKING GUEST! Some Bitch from thee Victorian Sector heh.." A Stallion shouted harshly from the corner with his drinking 'mates'. "Nice cloak there - It will only get you so far.. in the snow."

She ignored the grotesque stallion.

The cloaked lady began to speak across the entire saloon. "Do you know anyone by the name of Starlight Glimmer? Anyone heard of that name in here?"

The barkeeper thought to himself. "Don't think so, ma'am."

The annoying brute spoke once again.

"Now who might ya be? So far from home- heh. We ACTUALLY work here refugee."

She put her head down as the frigid outside sweeped into the tavern behind her. Again.. and Again. Could she get more angrier than this? The argument was only starting and she was so angry at nothing but a insult.. She slowly pulled out the glaive on the fellows staring at her complex. Controlling her anger was not something she could do easily from all the tiny outbursts that led to massacres in the past. The slayer stomped her foot down on the wood as little splinters came out.

"Oh be quiet tha sum of you!" The barkeeper looked stressed and bummed out at the apparent bastards. "However, yes. May ya be our new sheriff? If so, sorry for all the ruckus! What's yar name hun?"

“Death.”

She charged them.

As soon as she entered. All of them were going to be dead anyways. She didn't care.

The tracks were getting cold at this point.

So cold.

So many days. So many months wasted. So many years disappeared from her extended memory. It was a annoying click that never satisfied her in all the conquest she had taken. It was the blood of the wolf. The outlaw that never remembered how to be the Element of magic. Never setting up the throne. She now knew what it was like to be King Sombra - Alive for centuries, failing over and over at the same damn task they were ment for.

The Church stood in front of her. Her robe flying in the winter wind as she looked at the spiral once again, with the sun and moon embedded as symbols. Of course, she didn't go into Churches much. The Slayer found no value in them besides burning them down.

"Gods. Princesses. Hard to say which is more gullible." The unsatisfied Slayer whispered. "Burning in fire.."

She went inside the Cathedral, the bastion of 'light' and 'peace' as she settled down in one of the back seats watching the mosaics on the walls and proud ceiling. It was warmer than she expected. She looked at the portraits of Celestia, Luna, and even figures like Tempora as they were staring her in her putrid face. These Princesses all brought hope to the world, and function that no ordinary pony could give. They all brought their stories to the light.

[Mural]

Then she saw herself. The purple Alicorn looking to her side, sharing a big old grin. With the rest of them.

Could it have been like that? Just for her? Just for that vanquished timeline? She wished..

Smiling as her crown was topped on her head..

Being with the people she cared about so deeply.

The Princess taking the throne in cheer and trumpets as crowds applauded.

Celestia looking at her student with success..

Putting her hoof to her chest, to feel her heart beat with RED love. With actual friendship.

She thought about what her dreams said years ago. She still had time. Then why did it feel like she wasted the opportunity to every single second after? Trying again and again for the universal footsteps Starlight left behind. Leaving blood in her wake that amassed to more prowess and respect instead of finding her damn friend. Redeeming herself in a pile of blood just wasn't working. Her fate and quest was pointless to the brink. Her dazed eyes and wicked bun came to a realization.

Why was she here? A failed clone?

Why! Just why! Why did everything have to end with her?

Twilight couldn't take it, the mistakes brought her down. The days of ultimate failure. It was only grief and depression now.

She fought her ego.

Starlight was always dead it seemed.

Sunlight was too.

Addiction was the only important thing she had.

It was time in her mind. Time in that cracked history. The time for judgement from down below. She could have done it as soon as she woke up in that tundra.. right there with her friends.. but she continued to be spiritually dead.

"Sigh." She took a sigh of dissatisfaction as her eye closed. There was barely any luck for her these past months.

"It's gonna to be alright without me." She became more depressed as she drew Grifor from his holster. "Caused so useless damage. Devastation. For blood-lust unknown." Twilight looked at the shine of the katana she rose from that wintry pit centuries ago. The blade was still in perfect condition, after being in so much harsh shit. No dents, no dust, reflection as clear as a mirror. "And you've been with me the entire way. Witnessing my massacres." The one-eyed warlord barely whispered. "Witnessing my death."

"Sic Temper Tyrannis." She said to herself.

