Author's Note

This is the part one of the chapters regarding Brutus's past. Yes, human tag in the last moment you said but I had just realized that is a crossover with a videogame who does featured human, so that was very mandatory. And that was also because the main character is a pony with a human soul.

I tried to not get in this direction, I really tried.

I was figuring out how the main character is supposed to be and how can he or his decision interact with this story and affect it's course.

Also the flashback is divided in six chapters, which the first two featured the main character's human past self.

In other words, it will take a while before the story return into the present.

You know? The one where Cloudsdale has gone to zombie hell and Spitfire and the Wonderbolts became sentient in front of Rainbow Dash... Until Brutus showed up and brutally kicked their assess before taking zombie Spitfire as his marked minion.

I don't know how would you take the story... But hey, I tried to at least.

Enjoy it.

The Bloody Determinate Herald (GRAMMAR FIXED)

"Most of the ponies know me as Cinder Work. Firework seller and maker, book lover, living with an aspiring Royal Guard who was also my best friend and potential fiance. Yeah, story of my life. That would be a normal life... If wasn't for the fact that I had recovered the memory of my past life at the age of 16. Nopony knows that. My name is actually Walken Jaeger. What I have to do with this story? Well... Let me tell you how my tranquility was shattered first."

Walken awoke with a tremendous headache, gripping his head with his right hand. He froze in shock upon feeling that, because that wasn't possible for him. He took a quick look at his body and found himself being intact, wearing a black armor resembling a light, noble attire and long cape. But that wasn't the only strange thing. Walken felt something flowing in his body. A dark power was infesting him in this moments. He was really confused by that strangeness.

"No damn way," Walken murmured. "I remembered what happened. I had a fight with my parent after I had exposed my sister's crimes to the police when the world around me suddenly exploded, burning my body... And now I'm here... But where, exactly?"

He scanned his surrounding, being a strange, volcanic, grave colored cave, almost resembling the inside of a living organism. The ground was made of charred bones, adorned with frozen roots. The air was very cold, contradicting the volcanic nature of the walls of the place. At the very end of it, there was an opened, crooked gate, with doors made of marble, being stained in blood

He slowly rose up with a dumbfounded face. He couldn't either believe at the landscape he was looking at or that he was still alive.

"Is this place supposed to be Hell?" Walken commented.

"You are in the Void, Walken," A unnatural voice said from the gate, making it's presence known.

Walken instinctively raised his guard, having no weapon but his fists. He could hear loud footsteps coming from the crooked gate, resembling the sound of heavy war hammers wielded by giants. Walken grew afraid of it for each time that noise resounded as it get closer and closer to him but tried to maintain his calm and focus as long as he can.

"I don't know who you are but I fought some occasional bullies in the past!" Walken announced with a mere piece of confidence.

"But there's a problem with that," The voice remarked. "I am no mortal, human."

The footsteps became unbearably louder, until something emerged from the gate. As the owner of the voice showed up, Walken's face was instantly marked with deep terror, disturbed by the entity in front of him.

The host in front of him was a bipedal demon like he never saw in his life, slightly surpassing him in height but being taller enough to towering on the boy. His eyes were fully cyan with literal holes instead of the pupils, with a blue liquid gushing out of them. His chest, abdomen, knees, hands, long spiked tail, and sharp talons resembling solid, gray granite, while the rest of his body was made of raging azure flaming ghosts trying to escape his body or simply attempting to attack anything that moves. His face was a hybrid in between a young dead man and a skeletal lion.

Walken was frozen, intimidated by his presence. He could feel his tremendous power exuding from him, although he didn't know how he can do that. He stared at the creature with a shocked expression, not believing at he was seeing.

"What demented avatar of madness are you?" Walken asked baffled.

"I have many forms and only few names," The demon said. "I am known as the Beast."

"You mean Satan?" Walken asked sporadically.

"You are mistaking me for someone else that I don't even met," The Beast denied. "I'm just a devil who had didn't know very much about your world. Just like you don't know this one."

"Why you brought me here?" Walken asked with a inquisitive tone.

"Correction!" The Beast interrupted with a menacingly monstrous voice before continuing calmly, startling Walken. "You didn't died at all. After you body was destroyed, I had reconstructed it while putting your death to a hold. However, I wasn't the one who brought you here."

Walken's eyes widened, with his face slightly deforming in disbelieve. "Destroyed!?"

"You heard that boy," The Beast confirmed. "You had technically died in front of your family. I saw what happened to you, and let me tell you one thing. They indeed believe you to be dead."

"..... So I had supposedly died in that explosion for real," Walken stammered before covering his face with his hands, mortified. "Oh, geez...."

"Deal with it. This is the reality that you see now." The Beast pointed out.

As Walken lowered down his hands, he looked sternly but reluctantly into the Beast's holed eyes. Something wasn't adding up to him.

"Wait, if you weren't the one who brought me there, then who is it?" Walken asked.

"A force that doesn't belong in this world." The Beast.

Walken froze in disbelieve upon hearing that, and shook his head in disbelieve while grinning.

