Standing at six foot-five, his upper body was rippling with muscles, evenly toned out underneath his dark red fur. His lower body was a dark gray, matching that of his shaved down Mohawk that went halfway down the back of his head. His curved horns were still there, but his mouth no longer sported his goring tusks. Instead, they connected to his horns and ran close beside his face. His eyes were a harsh red, and battle hardened, accompanied with a body littered with scars, his arms, chest, and back were covered. Even his face sported a long one going across his face diagonally.

His name is The Butcher, the Entity of Rage. Right now, he wasn't feeling much rage. Even since he appear in this world, he felt nothing then Willpower, Hope, Compassion, and his opposite, Love. He notice there was little Fear, Avarice and his light, Rage. Butcher did admit one thing, this world had new challenges for him. He's faced down a horde of dragons and proved himself the stronger, taking a few of their fangs and chiseling down small enough to make bracelets around his wrists. Butcher traveled farther, seeking the beasts that dwelled within the Eastern Everfree Forest. Many a deadly creature were said to dwell within, to Butcher, it was just another forest. By the time he had left the forest, he wore a necklace made of the claws of an Alpha Ironwood Timberwolf. That creature was particularly fun to fight, so he gave it a quick death.

At one point, a large manticore foolishly tried to attack him. He thanked whatever forces that were, because the place he was going to was getting colder and he needed a coat. Now donned in his manticore skin cloak, and his ax, the shaft was at least five feet long; the ax blade was a dark crimson, bearing the symbol of Rage, his symbol, slung across his back, Butcher soon reach a place that was fill with flying creatures he learn were call Griffins. There was no downside to his new body, he need rest and food in order to keep going.

The Entity of Rage pushed open the door to the tavern and took in the surroundings. It was a fairly large establishment, big enough to allow him entry and free movement. Many chairs and tables were set up all around so many griffins can sit if they don't fell like flying. The Entity of Rage then walked towards the bar area. His hoof-steps thudded against the wooden floor; shaking some of the tables he passed by. He then found an empty stool and sat, luckily it supported his weight. A few Griffins was shock to see a Minotaur in this parts. A female Griffin was nervousness about going up to him because no one ever saw a Minotaur this big before. None less, she walk up to him and stare.

"And what do you want?" Butcher growl making the griffin take a few steps back.

"Is-s-s there a-a-anything I can get you s-s-sir?" The Griffin asked almost scare out of her wits.

"Whatever you severe my kind is fine." Butcher said, reading the fear off her.

There was no way he was using Parallax's light. Rage was his light no one else. As he wait for his order he was soon join back four other Minotaur's. The leader was about as big as him and had brown fur above his black half. He had two horns that come form his forehead and went over his eyes before bending up. He also had red eyes.

"Never seen you around before. Where are you from?" He asked.

"None of your business. I'm just passing through." Butcher said rudely.

"Ah, a tough guy huh? Well then my name is Houghton. How we going a few rounds?" the brown Minotaur said.

As much as Butcher would love to fight him, his body wasn't ready. Soon the female griffin came back and give him his food and drink.

"It will have to wait. I need to eat." Butcher said and pick up his sandwich.

Just as he bit into it, the tavern door slam open and another griffin flew it. It was Gilda and she started to look around the room until he eyes fell on the brown Minotaur.

"YOU!" She shouted flying up to him.

Butcher could feel the rage coming from her. It was impressive amount of rage, also matching his.

"Look at that. The weakling still hasn't learn her lesson." One of other Minotaur's laugh.

Gilda just growl before turning back to the one know as Houghton.

"You cheated! You told me we were having a one on one match!" She yelled.

"Cheated? My dear Griffin, we never made the rules, you just started to attack me after I was talking about your king." Houghton said calmly.

Gilda growl ready to fight right here and now. She then turn to the sound of someone move a chair and saw Butcher get had he finish his food and drink. He place some bits down and look at Gilda.

"You have great rage in your heart. It almost matches mine." Butcher said.

"Rage?! I'm furious! I have lot more rage then you!" Gilda shouted.

"I doubt that." Butcher counter.

"I take you want to go another round then?" Houghton asked Gilda.

Gilda turn back to him and growl.

"I'll take that as a yes. Very well, let's head outside." He said and the Minotaur's and Griffin when outside.