The One-eyed lady took the handle of the blade to her jugular as she held it there with magic. She breathed in and out .. as she slit her throat.

She felt like she did a grave mistake but it was all part of the plan. The pain was harrowing as the blood turned into a waterfall of her own blood. She created her own gore as she tried to hold it with her hands as the liquid poured. She knew screaming would hurt even more, but she couldn't help but take it all out on the worlds that doomed her into this nasty end of tasting blood through her mouth.

She tried sitting down, but she more than fell down after that action. It gnawing at her skin as she laid.

She looked at the ceiling as her eye flickered with the gushing substance spilling more and more from her deep rip.

The church twisted and turned like she was underwater, floating deeper and deeper to the bottom. She was sinking.

It was black.

Twi.. you think this will be a good trip?

The alicorn Princess spoke with a smile as she looked over to her by the table, compassion was all she knew at the moment. "I wish I knew Fluttershy. But hey, the Princesses never disappoint with adventure." Twilight looked across the table as she continued to talk with Fluttershy and the rest of the gang. "Right, girls?"

The entire table was filled to the brim with a breakfast feast every Pony could enjoy, it was a good start to the travel as there was conversation.

"Hehe. Like they could." Pinkie squeezed a laughout.

Rainbow Dash divulged. "Well let's face it, they don't want to get captured AGAIN!"

"Oh Dashie." Applejack blushed. "Shucks, hopefully they don't strike us with a bolt of lightnin' right now."

Twilight turned around from the harmony map as she saw Starlight enter the room. The tricolor unicorn spoke passionately as they walked up towards eachother. "Hey sister."

"Haha. Stop calling me that!"

Glimmer and Sparkle got closer as they beamed in animated nature.

"How's the trip plans going?"

Twilight grinned. "Oh! Oh! Well! Very well in fact, we have direct coordinates and where to dig for camp and such. It will be a heck of a chilly one up there! Celestia reports it won't be too bad. I've never been too good with calculating the direct weather myself."

The unicorn laughed as she put her hands together to clap. "Enjoy your time in the mountains! The Crystal Empire will surely provide some consolidation and most importantly, food!"

"What? Food? I got pancakes right here silly!" As Twilight took one pancake from the table and ate a piece of it. "Saved for entire WEEKS! What other kind of advice would be granted?"

Starlight rose up her hoof.

"Do you remember our mark still?"

Twilight responded. "Of course." Twilight raised her hoof up. "Only we know it. Our friendship could pass dimensions."
Starlight winked as she also raised her hoof up, the soft symbol was transmitted on both of their hoofs.

"It sure could."

Did she wake up?

Twilight thought she always had her one eye open, but that's not possible. The old unicorn thought she was always in a slummer. She blinked once more as she heard movement further from the darkness. Someone knew she woke up at that moment.

A dark green thorn came and struck The All-Slayer by her shoulders as she seemed tied up to the brim.

It ripped into her flesh as she moaned in pain as the thorns ripped further into her skin and cartilage. They wrapped and flooded around her body. It was putrid and squeezed her like a gummy of flesh and bones.

She took the thorn-like body cramming and bit into it with her teeth. It grinded her mouth and lips like concrete. It tasted bitter, like Iron. With the grip of her teeth, she chomped down the piece of engrossed branch wrapped around her. It was like biting into skin, as it bled sharply. She cut the bleeding and discomfort with her bare teeth. Wiggling fiercely to get her teeth through as her tongue could feel and taste the sanguine flowing. The monster behind the wrapping screamed like a animal, wailing.

It dropped the Slayer with her cape on what looked like a floor and automatically withdrew into the walls. The place in front of her eyes had a cave like appearance as stalagmites and stalactites formed around.

“...” She couldn’t say anything, her lips were bruised and cut like razors. Blood was in her mouth and nose. She pulled out the Invictio, but it was corroded.

The bowels of reckoning, she dared not smell through her nose the horrific ‘air’ that flowed. Blood and steel was what was made apparent here. Though, instead of screams of groans. She heard silence. Dripping. The scary part was like she was alone down here, chilling into her spine and hair. Her mind was blank as it flowed with basic information.

Why was she here again? She remembered a pile of blood and that's it.