"Another... world?" Walken asked nervously. "This can't be the case."

"But it is." The Beast announced.

That being said, a wall of azure flames raised around Walken, who flinched upon being caught by that. He could feel a unbearable heat. He could tell that the flames were just summoned to discourage any foolish move.

"Now let me tell you the reason why I had saved you," The Beast said. "I want you to be my demonic herald."

"Are kidding me?" Walken demanded angered before chuckling in sarcasm. "And you expect me to trust a devil like you?"

"Tell me. You want to return in your world to have the tranquil life that always wanted, right?" The Beast demanded.

Upon hearing that, Walken remained silent. These words are so nice that he could easily tell he was lying or planning something nefarious. The word of a devil shouldn't be trusted. The books that he read in the past said so and yet this offer was so inviting that he hesitated to refused. That was another reason to remain cautious about that.

"You are lying," Walken retorted.

"Wasn't restoring your body a proof far enough?" The Beast asked.

The brunette boy felt very conflicted about that. Despite the fact that he shouldn't trust a demon, he know he was right about that. Walken couldn't resist this temptation and was about to accept, and for a valid reason if he considered what he had gone through before the incident.

In his life, Walken had a very compromised relationship with his parents, and was ostracized by his classmate and the majority of the society because of his sister Phillia, a seemingly innocent sweet girl with serious psychological issues. She had tortured some of the classmates or even his teachers due to her falling in love with them or because she doesn't want him to have any friends or girlfriend. His parents, being headmasters of his school, knew that, but they either refused to let her get arrested or couldn't say no to her whims for the fear of to lose her. They even forbid him to leave his family status.

Because of that, his life became a living hell. Because of this, Walken had grown bitter toward his family, equally bitter toward the ones who tried to befriend him and eventually developed a brutal determination that leaded him to gather enough proofs that he used to exposed his sister's crime at the police. After Phillia got finally arrested, Walken had a fight with his parents. He leaved them to their fate with no remorse until a car next to him exploded, destroying his body.

And now Walken was there, talking with a devil who asked him to become his herald in exchange of bring him back on his world, so he can start a new life. Without his parents but is still a good life for him. Walken wasn't proud for what he was going to do but he made up his mind. He would have done anything to have that. No matter what.

A grin grew in his face, invoked by his own cruel resolution.

"Let's just say that I will accept that," Walken said confident before pausing a changing his attitude into mistrustful one. "However, do not assume that I like be your pawn. I will just doing anything that I can to take what I want."

"As long as you have a very unique kind of ruthlessness that I quite visible in you, you are welcome," The Beast replied by his choice.

The Beast then made a very disturbing grin, which chilled Walken's blood. The boy froze up in awe for that when the fire wall suddenly lowered until it vanished. Walken slowly recovered his composure and tried to regain confidence, thought that is difficult when the speaker was a powerful horrific being.

"That doesn't mean that I trust you," Walken remarked. "So, what do you exactly want from me?"

"There was a human to whom I had conferred part of my power," The Beast explained coldly. "That individual was a woman named Fatima, the current queen of the land of Cavalier, ruling alongside the King Kirk Gladys, whose mind was tainted and manipulated by her. This lady managed to get out of my influence. She is now planning to use my blood to create a world where humans can live forever. Really foolish."

"A queen, huh." Walken said oblivious of it's implication until he realized shocked of the improbable. "Wait a minute. Queen? King?... Is this world stuck in the Middle Age?"

"Is not your world, so of course it's civilization can be quite primitive for your taste." The Beast replied.

"Great... I ended up into some dark fantasy mcguffin," Walken muttered before returning on the topic. "Let me guess. You want me to eliminate her?"

"That should be done by someone else," The Beast responded. "What I want from you is to eliminate every single thing that would had interfered with my plan. But first, I have a very particular request regarding that."

"Huh?"

"I will let one of my emissaries, Dagon, to escort you under human form. There's at thing in which you must attend."

"Stop being cryptic and just get to the point already." Walken said impatiently.

The Beast's holed eyes widened. "You have a marriage to attend."

"A... A marriage?" Walken looked really dumbfounded.

"You heard that." The Beast said.

"Aaand... For what reason?" Walken asked perplexed, narrowing his eyes.

"I will tell you the place and the objective later," The Beast replied impassive. "Now take your time to get suited to this place that is the Void. But tell me. Do you feel the power that I had bestowed to you?"

"Yes, I'm feeling it. And I can't tell if this is a curse or not." Walken said, distrusting his power.

"You better get use to," The Beast ordered. "Also, I don't think you want to use your real name since you are not human anymore."

"You know, with this dark power that you bestowed on me, I don't even know if I'm still human," Walken retorted annoyed before growling. "So, you already turned me into a demon by default."

"From this moment, your name is Brutus." The Beast said.

For a moment, Walken found by the choice of name very unusual. But after having considered the meaning behind that, he grinned, actually liking the name. That alone symbolized his newfound, ruthless determination to do what he can to get back the possibility to have a normal life that has been denied by him.

