Corruption of Souls

Ch.48

“Damn it.” We sighed after We finished off another large camp, the fourth so far with many smaller ones along the way. Nearby was Siegmar, the boastful Undead onion knight of Catarina from before as I pointed at the main church. “You put what in there?”

“A very big bomb. It’s where the main portal is.” He chuckled when he held up an actual wireless detonator. The inconsistent technology levels of this world never cease to amaze us. “Strangely, the demons seemed to be setting up defenses against their own portal.”

“Okay? Well are you going to blow it up?” We asked him as the army of Skaven soldiers tortured and killed Demons left and right, doing worse to the demons than the demons had to any living Skaven before. Damn Carim was fucked up. We hope We can arrange for them to not invade Equestria. Not even We are this brutal in combat and We sometimes fucking eat our enemies!

“Not yet. I want to know why they’re so scared of their own portal. It’s almost as if something is going to pop out from it and kill them all.” Siegmar reasonably replied. True, if whatever they’re shoring up against comes here we could use it to our advantage-.

“RIP AND TEAR!”

We all jolted at the oppressive roar before a whole swarm of Night Sentinels came pouring out of the church, rushing against the Demons of Hell and quite literally steamrolling them. We were surprised to see the Doom Marines’ armies coming here to fight, but We didn’t see any of them. Are they not back yet?

“My Lady.” A voice from behind us made us jump in surprise before We turned to see a cloaked Night Sentinel standing there. “Apologies ma’am. I didn’t mean to surprise you.” He said with a short bow as two others appeared from behind him.

“Don’t do that! Whew...well how did you get here and why?” We asked while one of the Skaven ripped a demon’s head off with the help of a torture device sadistically designed into a weapon. Why are their catch-poles like that? They’re more bladed than the one from DS1.

“We were sent here in secret by orders from Princess Visilia. She told us to watch over you and the children when she went back home. We’ve received word that our Lords have returned with the Helix Stone. A copy of it has been put in your home. However…our Lords are unconscious at the moment and the one from the sarcophagus named Todd would not come here to lead the charge. He wants to stay and watch over them until they wake up and once they do they’ll come here and take the fight to the enemy.”

“Thank you for the news. Now then, why the army?” We asked as Siegmar thumbed the detonator. The Skaven of Carim didn’t care for him, but he was an incredible asset. If he had high-tech equipment he’d be even more effective than he already was with ancient gear.

Before the Night Sentinel answered, he quickly snatched the detonator out from Siegmar’s hand and deactivated it. “Please, don’t blow up the church. We’ll be utilising it for our own means.” He told him before looking back at me. “Out of anger mostly, but it’s also because we need to protect this world from Hell as well.” He answered as a group of Night Sentinels wielding swords mercilessly stabbed a Baron of Hell to death. Isn’t that a bit of an overkill?

“We don’t want interlopers in our lands.” One of the Skaven men snarled as they approached, covered in demon blood and his make-do tribal-like leafy clothes was wilting from the gore.

“Too bad. You don’t have much of a choice or say in the matter.” The cloaked Night Sentinel retorted sassily. “Besides, you looked like you were just about to get fucked up the arse by some demon cocks.” Hey! We’re here too!

“You want some of this?!”

“We’ve taken half the city and our rear troops are giving punishment by our ancient laws for the atrocities to our lands they’ve committed.” The Skaven growled as he shook steaming demon blood off of his crude hatchet. Eugh, why did We have to remember We’re absorbing these demon’s souls? Our poor soul-tummy~...

“Your laws are of no concern, do what you want, but don’t get in our way. Otherwise we’re going to have a problem.” The cloaked Night Sentinel warned the Skaven.

“We would prefer to have our lands to ourselves. The moment your use is expended, we expect you to leave post-haste.” He snarled.

“Fair enough, but until then, we’ll be fighting until the Demonic threat has been dealt with. Once it is, we’ll leave.” He stated to the Skaven with barely restrained disgust and anger.

“Just don’t destroy our sacred objects.” He told them before walking off.

“By the way, your highness. I don’t suppose you’re against the idea of our King coming over when our Lords awaken? Visilia’s father, King Hydrax.” He told us our mate’s father’s name. Visi never actually went into names often, likely something to do with Demons and Names Having Power or something. If that is the case, telling me this is likely an extension of trust. If not, well, Visi is just a very private person.

“No, not at all.” We said with a curtsy. “We’ll be on our best behavior, though expect some jabs at his physique at least, then maybe us dragging one of the boys or Visilia to a room to blow off steam.” We casually swung our greataxe at a Lost Soul with our tail hands, having heard it’s suicide rush coming from behind. We didn’t even give it further attention like the pest it was.

“He has quite the physique, but don’t expect him to bed you.” He said before drawing out his own sword hidden under his cloak, but We also saw his robotic left arm. Oh~ if that was a lightsaber he’d be-! “Make a Star Wars joke and I’ll hit you.” Not sorry for thinking about it~!

“We just said we would drag someone else to bed. We can’t help making comments with three minds in one body.” We chuckled before We idly aimed behind us and to our left with our Infinity, spraying bullets at the skittering in the bushes nearby and revealing imps which were promptly dealt with. Thanks super-hearing!