She would use Grifor for the gloom in the hideous cavern, but she neither had that or any place in her mind to concentrate. How long has she been here in this place already? Questions couldn't fill her mind. She pressed her hoof to her neck as it seemed just fine, as well as her eye. (Not the other one somehow). She continued along the wall, touching it as her only way to see in the dark pit of the place.

"I .. need to .. keep.. on.." As she tugged on her purple tabard, wrapping the rushing nosebleed in it.

Twilight mumbled to herself as she could deliver mild speech. Through corridors, of stairs and ghastly architecture laid around the.. city? The world? A long nightmare? It was harder to tell. The society that lived here had no coherent sense. The bags on her eyes hastened.

The flesh was molded into the walls, bones used as structure. Skulls as poles and corners. A cannibal's lair? Unimaginative but it was all she got.

She spotted a bleak out cross. She trembled to the out-cove as she saw outside of the 'room', miles and miles of what looked volcanic. It was expansive as it reached to fog. A figure sat on a rock, his brow looking depressed as he shaked and mangled himself. She couldn't remember who he was, if they ever met. He looked at her and spoke like he was gasping for air as his eyes bulged, at any moment popping onto the floor. "Twilight? Do you know who I am? What you did?"

She blinked. "No."

He exhaled through his broken lung. "How can you not remember? How many could you have killed?"

"I stopped counting in the first decade."

"I see. I see.." He twisted his deformed head like it was made out of clay. "Where are we, Sparkle? Tell me this."

The Alicorn did not know the answer. "The afterlife. I killed myself. I think."

"We are IN HELL."

"Everything is twisted. Every.. memory.. I know not even my own name." The deformed pony shed tears. "Not my own name.. youngling."

"How?" The old alicorn asked. "Things are not what they seem." Blood flowed from his mouth and from his bloody tears as he couldn't blink. “We are mice. Mice..” After that, Twilight could have killed him but he left him be. No sense to kill the tortured.

Hell. Should have known from the top of her head. Whatever the fucking old bastard was saying. It was true. The All-Slayer did deserve Hell to begin with, but she thought she would have some recollection of being here. Her own death. At least seeing a army of demons go past or the moans of lust. She read much on death. Well, whatever the afterlife told it was just stories. Being here seemed unreal because it was. Imagining her own destruction seemed like a wish.

She resumed with her stroll through the underworld, now a bit more mindful of what was happening. Her memory was still cut in half and her bruises plenty from that close encounter with that fucking rope monster, but she knew she was in the deep. It couldn't get too boring here all things considered.

A sanctum came closer, it was more of a catacomb. Skulls watched the steps of every visitor. The matted ground even had a sense of death as dust was everywhere to be seen. A voice called out.

"Whoever that is. Come here." A pony awaited as he looked at hammered skulls of the dead.

"What, another broken figure have to describe his thoughts to me?"

he turned his face to the left-

It was Raul.

His massive appearance freaked the old lady out, the shadowy figure she had beat sometime ago fully rejuvenated as he gawked with those black eyes and almost burning tail. He wore bronze plating for his boots. "Raul.. how are you in the underworld?"

"AH! All-Slayer." He took time to say his words from his croaking throat.

"Good to see you. My only weakness is tea. Green fucking tea. One sip and I am on the ground immovable, Twilight Sparkle. You know this fact. Some fake Princess Celestia poisoned my cup with it! The faithful one would know not.. I cannot die.. but this is like a fade into what it would be like. A temporary portal. I cannot walk around much before it is done. But once I do, there will be resolving to these actions. Much resolving." The black-haired stallion looked at the All-Slayer again. "How did you end up here?" The company between them became more of a conversation.

"I.. don't know."

Raul didn't change face. "Alright, guess I am your 'tour' guide. Old friend."

The one-eyed frowned. Her grey posture looked ready to punch him whenever for their chaotic meetings, but she couldn't possibly let the info go to waste. His foreign tongue was like voodoo. "Slayer.. do what ya must here. You will need to cross the prisons. It is for every sin that you commited. Be prepared for chaos."

"I have always been"

"Yes. And you seemed to have die somewhere along the line saying it."

".."

"Listen." Raul spoke out. "Don't lose yourself here. Not like Pestilence did. Your one of your talents than thousands of generations ever could be. One of the many, but few and far between them all. You understand the pain of time like I do." The Slayer raised her eyebrow. "Right?" The black bearded Stallion then handed her something. A coin made entirely of melted crowns. "What is this? A bomb? Did I just touch a damn poison from you?"