Butcher stood there for a while before follow them out, wanted to see this fight. Once outside he lead on a stand, making sure he doesn't crush in with his wight. Houghton and Gilda look each other before Gilda spoke.

"Your minions can't help you this time." Gilda said.

"Fine by me." Houghton said and lowly his head.

He charge at Gilda who flew into the sky to dodge him. She turn around dive at him. Houghton just smack her away as he turn around. He then ran up and grab Gilda and slam her hard on the ground. Gilda kick him off and use her talons to scratch Houghton face making him cry out in pain. Gilda smirk as Houghton remove his his from his face to show he had scratch marks on his face.

"That's a nice look for your ugly mug." Gilda laugh.

Butcher snicker as well. He was liking Gilda, she seems like a good host for him. Houghton roar before his muscles grew a bit and charge at Gilda once again. Gilda took to the skies to dodge again but felt something grab her foot. She look down only to see Houghton had grab her foot. Wasting no time Houghton slam Gilda back on the ground before toss her in the air and headbutted her. Gilda was able to grab the horns making sure they didn't enter her body. But Houghton grab her foot again the slam her on the ground once again. He then grab Gilda and lift her back up before punching so hard she left a imprint of her body in a build. Gilda felt out and found she couldn't move.

Houghton step up and look at Gilda. There was clearly something in his eyes that Gilda didn't see. Houghton rise his fist and brought it down. Gilda was too out of it to see the fist coming down on her nor she she see something red get in front of her. It was Butcher! He had caught the fist and snorted.

"She down and has no way for fighting back. Do not kill her." He said.

In fact this little scene remind him of how he was born, born from the very first act of murder. He may fight, he may kill, but he never murder anyone. That was one hate, he did not like. True, some of the warriors that use his light cause murders, but he was born from one so he didn't know to use that hated no matter what. He push Houghton back and remove his coat. He then took his ax off his back and set it next to Gilda.

"Watch it." He told her and turn back to Houghton.

The two Minotaur's snorted at each other before the charge with their heads down. The two slam there heads, Butcher's combine horns stopping Houghton's horns from cutting his face. Butcher threw an uppercut that knock Houghton back. Butcher punch him across the face before Houghton return with his own uppercut. Butcher punch him once more before Houghton return his our. Butcher caught another and then pull Houghton in and elbow him in the face. Houghton step back now having a broken nose.

"With blood and rage of crimson red, Ripped from a corpse so freshly dead! Powered by my hellish hate, I'll burn you all – THAT IS YOUR FATE!"

Butcher charge at Houghton before landing a punch that shook everything even the sky. Houghton span around and fell on his face. Butcher snorted and turn to the other Minotaur's as if he was challenging then as well. They just look at Butcher then themselves before hightail outta there. Butcher snorted again and walk to Gilda who was trying and failing to get up. Butcher just look at her. Weak, is what he thought of her now. But there was something about this sight that made him have some pity on her.

"You there!" He said pointing to the nearest griffin who jump.

"Where is the nearest Hospital?" He asked.

"J-j-j-just down the street and make a left." The griffin said.

Butcher just lead down and pick Gilda up.

"And what do you think you're doing?!" Gilda shouted.

"What does it look like?! I'm taking you to get those injuries check out?!" Butcher yelled back.

"I can fly!" Gilda said.

"Not with that broken body you can't." Butcher shouted.

Gilda went quiet. She knew this Minotaur was right.

"Thanks." She said, making Butcher look at her.

"For what?" He asked.

"For stopping that Minotaur. I thought he was going to kill me, but I was to busy trying to get over my pain to notice." Gilda explain.

Butcher just snorted.

"My name's Gilda. And you're?" Gilda said then asked.

Butcher turn to her. Her rage had fade, due to the fact she was letting her body rest.

"Call me the Butcher." Butcher said.

"Butcher? How about Butch?" Gilda asked.

"WHAT?!" Butcher roar.

"There no way I'm calling you that. I feel like I'm talking to an executioner every time I say it!" Gilda yell at him.

'You're not far off.'Butcher thought.

"By the way, you're welcome." Butcher said and took her inside the hospital.

"With blood and rage of crimson red, Ripped from a corpse so freshly dead! Powered by my hellish hate, I'll burn you all – THAT IS YOUR FATE!"

Author's Note

And that Butcher the Entity of Rage! I know have all seven entities done. So up next I'm going back to Predator and she going to met an old enemy of Cadance and Shining Armor.