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Hadesscream I:A Moonlit Night.

It was a quiet, dark moonlit night. Luna's moon tonight had an almost crimson glow to it, making the landscape the same dark color. But, the quiet serenity was not to last, for a scream rang out through the night.

At the edge of a town named Dewer's Hollow, DJ P0N-3 galloped through the night. She was DJ-ing at a club when it came under attack by something unholy. She didn't know what caused it, but suddenly her club was attacked by some sort of, of zom-pony. And when it bit other ponies, they, in turn, were made into zom-ponies. Eventually, it was filled to the brim with zom-ponies, and she escaped by the skin of her teeth and made her way to the forest for safety.

Elsewhere at the local police station in town.

The incident at the club had caught the attention of the authorities. But, that was not all, Twilight Sparkle had come with her old friend, Lyra T Heartstrings, to the station to explain what's going on to the authorities. When she did, the police chief couldn't believe his ears.

"What?" Asked the chief aghast at Twilight's story. He was a Pegasus stallion with black fur, and a brown mane and tail, and a police badge for a Cutie-Mark.

"You heard me. this was the work of a vampony," Twilight stated stonefaced.

"B-but, that's an old fillies' tale, Princess Sparkle," The chief said.

"Oh, no. They are very real. And my organization and I have been battling them for generations," Twilight stated.

"Look, I know of the conspiracies of the so-called Hadesscream organization surrounding your family, but those foalish tales are actually real?" The chief questioned in disbelief.

"Oh, yes, but don't worry, we have the best agent for the job," Twilight assured the stallion, smiling in her usual Twilight way. "Rest assured, there's no one better suited for the task."

"Really, I wonder what kind of pony this person is," The chief mused, suspending his disbelief.

"Oh, they're no pony," Twilight stated. "It takes a monster to hunt a monster."

"You mean that your agent is not a pony but, a vampony?!" The chief asked in disbelief. "Why?"

"Ponies are easy to corrupt, in mind body and soul, so, we use someone already corrupted and bound to us," Twilight stated cooly.

"If you don't mind my asking, what's this monster's name?" The chief questioned after mulling over what he had heard for a minute.

"Arbmos," Twilight answered.

A tall, coal gray vampony stallion with a short black mane and long tail walked through the dark forest. He wore a charcoal suit with an intricately knotted cravat, racing horseshoes. Over his suit was a blood red frock-over/duster coat. Atop his head was a blood red fedora with a wide, floppy brim. He also wore a pair of circular, wide framed, heavily tinted orange sunglasses with wireframes and goggle slidings. On his forehooves were a pair of white gloves that each have a five-pointed seal resembling a Pentagram adorning the backs of the gloves with Germane and Old Roaman inscriptions below the circles of the Pentagrams.

"What a beautiful night." The vampony, Arbmos said, taking a moment to take in Luna's sky. He spoke with a slight twang of Roamanian in his voice. "Yes, it makes me want to grab a bite to drink."

After that, he continued to walk normally through the forest to his target.

Elsewhere, Vinyl Scratch was still galloping through the forest, but she eventually grew tired and stopped to catch her breath. Her panting ceased when she heard somepony approaching her. She charged her horn with a laser spell should it be a zom-pony. Coming through the brush was a stallion who was withered and had a bloodstained, gray coat. She was about to fire her spell before three more Zom-ponies appeared, and she recognized all three.

One was her manager, one was a friend, and one was a mare who had requested a song before the attack happened.

Her falter was about to prove fatal as her now zombified manager lunged at her, but a loud sound rang out through the air and blew the zom-pony's head off, spraying blood and bits of its head and skull all over the grass.

She turned, shocked and scared, as she saw the Crimson Pony that was walking through the forest. In a blood-red telekinetic grip was a large gun. She had only heard of them but didn't have time to admire it. The gun fired again, hitting the mare in the head and completely demolishing it. Vinyl's friend ran at the pony, but the pony just chuckled evilly and shot the body, blowing away the entirety of its chest and shoulder.

The pony walked over to Vinyl as it smiled, showing off a mouth full of fangs. VInyl panicked and shot several magic blasts at the pony and ran.

The pony's foreleg and a side of its face had holes in it, but the holes soon closed. Soon, it began walking again, the smile on its face never left.

Vinyl eventually came into a clearing, an old Celestian church in the middle of it. Vinyl, not knowing what to do, ran to the church, she knocked frantically on the door with her hooves.

"Hey, some weird shit's happening right now!" She yelled. "So, please in the name of Celestia, let me in!"

The large wood doors opened and Vinyl galloped in. The church's interior was dark save for a few candles, what she could make out were few. What she could see, was that there were long wood benches on the left and right, a red carpet in the middle of the church, and in the back a large altar.

"Hello?" VInyl called out.