"No. I never joke." He said with a straight face. "It is a token from a Equestrian civil war. Keep it. You now have my respect All-Slayer."

She looked at it closer. The ponies were shaking hoofs.. It was for peace. It was for friendship.. Raul always called the wandering killer 'Old friend'- It was not something she enjoyed being associated with. Always found the lil' devil annoying. But now.. The All-Slayer now had a friend. Now, not just alone in immortal suffering. She didn't know. The veteran Princess just didn't know how to accept someone caring for her.

"Get on with your quest, Raul." The unicorn looked down.

"That is so. I must do what I can. I am War after all." He finally blinked. "Goodbye."

Raul went on his way as the Slayer looked at his back- She didn't know if she appreciated the advice or was getting tricked. Either way, she needed to recommence the trip. The abandoned tunnels turned into halls which turned into fields of glass and sharp rock.

One hoof shook up the dead from the ground.

Skeletons. Rising from the ground of ash. Oh, how generic could that be? They had nomadic symbols and tattoos all over themselves.

Flesh was still attached to their skinny bodies as their eyes had been mashed or liquidized, spilling everywhere. The undead rose towards her in a cracked fashion, dragging and carrying their bones with them. She grabbed the first and broke the cranium of the first undead mongrel by shattering it into a nearby sheet of rock, it's head breaking into the same. She had to run, The All-Slayer couldn't fight all of them as they were amassing in a fleet, ready with all sorts of weapons and body parts.

Tensing up, the army of the undead was not too far behind as she tried to climb a headlong cliff. Her body and mind capitulated to the point. Goddammit, if only she had the sword.

Magic. Twilight had to use magic now. Which spell was it? Twilight thought hard about it through her frost covered head. Through

Avara..

Yes, Avara was the word.

A bright flash of light appeared, golden in color.. It was a damn frost giant! A creature undiscoverable. Well, she wasn't expecting that at all. It helped much. As soon as It was released, it vanquished as much as you think with it's blizzards. It kicked around the piles of bones until they were dust in the ground. It had no trouble disposing of the vile zombie want to be's.

The caped one continued climbing the rock, breaching her skin with bloody cuts. She felt something big grab her leg.

It was the goddamn frost giant! It wanted more to fight she guessed. Wanting to hang on with dear ol' master.

She kicked the monster with the back of her foot. "Get away from me, you foul bitch.”

The frost giant was stunned as it was shunned by it's own creator. And through that catalyst of events, sat as it melted.. Into water and flesh inside.

Finally the top of the tiny mark in Hel. It all looked the same but she needed to continue going somewhere. She had strength for some reason. "Ahh..." Her hoofs looked gruesome. Her hair even more! Dungeons and mazes of prisons followed. It seemed like never-ending halls of cells. The prison was filled with a uneasiness, as rotting walls mixed in with bars of iron. The first cell the All-Slayer got to, a rabid Macintosh slammed against the cell bars and screamed with so much contempt as it looked like he was brushing his teeth with barbed wire.

"WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE ME, SLAYA! WHY! MY MA! MY SIS!"

She didn't even look in his direction as he begged more and more for her to 'save' him. There will other figures locked forever away in their cells. The next cell up was Rainbow Dash. She had no wings, a ripped belly and fucked up hoofs. She could barely talk, moreover breath but she kept a dull expression of life on her bloody face.

"Y..ou didn't save me in time.. Pink.." She closed her eyes and moaned in pain as the pegasus held her esophagus and falling stomach from dropping to the floor.

Twilight shook her head and continued down the spiral of the cell of bodies. It became more of a mental ward throughout as it became more and more refurbished, just like going through time. There was the master of the bell himself, Grogar. But he couldn't say a single word, his tongue was cut from the mouth. He just stared with intensity. She stared with intensity right back.

"Grogar huh?" She spoke. "Bells are too old fashioned."

She clopped away, leaving him to his rumbles.

Everyone Slayer killed was here somehow in someway but she couldn't check every single damn corpse. But she sensed it just wasn’t right. Out of thousands of Starlights, none of them seemed to actually know her. They were just afraid in the corner or back-talking her to the heavens (I wish it was true). It was a bit strange.

