Umbria

With much distaste, being chained to the dungeon's walls is my least favorite thing to bound to. I do not know where my domain landed, but I can feel its presence elsewhere near.

I care not for these creatures that took an bold initiative to captivate the deadliest being in the universe, for they will run into despair once I'm freed from my restraints. Yet, it was understandable that these Gryphons are unnerved by my castle's sudden appearance.

That still does not mean they will escape my wrath, seldom of shadows as eyes and ears, for an attempt to dissect my head for their twisted version of science. Well, they got another thing coming.

Krrrchink!

Severing the links from the screwed wall easily with a strength of 20,000 men, it's like ripping a very weak material like foam cardboard. Chuckling darkly, amused to how dense my captors are for chaining me with regular steel.

There is one thing though; one of them has an familiar stench. Corruption.

Absalom, brother to Death, has been slain twice by him. That should've exponentially annihilated the entire existence of Corruption.

Maybe there was a chain reaction contagious enough to contaminated all realms in each universes.

Sighing in annoyance, work is in line for a longer time then. So does breaking out of this dungeon.

Took a closer look to the locking system of this cell, letting out a hum as an tendril slithers from my back and slipped passed the bars. Creeping up to the hole...

Tink

To my satisfaction from that sound, I gently pushed the door open so I don't increase a lot of unwanted attention making a beeline with conflict towards me. Stepped out, seeing what's breaks my heart.

Children that bears equine features and others from this nation. What have they done to deserve this? Horrible individuals should be the ones caged for life of their heinous crimes, not the children. Out of rage, i burst darkish purple spikes destroying the locks. The youngsters were startled by this sudden display of liberation of their torment. They slowly walked out, perhaps in apprehension at the creature they've never seen before but didn't help them feel safe with me wearing my horseman mask.

Stripping it off from my face, shows that I have a face of an humanoid with short black beard instead of being seen with a longer thick hair. To them, I looked like somewhat in the 20s. But, they were shuddering from the sight of my pitch black eyes with white sceleras.

I couldn't blame them, for I am unknown to their lack of acknowledging a being from a different realm.

"Are you going to help us get home...?" Asked a young gryphon, voice resembling as an boy and dressed in black rags. The voice sounded weak, so I detected these kids haven't eaten for weeks. I then appear to look non-threatening, kneeling as i began speaking in an soft voice.

"Yes, child. But pray tell, what tyrannical scoundrel puts innocent children in these depriving dungeons?"

The kids starts to shed tears and begins to sobbing, to show what oppressive experience they've gone through from their behaviour. After 30 minutes of crying while speaking their painful stories of being taken away for outrageous reasons, I just stood there with my head titled downward as my face being masked with shade. It was hard to read for the children, But quickly knowing I was angered by how things run. It's all too familiar from where I have been witnessing unspeakable acts of politics. Humans were just bad from their causeless religions, But Gryphonians were the worst.

After half an hour of realisation what's really fucking up the entire community from political oppression, the government were filled with Corruption! That's just accorded from my shadows, I faced the children once with compassionate eyes.

"My heart cries for your suffering as it hope to strengthen your will one more time..." I said, opening a dark portal. "But I need you all to be strong. Go and gathered your people, evacuate away from here until you're no longer in this territory."

"But...but What will you do?"

"Yeah, how can we know who to trust?" The children asked warily, causing myself to kneel once before them.

"Only gathered the individuals with no yellow eyes. That can only mean 2 things; one, They are long gone. Two, they no longer have every consciousness left in their mind. Their soul is tainted, so they can be undoubtedly loyal to this malicious tyrant. Now Go, eat some food and strength will come back in your bodies." I instructed, getting nods from the children except for the little filly with red coat and purple mane.

"Where can we go...? I don't wanna get attacked by Everfree monsters..." the filly whimpered, only to be hugged gently from me with a squeak from her.

"I understand your fear, young lady. But cast it aside, the black castle will be your shelter for safety. My kingdom." I let her go, "Depend on your allies and you will be protected." Walking upstairs.

"What are you going to do?" The second gryphon boy asked, concerned for the king of darkness.