“After this is all said and done, be prepared for what you might see from the Helix Stone.” He warned us enigmatically, which didn’t sit well with us.

“Alright.” We replied with unease. After we were done talking, We armored up with Svartr taking her modified original form and charged into the fray where We started murdering as many Hellspawn We could.

Of course, Hell was very persistent and more Demons kept coming at us, especially these new versions. The Barons of Hell now had fiery blades coming from their wrists, a brown floating demon that can summon those flaming skulls and throw them at us, then there was that ONE Summoner, or should I say Arch-Vile that kept resurrecting its friends and was constantly burning us on sight! Thank goodness for Svartr’s natural fire resistance combined with our own innate resistances.

“Die already!” We snarled and rushed the demon, only for it to teleport out of the way before We could land a hit on it. “Get back here!”

It hissed at us as We chased it, using our tails to help us move over obstacles as magic began swirling around our tail hands. It was much more difficult in a combat situation, but We managed to grab onto the hellish necromancer with an iridescent aura and then gasped when We accidentally pulped it into a compressed ball of flesh and bone. “Note to self, don’t try that on friends or important objects when upset.”

“Nice one, Your Highness!” One of the Night Sentinels called out to us before he punched through an Imp’s chest with his fist.

“Tear them to shreds! We will use their skulls as goblets and their entrails as reagents!” Screamed a nearby Skaven, the locals clearly not to be outdone even as their compatriots fell. They continued to rip and tear into the demons like the insane bloodthirsty tide they were. We kinda regret creating this army now, but at the same time they’re damn useful.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought these rats were followers of Khorne.” Commented a Night Sentinel as she avoided becoming a pincushion from overeager rats charging their line of pikemen forwards by jumping over them. The sight kinda reminded me of the Elves and Dwarves working together in the last Hobbit movie, if in reverse. Soon the pikemen reached near the line of demons and dug in before the Night Sentinels jumped over them into the melee as more rats moved into the space cleared by the pikemen pushing forward their phalanx.

“Careful! Our Lord Berserker’s Khorne Daemon Band might be roaming around here!” Another shouted as he strangled a Hell Knight with another’s entrails.

We felt out of place now. With the Arch-Vile down, the demons were losing ground fast. We looked around at the death littering the battlefield and felt sicker. This isn’t what We are about. Sure, We’ve slaughtered demons before, but that was just us against them in vastly outnumbered situations. It wasn’t a brutal actual battle between factions. “Your Highness?” We looked to see a robotic hand on our shoulder, steadying us. “Are you alright?”

“Is it wrong to be unwell in such a situation? One that spits in the face of what We are?” We heaved, feeling like vomiting. Oh gods our skirmishes in the desert and Willow’s week-long rampage look like some nasty fun in comparison to this...this...disgusting display. At least the Lust Demons tend to take prisoners. Also, our poor soul-tummy was on fire~!

“No.” He answered solemnly. “Do you wish to return home now?”

“No. We won’t shy away from what must be done, but these tactics don’t suit us. We’re used to being in the center of the action, but We’d get in the way of our allies with this many people on both sides. You there! You’re losing so many! Can We resurrect any of your dead like before?” We asked the nearest Skaven.

“Of course! Our fury and spite are so powerful there’s no chance they’ve passed on! Return to the tomb and they’ll be ready to get back into the fray!” He declared, seconds before a bolt of light blasted his head off in a spray of gore and cooked meat, making us flinch since he was just talking to us.

“Which way is the tomb?!” The cloaked man demanded from the next nearest Skaven.

“In the forest that way!” Another informed him moments before he too was blown to giblets.

“Oh shit! Where are they getting this firepower all of a sudden?!” We hissed as our companion pulled us away from the line of combat, sprinting towards the direction of the tomb. “Why didn’t they just use it to begin with?!”

“They weren’t expecting heavy resistance or having to fight an old enemy.” He answered.

“Old enemy?” We asked before we got to the forest.

“Us. The Night Sentinels. Remember, we fought with the Doom Marines.” He clarified.

“Well, that would explain why they suddenly started to Fight Like Hell.” We grumbled as we neared the tomb. We ran downstairs as Svartr fully merged back into our full union, leaving us naked as We padded over to the center of the room. We turned to face our companion as the lights returned. We grew to full size while We panted for breath and moaned when our belly quickly began to fill. “Oof. They’re in an even bigger rush this time. We’ll be fine here, if you can supply them with better equipment on the way out, that’d be great.”

“We’ll try.” He said before he sprinted back upstairs.

“Thank you. You’re quite giving.”

“It’s in our nature.” We huffed and lied down on our back as We expanded with our cunt aimed at the door. Hopefully this won’t turn even worse. At least everyone back home is safe.

(<3)

“Well now. This was unexpected.” Good Hunter looked around at the lavish library he’d appeared in, one constructed of crystal and furnished with luxuriously comfortable chairs and carved wooden tables. He looked down curiously at the runed circle he was standing on before looking back up at the nervous looking group of six mares. Two pegasi, two earth, one unicorn and the last… “A Queen? Not wholly unusual to be Called Upon by one, but the last one to do so suffered greatly for her folly. I do hope you’ve taken precautions?”