She followed the path of apparitions. The cloak illuminated her cut up face.

Howling wind grew only louder as she approached a door of sorts labeled with a pentagram. Moving inside, she could hear voices from the deep chasm.

Miss T sneaked from behind as her bun wiggled. Through a hallway of deeper superstition and walkways that made barely any sense, like a labyrinth. Nothing made sense here. Hell wasn't relative.

It was a demon. Or what looked like it from the stories. Black horns coming from the sides of his head. Wings of a vampire. It seemed to be a craftsmen & blacksmith as well, making various pieces of charcoal from a molten pot by it's side. A mysterious vigor was on the table.

She snuck, or began to until the Demon turned around to face her. It's eyes were a shade of grey as it's nose stretched a a dopey length. A sickness was upon him, as he drew boogers from his nose.

The All-Slayer peered. "What a ugly one."

He began to speak in cryptic code. She couldn't understand what he was saying.. where was she? Something happened to her but she continued towards the mirthless thing in front of her. As he said more words, Sparkle smacked the demon's mouth and continued punching it under the chin and lips until it was a mass of bleeding gum in her scarred hoofs.

Then Sparkle looked more into the substance in front of her, as she drank from it without thought or mistake.

...

The old Alicorn was shocked, flooded. She could feel everyone's memories. Her first kill. And all her murders played out on both sides. Brutal. passionless. She- she drank more of the liquid. The old lady recalled. Hell was a place for forgetting.

She remembered why she killed herself. All the horrifying actions. All the dreams.

"Glimmer." Twilight widened her eye. "Glimmer.." She paused for a split moment, recalling her fate. Her mouth dropped a slight bit.

She seeked the truth.

The Demon's memories led her to a truth she thought she would never find, The All-Slayer dragged the dirty beast and chained his injured body as she dipped molten gold onto the whore. It shrieked.

The merciless Alicorn got it finished. The body of the demon was a gore and mangled, burnt flesh and gold.

She knew she had to get out of the underworld some how or another. She had people to see.

"NOG NG LLLL AH'N'GHA EPSHUGGOG!" The clashes of feet slammed her mind in a heavy-hearted way. Was that a rally call she heard? It felt like thousands of voices became her head and mind as it gashed. It made her go nauseous, nevertheless old Twi ran back from once she came.

There were Demons now seeking her by name. They found her by the entrance, ready with their bawling expressions.

The Spell! She didn't finish what it could be completely, but since she regained her conscious she wanted other thoughts. "Let's.. try this again." The Twilight stumbled but kept her posture and breathed- "Avarai wu." The head honcho of the posse had his brains freeze up in his own head. The ultimate brain freeze. It yelled out for a few seconds and fell on the ground lifeless. The others bum-rushed her but they were met with the same fate.

From the awful posters, she saw something from the edge of her eye. A poster of Grifor beheading certain Equestrian figures.

What a surprise. Sparkle was praised in Hell. Or atleast the sword was.

The necropolis sprang with insane nature as more recognized the tales of the killer.

As she continued to brutalize creatures and bring beasts down, a little demon came around. It gave her a note that read:

Dear Princess Twilight,

It is a honor to have you on our grounds.

Your underrated service to Hell won't go unappreciated or be deemed as remotely unrespected.
They all had it coming eventually.

Let's have a party shall we? A toast for your arrival?

It will be soon.

-Abbadon, Event Duke of Hell

[A Visit]

"Event Duke of Hell." She read the phrase to herself. "A party man?"

Suddenly- A flash of light engulfed her. She was teleported to the place itself. It reminded her of the times in Yakyakistan. The structure was definitely sophisticated, but built from tribal hands over the ages. Splatters laid the foundations as there was pressed marks everywhere on the floor, like they were put there when concrete was still solidifying. It made the ground really stupid to walk on as she slipped a few times. The slayer proceeded to some-kind of massive bonfire. Lights made it look like a industrial rave of sorts, white, gold, pink flipped on and off occasionally.

There was a ominous figure, drinking from a pagan-like goblet. He looked unsteady from his appearance as he grappled with himself.

"Welcome to the House of Lies, Twilight Sparkle." The pale duke saluted. His gruesome hands had seen some work, they looked partly chewed off. His face didn't look so well off either, as it had been whipped several times before and he had no eyes! It made for a irremediable appearance. "There you will see sinners boiled in black tar pots - and over there lovely corpses being eaten! Ah cannibals, you must enjoy them while you're here. True dinner for champions alike!"