"I'm going to introduce myself violently." I replied, voice dripping with murderous intent.

The guards for the king were partying in their personal mess halls with their whoring and drinking, while the females were treated poorly and looked nothing more than their plaything. They tried not to cry, But it was quite difficult to withheld tears.

"Fuck, these bitches will not live up to our expectations." the corrupted guard groan in disappointment.

"Well, what did you hope in return? Resistance. That's why we beat them, so they can think twice about trying to chomp our fleshy appendages off." The other guard added.

The captain of this divisions guffaws with cruel humor at the irony of being denied, "If they ever did, we'll just cook em up and make ourselves a nice barbeque slutty stew!"

The guards laughing in agreement over the captain's horrifying suggestion, inducing heart-wrenching terror into the female Gryphons. Praying and pleading for help from their deities offered them silence, a shattered hope.

"P...please... anybody... help us, my daughters are waiting for me...please..." the first Gryphoness victim timidly whispered, her emotions betraying her strength to weep and feel absolutely depraved.

I hear you, miss...

She looked around in utter confusion, "Who -" she was silenced by the veil of darkness covering her beak.

I will send you and your friends someplace safe from this torment. The sinking shadows will guide you right back to your family.

True to the darkness's words, the shadows beneath the Gryphonesses slowly swallows them harmlessly. They are left without a trace, much to the guards's now sudden reaction to this phenomenon. Anger boils within their corrupted souls and screeching disbelief from this misbegotten sorcery taking away their properties.

Knock

Knock

Knock

The knocking echoes, silencing the fury of the fallen Gryphons.

It's like Death standing in front of the doorsteps from outside of the halls, which sets them on edge.

"Are you cowards?! Might be our annoying counselor." The captain snarled indignantly, storming over to the door and about to touch the bronze handle-

Smash!!

The dark gray arm emerged voraciously from outside of this door, gripping the beak with a vice grip.

"WHAT THE FUCK...-"

Veerrip!

The captain was shown to the fate of having his lower beak ripped, tongue hanging as the crimson fluids flowing down. Collapsing to the floor, gagging in agony and his life ended with a sickening crunch from having his head stomped on.

His guards were shocked to the core by this gory display of how he was ended just like that. The arm reels back in and made the door ripped from the screws, killing 5 of the guards from the velocity of an hurling object.

Walking inside, I made my appearance with a soul-crushing glare. Causing the corrupted to now look afraid, drawing their spears and their swords.

"M...murderer!" The guard stuttered, failing to keep the bravado in his feature.

"Murderer?" Tilting my head with a sadistic expression, "Your hypocrisy will not save you from my judgement, you lower life form." I said, rushing forward with a agility that puts an speedster to shame.

Rip!

Rip!

Boom!!

Crunches!

Slaying four of the Gryphons with a heart ripping techniques, effectively landed a powerful double kicks breaking a sound barrier and shatters two of the other guards's upper torso. Hearing their moans of pain were music to my ears, enhancing my ideal of slaughtering the bad guys with different execution styles.

"You unholy bastard!!" The bigger guard bellowed while charging at me with a crude looking mace, slamming the pronged appendages in hope to turning my skull to dust. He smiled in victory and letting out a eagle-like screech, turning his back on me. Little did he know, my bones were tougher than any metal in the entire cosmos. An combination between vibranium and adamantium, you would get Dark Devil's bones. This dooms the goliath gryphon's chances of living to tell the tale.

"Did you see?! I've slain the monster-"

VWERIP!!

His voice came to a halt, muscles and nerves stopped working from the physical rupturing. He slowly churns his head to me and then a look of horror across his face. I was holding his entire ribcage and slammed it on his head, smashing his entire brain across the the floor and specks of them on his fellow comrades.

"Never turn your back on me, meathead. That's one of the very important rules in combat!" I remarked, smirking coldly.

5 of the guards were all that left, paralyzed from the ruthlessness I've given their fellow soldiers. They couldn't move or say a word, they were really starting to regret what they were getting into.