Eventually, she heard a Priest quoting The Celistle, the Holy Book of the Celestianism Religion and said priest lit the candles on the altar. He was an Earth Pony with a gray coat, black hair, and wore a priest's uniform, but the shadows covered his face.

"The unteachables tell themselves: “Celestia is not real”. They are utterly lost, what they do is useless none amongst them knows friendship." The priest quoted. "The Celistle, 2:11. What is it you need, young one? Have you come for a Confession?"

The priest gave off an aura of uneasiness and she could almost hear a strange noise, but Vinyl ignored that.

"Sorry, Padre, but there are zom-ponies out, I only came here for some safety," Vinyl explained to the priest.

"Zom-Ponies?" The Priest asked. "Well, I think you mean the Saved Souls."

"Saved Souls? They looked like zom-Ponies to me," Vinyl quipped. Suddenly, her heart skipped a few beats as she got a better look at the Priest. His eyes were a dark crimson, and his mouth was filled with sharp fangs, curled into an evil smile. Fear washed over the DJ.

"Yes, the souls that were saved from foaish thoughts like "Holiness" and "individuality"," The Priest stated, still talking in his kind manner. Suddenly, the other candles in the room lit aflame, revealing a hundred of zom-ponies all shuffled together near the walls. It was at that moment, Vinyl realized what that strange noise was, the growling of the zom-ponies.

The Priest walked down from the altar, and held Vinyl Scratch in place, sniffing her neck. If he was going to turn her, no reason not to enjoy her first.

At that moment, there was a loud banging sound at the door. Like somepony was trying to break it down. The banging continued until a piece of the door was broken off by a certain gloved hoof. The same hoof broke another piece of the door, revealing Arbmos' body. He punched the door once more and walked through the newly-made opening.

"Well, what do we have here?" Arbmos asked.

"The new ruler of Equestria!" The Priest shouted.

Arbmos cackled.

"What is so bucking funny?!" The Priest questioned.

"Oh, well, I was just wondering. If you were trying to intimidate me, try to be intimidating," Arbmos criticized.

"I don't need to take this," The Priest said annoyed. "Ghouls, kill him."

Then, all the Unicorn Ghouls unleashed a torrent of magical blasts, whittling away at Arbmos' body. Eventually, the shot's died down, but Arbmos' body was bloody and crumpled, his bones and ribcage showing. A large puddle of blood was spreading.

"Now, where were we?" The Priest asked Vinyl.

Before the Priest could do anything else, mist flurried around Arbmos' body. In the middle of the mist, Arbmos reformed, smiling. First, his glasses, mouth, and gloves were there, then the rest of his body formed. He then readied his gun with his grip and shot several Ghouls through the head, then he flipped the gun over his on the left. Now Vinyl had a better look at the gun. It was silver, and large, with a barrel as long as ten inches. And on its side were several engravings. That went as such:

Hadesscream
ARMS 00001
.454 Castle.
Ten inches.

"How, how is he killing all my Ghouls?!" The Priest asked, aghast. Then he saw the gun. "I-its those bullets!"

"You're not as dumb as you act, the Holy Cross of the Ponychester Cathedral was melted down to form the cores of these bullets. When I shoot something with this, it never gets back up again," Arbmos said, continuing to demolish the Ghouls.
Arbmos then flipped the gun over and rested it on his back, and without turning his head, and a bored expression on his face killed all the Ghouls on the other side of the Chapel.

Then, he dropped the magazine from the gun, and loaded a new one in, and aimed for the Priest.

Said Priest hid behind Vinyl, and held her in place, using her as a meat shield.

"Hahaha, you can't kill me now, you'll have to kill this pretty mare in the process!" The Priest exclaimed.

Arbmos was unfazed by this, instead, he began to speak with the DJ.

"Are you a virgin?" Arbmos asked her frankly.

Vinyl Scratch blushed.

"W-what are you doing?" The Priest asked, worried about why Arbmos asked that question.

Arbmos ignored the Priest.

"I asked you a question, DJ girl," Arbmos pressed on. "Are you a virgin?"

"Y-yes!" Vinyl yelled out. Suddenly, a loud, ear-splitting sound rang out, and a piercing pain shot through Vinyl's chest. Blood started flowing from her mouth. And the Priest was blown back onto the cross above the altar and exploded into dust, letting out an unearthly scream of agony,

Vinyl collapsed to the floor and Arbmos walked over to the dying mare, a somber look on his features.

"I'm sorry, I needed to shoot through you to get to his heart, but do you accept your new fate?" Arbmos asked her. "It has to be your choice. It needs to be your choice. So, do you accept the fate I will bestow upon you?"

Vinyl, at first, didn't answer, but she mustered all her remaining strength, grunting in pain, and nodded, closing her eyes.

Arbmos smiled and chuckled.

"This is a beautiful night," He said as he walked over to Vinyl's body, opened his fanged mouth, and bit her neck.