After having learned the Beast's reason behind his request and spent days to learn how to use his powers and his new weapon being a long cleaver, Walken, and his demonic comrade in the form of a gray haired man, Dagon, walked on the land of Cavalier, disguised as knights of a notoriously, powerful household known as Blood. A very strange name for a noble family. He never heard of them, not even in the most cliched RPG games.

As they proceeded in their mission, confusing himself among the other knights, Walken had some difficulty to get used to this medieval world or even socializing with the environment and people. He and Dagon were escorting the two newlyweds being on their way to see the king and formally announce their marriage to him, being Remus Blood and Sylvia Gladys, the king's own daughter.

One thing bothered Walken during his travel, which was his message.

"If everything is fine, I think I will have three new agents of justice at my side. Too bad that you will not meet them."

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Walken whispered.

"Ssssh. Don't blow the cover." Dagon ordered quietly.

Everything seemed to be fine, with Remus and Sylvia having their own good time. It was until they got into a ambush, organized by the knights of king Gladys, helped by other foreign soldiers.

Walken instantly intuited what was going on: The king ordered the annihilation of the House of Blood with the help of armies of neighboring lands. It became a real bloodbath, where no one of the household was spared. Walken and Dagon, however, managed to survive a few soldiers and king's knights with their fists instead of using their powers.

In the fury of the massacre, Walken spotted one of the knight of House of Blood running like crazy in search for someone in the distance. The knight continued forward, fending every soldier that he came across with such animosity, armed with a absurdly, long giant sword. Walken was completely impressed by that.

"Who is this beast?" Walken demanded.

"Romulus Blood," Dagon said as he nonchalantly approached his companion, ignoring the whole chaos happening around him. "Remus Blood's elder brother and Gladys' loyal warrior. He's probably looking for both Remus and Sylvia."

"That beast is his brother?" Walken demanded.

"And outright a formidable fighter as you can see, effortlessly wielding a heavy weapon like this," Dagon said before grinning upon seeing the scene from afar and aiming his hand at the running Romulus. Red lightnings were generated from his fingers and were about to be unleashed.

"What hell are you doing?" Walken asked alarmed.

"This spell will put Romulus into a very furious frenzy, making him kill anything in this path," Dagon said gleefully. "And the best part is that no one in this very battlefield would see that except us."

"Are you nuts!? What if he end up killing even Remus and Sylvia in the pro..." Walken interrupted his sentence, having finally grasped the meaning behind the Beast's message. "Demonic bastard. So these one are the new three agents of justice he was talking about."

"Which is why you had to let me do my job." Dagon said half annoyed.

Dagon's hand has generated enough red electricity to engulf it. It's owner was ready to make his move. His face being marked by a demonic joy in his face.

Romulus continued his search for Remus and Sylvia in the middle of the massacre, only to find them being in the clutches of the soldiers, being about to deliver their execution, much to his rage. In that fraction of seconds, Walken realized one thing as he watched the scene. Taking in consideration the Beast's plan to turn the three tragic individuals into his agent of 'justice' by killing them, Walken suddenly realized the Beast's final move before he could even witnessing it. Of course, that pissed him off.

"Tsk. As if I would be his damn puppet!"

As Dagon was releasing his red lightnings, Walken made his own move, according to his own agenda. He aimed his hand at Romulus and used his power to open a small portal in front of Dagon's electrically charged hand. The lightnings ended up being shot inside of it before reappearing from Walken's hand and instantly striking Romulus's head, much to Dagon's confusion and annoyance.

In that moment, Romulus was engulfed by a red mist, seemingly drowning his senses and blinding him with pure rage. As that was happening, Dagon approached Walken and violently grabbed his neck. The former didn't even flinched for that.

"You must be STUPID!" Dagon shouted furiously. "There's no reason for that move! Why would you even do that!?"

Walken made a smug. "Why so surprised, Dagon?"

Dagon looked at him confused when their attention was caught by Romulus letting out a terrifying scream of rage. They turned toward where he was to see the furious knight brutally killing every single soldier that was in his way. And true to Walken's prediction, Romulus ended up accidentally killing both Remus and Sylvia in the process. Walken was impressed by Romulus' outburst. His face being frozen in awe. He never saw such brutality in live.

After that rampage, Romulus reconnected his mind to his senses. He was dazed at first, but didn't took him too long to realize what he has done. With a horrified visage, he knelled next to them and hugged their dead bodies in grief as the remaining soldiers surrounded them.

Dagon returned his attention to Walken and reluctantly let his neck go.

"Once we had returned into the Void," Dagon said sternly. "You had to explain your act to our master. Go it?"

"Whatever." Walken responded nonchalantly.

Walken and Dagon fled the scene without being noticed, leaving Romulus and his dead loved ones to their deaths. A portal appeared in front of them but no one noticed that. Dagon entered inside while Walken stopped for a moment and turned to see the three victims being suddenly engulfed with a scarlet demonic energy as their bodies were mangled.

With a hint, he entered into the portal, smirking before it disappeared.