"G...g..go warn the king!" The gryphon soldier stammers, only to be impaled by the black constructs of pikes along with the rest of the guards.

"Ah, Ah, ah... no spoiling the surprises to the king." I mused, walking upstairs to the throne room.

About a good portion of Gryphonians and minor percentage of ponies being escorted to the Everfree plains by 5 children, guiding through the thick acres beyond this dangerous forest. Until...

"You are just too young for this, you need to let us adults do the navigation!" The stallion exclaimed, other adults joined in to support his so-called 'accountability'.

"I'm telling you all to trust us, we were just being told to lead you to his castle." The gryphon boy retorted vehemently, disliking being belittled by the adult ponies.

"We trust him because he freed us just like we're doing you all the favor!" The filly said, coming to his side.

"Then where is this castle? Surely it can't be the castle of two sisters."

"You can't possibly trust that creature, what if he's baiting us to his own personal dungeon?!"

"You are getting us killed anyway, there's manticores and goddesses knows what!"

The adults and the children are bickering over choices of directions, The Gryphonians however have had enough of the ponies's paranoia.

"For the love of that is holy... just shut up and learn to how to believe in these kids." The adult male Gryphon sternly chastised, silencing the bickering.

"Look into their eyes," He pointed at them with his claw, "do they show deceit? Mischief? Even a bit of irresponsibility?"

Waiting for the ponies to answer, and yet they stayed quiet. "Then no. These eyes shows conviction, believing in freedom from all the things tyranny have lashed out on us. If they truly trusted this black-haired creature when he freed them, then we shall as well. After all, He gave them strength to survive: courage. The one I haven't seen in 10 years of political shitstorm. If he can kill our king, then he is now our new one as well!" His fellow Gryphons gave out the shoutings of agreement.

"We may not know or met him in person, try to get a good read on his personality or such... but he's fighting for our freedom. Including yours! So stop quarreling over this nonsense and follow these little heroes, because we have suffered enough. Mentally and physically."

They felt ashamed from this, perhaps it is their fault for being obtuse from their peer pressure of riches and beliefs. Deciding to drop the differences, allowing the children to continue.

"There!" The red filly pointed her finger at the black castle.

"Sheesh... awfully creepy for a creature to live inside that place..." The mare wearing a nurse outfit mutters, wasting no time when they opened the gate and disembarked in the castle.

"Demons!!" A pony squealed in fright, staring at the blackish gray humanoid creatures patrolling the perimeters.

"Calm yourself, woman. Damn." The Gryphoness hissed in annoyance, "They're probably guards for their king, whom was the dark creature rescued me and the girls."

"O...ok."

Ponies and Gryphons settled in each sections of spacious areas, tending to the sick and the comatose. Corruption was the unnoticeable culprit for this kind of epidemic mess. They wished there were cures to depress the level of this plague that long been a hazard to them for years.

All they can do is wait. For their liberators to arrive in his castle and their undying hope for the dark devil to kill what's harming them biologically.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

B-B-BAM!

dashing through the levels of this castle, tearing the enemies apart with extreme physical prowess. These feather goons really thought they could kill a dark devil like a dog, which was said out loud by the prideful buffoon thinking he has the audacity to actually call me out on my behalf of my "vulnerability".

Cackling so hard, already pinpointed his bluff and swept his feet off.

WHAM!!

After reeling my arm back, my fist smashed the stone floor to shambles from the wound widening through with much force around the torso.

The guards are mortified by this excessive amount of violence I was showing, they abandoned their sworn loyalty to the king and flees. Scoffing at their cowardice, I calmly continued upstairs to the throne room. Whipping my hands up and down to rid of the blood adorning to my skin, shadowy auras cleaning every specks off my armor as it do my hair.

I really show no mind to that, bathing in your enemy's blood induces panic and terror into them. But then, A habit has been born due to my marriage to my wife, whom is the mother and queen to all of the death spirits; banshees. I'm actually glad she came into my immortal life when she can really point out the most decent way to look diplomatic before the denizens. I admit, I did felt embarrassed for not considering my appalling appearance before I could meet anyone.