“Master Huntsman, The Good Hunter, Moon Presence, Old One of The Hunt. I have summoned you here to make a contract.” Twilight responded without preamble, no pleasantries, a bead of sweat on her brow.

“Indeed?” He casually questioned, poking the invisible barrier of the summoning circle and idly watching the unseeable ripples his simple caress caused in the oh-so-inadequate barrier. “Hm, hm, hm. You’re fortunate I’m a benevolent sort. Any more aggressive or unreasonable Old One would have simply slain you where you stood for such audacity. No small-talk? No courtesy of giving your names?”

“Names have power, as I’m certain you know.” Twilight replied curtly. “We need to enter the realm of Ash, but we need protection. I have no illusions of immortality despite my godhood, so with being Undead out of the question, the next best thing was the way to go.”

“Enslaving yourselves to me? How is that any better?” Good Hunter snarled and crossed his arms. “My followers, my Hunters, they are not coddled little children. You would become Beasts within a week, but then so long as you channel your Beastliness properly, even that is fine. We’re not the uncultured heathens we used to be.”

“Would you two shut up and get on with it?! Princess Luna needs our help and it’s not gonna happen with us flapping our gums instead of our wings!” Rainbow Dash, the athletic nearly flat-chested pegasus mare impatiently hovering above the group with a huff.

“I’m pregnant though girls, I shouldn’t even be here…” Fluttershy meekly protested, rubbing her flat tummy.

“I agree, Fluttershy should stay. We don’t all need to go. The Elements are back with Harmonia anyhow.” Rarity declared, placing a hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder.

“I’m definitely going! My great-great-great-great-great-!” Everyone promptly began to ignore Pinkie Pie’s long running chatter.

“My pregnant friend aside, yes. We’re willing to do what’s right, even taking serious risks.” Applejack firmly nodded, approached the barrier and walked into it, ignoring Twilight’s yelp of fear. She then held out a hand to the eldritch Old One of The Hunt. “Will you help us get Princess Luna out of your home’s moon?”

At this, Good Hunter’s eyes widened and he clasped Applejack’s hand firmly with a shake. “Well good mare, you’ve just proven yourselves worthy. Not only do you have the resolve, but you have a goal I am already pursuing. I assume that Princess Luna possesses the Dark Soul?” At his question, everypony nodded grimly. “Then welcome. You must partake of the Beast Blood and sign the relevant contracts.”

“If it’s no problem, can we bring someone else along? She needs to get back home to Ash.” Twilight questioned, gesturing with her head beyond the group and to everyone’s shock, Good Hunter vanished and Arian yelped at being hugged around the neck.

“Arian! I have had my hunters scouring Ash for you!” Hunter declared cheerfully as he nuzzled the flustered feral dragoness with his mask. “It is good to see you safe!”

“Hunter~!” Arian whined, flustered, looking away from the others. “Not in public…”

“H-how did you get out of the binding circle?” Twilight meekly questioned, backing away as the others held her back from retreating further.

“I told you no flimsy summoning circle could stop an Old One.” Arian smuggly stated before looking back down at her friend. “Hunter, I have the Pigment.” At her words, The Good Hunter suddenly began dancing in a disturbing and seemingly reality-hurting time-skip like manner, before he cheered.

“Yes! At last! Perhaps Ash will not be doomed to be a hell for the Forlorn any longer! Arian, fetch your Pigment, we’re going home.” Good Hunter declared before turning to the group. “You’ve done well already. When you venture to Ash, seek out Yorshka and Priscilla. They and their staff will get you all squared away. I look forward to seeing you soon.” Good Hunter chuckled darkly before he and Arian, as well as the large sealed bucket of her Pigment vanished in dust.

“Is this really a good idea?” Fluttershy asked them. “I mean, I understand Luna is important and anything threatening Harmony too much will start the world’s plunge back into destruction, but is becoming a servant, a slave, to an eldritch god a worthwhile tradeoff?”

“It’s a risk we’ll have to take Fluttershy. You just stay here and stay safe. If Discord going in wouldn’t cause Ash to possibly implode from excess Madness, we would’ve just sent him. Besides, we’re old hands at this kind of stuff by now.” Twilight reminded her meek friend, who sighed and nodded. Not all of their adventures were daisies and sunshine.

(<3)

In the Far North, in a land lost to ice. A fissure erupted through the ancient glaciers, crimson lava hissed and bubbled as it surged forth. From it rose a black obelisk which lit aflame and roared as if alive. From it staggered a horribly mutated beast of questionable heritage. Soon it formed properly into a massive Taurus Demon, bellowing as Chaos began pouring forth, the ancient seal finally gone.

A veritable tide of life and fire threw smoke into the sky, turning the constant blizzard black with ash. This tide parted as an utterly gigantic spider with too many legs came forth, the buxom woman atop it’s head sighed in relief when her pale white fur touched cold air for the first time in millennia. The impossibly beautiful white lioness smiled when she stretched her torso the best she could, thrusting her G-cups into the still-freezing air. “At long last. Freedom!”