Old Twi garbled. "I've never eaten ponies. Not enough sanitation for it. Only for desperate times."

"Desperate times? You are tellin' me you've never felt the compassion to.. eat one of your pals? Or emotion? Some kind of sick goal? But desperation in troubling times? Quite boring. Sigh.. Let me introduce myself first. I am Abbadon.. a general of hell. A duke of it if it was ever a monarchy."

"Hmm.. good title for anarchy. Sounds like the wealth is on blood."

He opened his mouth and expressed his rotten teeth. "Are you judging me.. in this moment? Very lovely of you! I love insults! It's quite joyful. "

The Slayer cleared her throat as he saw his completely shark-like teeth. "I mean.. it's not a bad title."

He roared. "What is, Twilight! You have your own! Said through the places of folktales! The All-Slayer! THE ALICORN BUTCHER! Hot-fuck, I loved when you gashed out the teeth of that Princess Cadenc-

The All-Slayer peered at him. "I want out."

Abbadon paused in his sentence. His orifices squeezed with tears of pain coming out. "You want out? There is no out. Only salvation and luck." The bonfire behind them only grew higher and higher as it reached the top of the stone structure. It was truly hellish as the workers walked in a trance around it.

"Quite clique."

The demon argued. "No clique here. Just facts."

"Facts can be changed. Everything can. It's the matter of how many lies you will be told before then."

"Hmph. I would know it better than you, being here for countless millennia. So much better than that 'life' you are trying to catch again- and you're exactly right. But in Hel, there are forces. Forces of ultimate sin. Not that easy." He came closer to her and whispered in her ear, she not even being phased. "There is something beating within you. Explore.. the power of the mind.. It is sleeping inside you. Memory is a thing taken from prisoners here. So they can never escape. Not even from their own mind. We could have kept you here forever.. but there is something to sacrifice."

The Duke held her head and closed his useless eyelids. "We don't have heroes. We don't have mercy.. We don't give creatures a good life. But neither do you." Abbadon opened his dried sockets again.

The demon smirked. "Heh. I'll give you another chance. Since the blood you've sworn has fed these useless freaks for decades."

The pale skin of the slave master just became paler. "For thou to escape. You must take my heart to escape from the gates. It is the key. Any royal demon has the ability to provide these keys. Most would strip your flesh outright before having anything to do with it.. but I'm.. more composed." The slaves and other dwellers got up slowly to look at this intervention.

"Ah. That's why you have stitches. Couldn't reheal."

"Hahaha. Yes. The process makes it the weakness for immortality. The severe punishment given." The demon stared at his chest. "It's a challenge not for the light of heart." He held his hand where it berated. "They try. But I don't get resurrected too many times, Sparkle... Not by dumbasses."

She looked at the heart and at her bruised hoofs.

"Kill me. Take my heart."

Raising his eyebrows, the duke assured the All-Slayer. "Do not worry. I will come back in a another thousand years."

Sparkle blinked her eye. "Exciting. I don't care."

"I know you don't!.. Well, go on!-" The duke pressed his chest forward.

"Great..."

She took a breath, whatever that ment in this world, and gradually pushed her hoof forward through the bandages bit by bit as it stuck onto her like a spider web. It was busting into planks of wood, she even had to punch it a few times with fierceness. He moaned in pleasure as the All-Slayer tore through the stitches on his heart and took them out, gashing blood on herself as she's done countless times. He had a plain smirk on his face as she mutilated and twisted his heart from his veins. It was like nothing she grabbed before, it was like rubber. She ripped it out with the force of a thousand bulls, like a buzz-saw blood poured. Abbadon looked emotionless.

"You know. Everything get's twisted here. Time and shape. But you proved spirit."

"Damn. Now the void. Enjoy the heart... You.." He fell over. "earned it bitch."

With magic to help carry the heart, Twilight scared off the watchers and maggots.

"Fuck. I have to carry this scrap some other way." She lacerated a cloth and wrapped the bleeding heart around her flank as a belt. "There. A brand new clothing line."