I did not offer anymore of my time to spare my life events, the great iron doors with Germanic patterns engraved all over the Gryphons in armor came into my view. I kicked the door wide opened, coming inside with cutlass swords appearing in my grasp.

The king, royalty of pride, sat there on his seat. Platinum impervious of his fiery presence emanating from his body, malicious glowing red eyes staring at me.

"So... you are the demon my advisors were pathetically screaming about. They jumped out through the window and..." he made a 'splat' sound, "just like that. It's amazing how their bodies can be quite musical from their fallen will to live." He said nonchalantly with a chuckle.

"Yes. I find that comical, when they already know how insane you are. Did it ever conjure a thought to you when they realize you're not the king everyone knows?" I asked.

"Hm."

He stood from his throne and walked over to the window, staring off at the my domain from the distance. "They were like little lambs, with no senses when there's a wolf in their form. They were so dumb!" He laughed roughly. "They really thought I am still King Ironbeak."

I pivoted towards him slowly, preparing a logging execution.

"And here i thought you looked familiar..." I trailed off, swinging the blades down.

thwack!

Skidding back a few inches with an X guarding technique negated the blow of the tyrant's elbow blow.

"Ghorn."

Distorted growling vibrated this very room, the 'king' erupted in flames. Changing the Gryphonian features to the true form of the corrupted construct, hardly aspired to look like a golem at all wielding the stone cleaver and an mace-like arm.

"I'm surprised at you, I really did bear a thought my brother death had put an end to your existence. Yet, I find your capability to reincarnation very obnoxious." I said, sounding unamused by this conclusion best fit for the mad construct's arrival of this realm.

"Perhaps, death did bested me in combat. But when I'm done with you, I will send your intestines to that pale rider as an very sweet gift!!" he bellowed with an psychotic glee, charging at me and slams his mace upon me.

Sidestepped to the left and knelt swiftly, whipped an brutal uppercut to his left side of the hip, causing the disfigured golem stumbling over with a loud grunt.

Roaring in madness at the pain I've inflicted on him, wildly swinging his cleaver towards me slanted. I spun myself in midair dodging the edge, which was almost close to my back, and bounced myself off the body of the stone blade with a somersault over him.

"Wha...-"

Whack!

Hoisted him up in the air with a high kick from behind, landing a bone-crushing flying knee through his left shoulder. Causing him to exclaimed in pain after the loss of his shoulder.

Viciously slammed my heel into his face, rocketed him to smash through 4 floors of this castle and then outside.

Gently stood on the floor before the heavily ruined floor, putting my weapons into disappearance.

"Is this really the best combat you would ever mustered? Corruption had really made you anymore slow, you would've been a dummy for War." I insulted him with an snarky tone.

Ka-broosh!

The massive pillar of flames skyrocketed intensely from the rubbles, incinerating the abandoned homes or blowing them away to smithereens. Suddenly, a enormous volcanic fist headed my way.

"Tremor tilt."

Gripping the air with my fingers after I said that, the gravity misguided the titanic punch and smashed the lower part of the castle. Wasted no time to stand around and goad, spreading my wings and took off into the sky before the floor would collapse.

Gliding around the perimeter, watching Ghorn emerged from the molten ground he made in the form of an amalgamated golem with corpses increasing his size. He looked like volcano titan the new god of war just gouged one eye with an blade of Olympus. This could mean one thing;

It's about to be more than ugly.

"This is the last time I've been bested by an horseman. I will not be put down by the likes of you, Breed!"

Inhaling with amount of oxygen in order to build something disastrous...

"BURN!!!"

Surprised by the raw power of this emission beam, reminded me of that one dastardly beast condoning such catastrophe. I flew as fast as I can to evade the mass of volcanic beam, until it followed me too quickly and slams me into a mountain with nuclear-like force. I am pinned to the rocks as it turns molten, restraining me from making escape to this beam as it melts my flesh away. Thankfully my skeleton's skull was able to protect my brain from this white hot heat.

The golem then hurled himself into the sky and sprung towards me with a gigantic fist ready to pummel me mercilessly.

BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!

He laughs savagely while pounding me with his fist and his mace at the same time, screaming 'burn and suffer' relentlessly. The more damage he makes, the nature of this earth quakes and upsets the crust of it.

Canterlot

The disturbance broke 2 sisters of the Sun and the Moon from their royal duties. Vivid from what natural disorder causes this to disrupt their everyday activities and including their ponies's.

"Sister! Did you...?"

"Yes, lulu... I felt raw prowess, it could dismantle this planet." Celestia replied, aware of the situation. Storming over to the outdoor on the balcony, they were unsettled by the sight of the titanic volcano golem hammering the mountain.

"By the mother..."

Luna became on edge and summons her armor, fierce actions burns from her eyes. "That nerve of that monster-"

"Luna wait!" Celestia exclaimed, halting her from rash approaches. "Look..." she sounded astonished at what she had seen next, puts their worries to the grave.

So did Luna's, yet she is disappointed that she would not get actions at all for her enjoyment.

The whole world watches at the scenery of brutality, the ruthless Ghorn still plummets the king of darkness with extreme prejudice.

GRAAAAAAA!!!!

The immense shockwave from such a roar, chucked the titanic golem away from the ruined molten site. Disorienting him to his fatigue from the sound, shaking his head and witnesses a dark storm clouds drifting over to a destroyed mountain.

Thunder came crashing down with their fury, salvaging the shadows from the cracks of the earth. Shrouding the mountain in a pitch black mist, Ghorn became on edge and charges with a bellow.

"You've had your game, Mad construct." I said, the level of my voice sounded more venomous. A pair of massive arms caught the arms of Ghorn from pummeling ant further, a brutal punch made him stumbled back once more.

"Now it's my turn. We're going to play a game called Splatterhouse!"

The shadows converts into streams, causing the mist to subside and reveal my godlike form. A intimidating wolf god meeting his height with 10 arms and wielding two cutlass swords, the red third eye made the titan shiver since it's an eye of an destroyer.

Walking towards him, urging Ghorn to mindlessly charge at me again. Raising my leg to smash his left knee following with my right blade impaling his mace arm attempting to whack me.

Aaahh!
You mangy mutt! I'LL PUKE ON YOUR CORPSE WITH LAVA!" he bellowed with a nasty temper, swinging a overhook to my face.

I slipped under his left arm and bites down harder on his flesh, tearing a chunk as my other 3 arms ripping it off. He groaned in pain, if not more agonized from his other arm severed as well.

Stabbing him in the gut, digging into his flesh with my dominant hand and curled tightly around his neck with his glowing intestines made out of magma. I begin to swing him around, gaining more speed and releasing my grip to watch him hurled into further distance away from here.

Listening to his infuriated roar, he charges his volcanic beams to try wipe me out once more. His persistence to annihilate me got in return with a devastating red beam of pure anger from my third eye, cutting his chance to overpower me, splitting in half as his lower body goes up in an bloody mess across the ruined country of Gryphonia.

"Wh....why?
Why did I lose? Corruption... why do you not salvate me to the fullest potential...?" he croaks weakly, magma blood streaming from his severe wound.

Shunk

Burying my blade into his bumpy head, and jerks it back from his body.

"Because you are not what you represent, you are a slave to a fallen Nephilim. That's why you are too insignificant to try destroying me." I said, held it in my grasp of my arms.

Cracks

Letting the remains of his head flowing through my fingers like sand, his essence swarms towards the crimson third eye. Earning a few abilities from Ghorn, now able to manipulate the element of disaster:

Volcanic form

Now can trigger this disastrous element into your butchering deity form, only functions from sheer amount of rage.

Volcanic Arsenal

Manipulate all forms and constructs of magma attacks and defenses, including its density.

Titanic Strength

Not only you are capable of volcanic combat, but this enhances your strength to an absolute level. Can now lift mountains, planets, and battle powerful entities easily prior to your existing physical prowess upgraded to an extreme level. Can now generate Tremor Punches with no limitations applied to that ability.