She fought her way through the structure at a time. She ran up the coated steps of a flight of steps, using magic to push monsters down as Slayer kicked their heads open. Puss was more apparent than blood as it sprayed her leg. Twilight got out of the tribal fissure and straight into a new one. The fog she saw earlier drew closer and there was nothing but corpses that formed hills. Old twi and her cape crossed the pits, a pegasus tugged on her leg and looked at her.

"Are..you a angel?"

"I did come from a church." The Slayer pushed down her eyebrows . "You can say I'm Hell-bent."

"Ahgh.. Bles.." The wounded fella couldn't even say his words as Slayer left him to his own decline.

The ancestral gateway the cloaked alicorn walked up to looked tribal as well, bones hanging from rope and markings everywhere:

! Ph'nglui epgoka gn'bthnknyth ymg' mgepmggokaog !

"Really hope he didn't just get this tore out for a lie." The Slayer expressed as she looked at the organ. "Let's see where this goes." He took Abbadon's heart and placed it in the hole. It lit up for a short time before the elevated gate opened to only a mountain of dust.

"I guess more climbing for me."

She climbed the steep incline of rock and asphalt. Light finally appeared as she was sucked into it.

She felt her body crushing within itself, rattling in a twisted form as she was 'rebirthed'. Mangled without any kind of stop. Bones tangling as what seemed like a seizure.

The first thing Twi felt was the cloak on top of her, guess she came with it in surprising circumstances. It did hurt, but not as much as having fucking spikes pierce her to wake up. She opened her eye once again, she was on the floor of some jamboree. She was in a ballroom with the audience just looking appalled at what happened, their eyes gazing at her form as some glasses were split. Her cloak soaking up blood with a hint of wine.

She looked at one of her hoof, it was completely red as more hemoglobin dripped from the rip in the middle. She stood up as best as she could, feeling her own weight could crush her down.

She was alive, once again. She breathed the air. Clean with a hint of wine and growing insane crowd talk.

She looked around once more as she saw in the corner of her eye, Starlight, spike behind her and the two princesses of the light. Starlight looking as brutally torn as her, scars across her face as fear and confusion was smeared onto her face. Her mouth was in shock, as it opened.

She awoke into a new body as it reformed into hers. A dead Twilight. She still had the damn eyepatch. It seems at another battle to break time itself.

“I .. can still win Twilight. If this is just another form of yours.”

She just kept staring at the crowd, her zombie-like posture as she got adjusted from this out of body experience.

Glimmer talked once more, her skin turning ghostly. “I hope you changed for the better.”

She focused and closed her eye. "Grifor come."

She raised her hoof in the air as- the blade came back.. Fading into existence as soon as she needed it.

The universe didn't want this to happen- It made the blade screech as space and time scratched the immortal blade. She just didn't expect it as she looked shocked.. The blade was still clean as a mirror besides the lined scar that developed the entire side of the claid.

"Well.. atleast there is no dust.."

All of them looked like they saw a ghost.

With a drooling face of blood and eye as deathless as her’s, it was difficult not to look away. Now they were frightened, scared like the rest.

She looked over with a hungry face.

“I don’t care to fight petty. Get out of my way.”

She turned around and saw about a dozen guards coming into the festivity after her and the mess of red apocalypse.

The princesses stood their ground. "We'll fight until you're ash."

The pestilential figure turned around. "Cremation is one of the harshest."

She walked like a corpse up to Starlight, and as she charged her spell, The blade of Vengeance sliced it open as it turned into two balls of magic. The All-Slayer aimed for her foot to take her out of battle as it was sliced like a slice of meat. She tripped over it and moaned on the floor with the bloody stain as her hoof was cut completely off afterwards.

She teleported out as the Princesses gasped at this nonsense.

She teleported by a river. Pain was in both the Slayer and the claid, she could feel it bleeding.. Twi crawled to the shore, being absorbed by the flow of the thermal stream. She fell down as she looked at the countless stars above. With her bleeding hand, she pressed it against her heart as she felt the warm heartbeat besides all of the grueling suffering. What a strange thing. The All-Slayer appreciated life more it seemed as water flowed through. The invictio could be patched up- but for how long, she didn't know.

Things happened quick. For such a life Twilight had, she could tell she had atleast some fun.
"Hmm." She looked at the scratch at her blade. "Scratches. Cuts. Scars. We both have them now. We still have a goal."