Upgraded Anger Affinity

Your rage emanates a white hot aura resembling a volcano eruption, critically deals with damage against mineral/cold-based concepts and obstacles. Combining with your dark hellfire can also be an devastating final attack.

Axe of Goreskill

Belonged to the Gryphonian god of war, this divine weapon used in siege holds an ability to massacre an entire army with one swing to generate a sonic boom attuned with lightning nature. Failing not to mention, this can be used to teleport to Aeroska and meet certain deities.

I am intrigued with abilities bestowed into me, but I am more interested for the history of this axe. This reminded me of the Asgardian's hunter games that time Tyr accidentally thrown his axe, which the special kind of metal was able to dig a bit deep into my skull. Ironically, he said it was bad aim from his left hand. Obviously he's not used to using his left vessel to wield anything at all because of the never-ending growth spurt of Fenrir, the wolf that will end Odin at the Twilight of the gods. Ragnarök.

Before I could put away this divine war axe to my belt line, I felt pang of godlike presence nearby.

You are not truly an Gryphonian mortal condone of such feats to overthrow the Mad Construct, but it's such a rare sight to witness an horseman doing all the dirty work.

"I did what was justifiable for your people, Goreskill. Why don't you show yourself, war god?" I requested, his entrance was a infinite loads of razors swirling around and formed into one armor for him to manifest his appearance with blood red auras and icy blue eyes piercing through the helm.

"You are a spitting image of someone I knew from the past. Did Ghorn claim your life?"

Immortality has a price,
Yes. Aeroskardians are immensely versatile and strong, but the majority of eternal life isn't easy to attain.

He glances at Gryphonia, ruined from the carnage the corrupted golem occurred.

Although, this saddens me of what happened to this land of pride. My children lived in honor and courage, they are now slain by your hands. I thank you for freeing them,
Dark devil. They now reside in the realm of us Gryphon gods.

Nodded to him dismissively, staring at the land. "Then i hope you will understand this country is still contaminated with Corruption
, which compels me to wipe the face from this planet." I said, a frown across my face. "I am sorry."

Worry not, Horseman.
I notify my family of this....

He sounded wistful, wanted nothing more than to restore his sacred lands. Now, he has to watch them disappear without a trace. He knew this is going to be a tragic fate, for memories where he fought alongside the mortals and partied with him on his merry way.

He then dispersed in razors, leaving me to take care of this mess.

Engulfing the sky-blue hue around my left fist, swinging it back around my side and jolts it into the air.

Cracks

The ground then rumbled after it sounded like a glass shattering, violently created a earthquake and splits the country in halves.

"Chasm suction."

The crusts of Gryphonia begins to crumble and sucked into a void, brimming with indigo hellfire swirling around within. Until there is what's left, sealing the enormous hole and claps my hand, spreading a sheet of sand across the now erased country.

It is done, for I must report the news to those ex-Gryphonians. Why I call them that will be the offer to them as my citizens if they agreed to refuge in my domain. But as king, I must respect their decisions. They might as well gather a lot of votes to who gets to be the leader and representative on the behalf of their new country they'll settle in the future elsewhere. After that's done from counseling, I must assist the Aeroskardian of death to guide the lost souls and of the innocents to a better afterlife.

Firstly, I roam back to my kingdom to give my condolences to the families that lost their loved ones to corruption and unjustly execution.

It aches me to see them suffering badly, a sense of remorse weighs on my cold, black heart. Even they adamantly just reassure this wasn't my fault, I insisted I am to be held accountable. With conviction, I promise to give them more than hospitality. That didn't just stop me from consoling the families, for they need the most to rebuild from grief and angst.

Ordering my servants to escort them to infinite numbers of rooms to their liking, which is obviously constructed by darkness. This is merely like Dracula's Castlevania, numerous architectural rooms by wondrous horror or preferably enchanting.

Approaching in my throne room, there i sat on my dark purple seat of southern hell. Etched with 4 heads of vicious beasts on each sides. Representing as the king of darkness, the Dark Devil. Counterpart to Lucifer, ferocious rival to Satan.

Awaiting for what's coming ahead of me, the whole world confronts soon enough.