Smiting Flames

A dweller of the void walked through the halls silently as he surveyed the humans going about their business. He wasn't interested in any of the patients he passed, or the staff tending to them. No his target was in a corner room at the end of the hall. He simply phase walked through the door. His gaze was met by two large walls of glass that looked out over the city below. The remaining two walls were a soft grey while colors were splashed everywhere with pinks, white, blues, and beige.

The soft beep of machines was the only sign of life as his target laid in the hospital bed asleep. After a moment he ignored the human to look over towards a stand with various pictures on it. The first was a small human happily sitting cross legged with a soccer ball in their lap. A newspaper clip sat beside the frame. The main story was of a deadly crash where a parent passed but a small child lost their legs due to the crash. Its picture was a car smashed front to front with a semi, the front end was in the front seat and it could easily explain how lucky the little child was.

A frown crossed the beings eyes as his eyes darted to the sleeping form, quickly it turned back to the pictures as the next was of the same child. They were sitting atop a rock wall as they had won a contest using just their arms. It was a joyous smile upon their face as they looked down towards the ground.

Finally he saw the last picture of a banner across the room he was in, the childing flexing their muscles as they tried to show they were a fighter. Cards of various kinds were scattered amongst the pictures.

After a few more moments he turned to look over the child of his interest. They laid in the bed, breathing shallowly. One look at the child and you could tell they were about to die. Their chest barely moved, rising just a hair as the wheeze of their lungs straining to take in air was so low even Lasgro in his immense power could barely hear. This child was on the doorstop of death when they had barely lived their life. Yet in their time they showed great pride in their own ability and never backed down. That was to be respected so now he stood there, reaching a purple hand up to stroke the mass of tentacles that were his beard. He sat down in the chair beside the bed as he set his cane against the wall. After a moment he pulled what seemed like a smart phone out of thin air and began looking through it.

He scrolled through his apps, ignoring the usual past times of angry birds, candy crush, and how he wished he could Snapchat at the moment. Lasgro had a job to do. A smile cross his lips as he pressed on an app named The Multiverse. Suddenly the world around him exploded into being as millions of Equestrias filled the room as tiny motes of light. He began whistling a light tune as he filtered through the worlds. Some choices peaked his interest but eventually he moved on, searching for the right fit.

In a half hour all that happened was Lasgro becoming annoyed with the lack of a good fit. In a fit of frustration he even blocked a few Equestrias from his app. Finally he simply put the phone aside as his gaze drifted to the child sleeping beside him. ‘Why should I choose when their soul can do it for me.. Lasgro gave a snap of his fingers before soft blue lines began to crawl and extend from the child’s soul. The tendrils wiggled about and left after images in the air, and with another snap the tendrils began combing through the motes of light.

It was a beautiful dance, the tendrils weaving or wrapping around motes. Soon the entire room was filled with a mix of blue and gold light, the tendrils drew the Equestrias close to their origin soul. All that remained close to the child was a group of six worlds. Lasgro smiled wide as he looked over the six and saw only a few minor differences between them. He stroked his tentacle beard as he thought of a way to pick one before he shrugged and did the best way to decide. “Einy, miny, minie, moe!” He pointed at the largest mote before the rest began to fade away.

Soon the tendrils retracted as he flicked the mote into the vast void around them. It began to expand as Lasgro and the child floated in the stars above the world. They were no longer in the hospital room, but the emptiness of the void as he examined the child.

He couldn’t send them to Equestria without legs or a new form, so with a hand Lasgro reached deep into the soul of the child to pull out past lives. A long line of warriors emerged, each skilled and prideful of their prowess.

It gave him an idea, so he quickly went back to the hospital room. Lasgro again began stroking his beard as he looked through the child’s favorite things. A brow raised in confusion as he noticed a full complete set of Dungeons & Dragons books resting under the table, and with a growing smile he started looking over the various character sheets.

A few minutes was all it took before he warped back to the child and began reshaping their form to fit with their imagination. Soon a purple Tiefling of about four feet floated before him. Twin spiraling horns from from the temples to rest in a sort of crown at the back of the head, deep red hair flowed under it and down to the small of the back. A long tail with a heart shaped tip flicked about as the legs formed below. These legs bent at odd angles like an animal’s, ending in cloven feet. The arms were the same, save color and nails as they sharpened to points.

Finally with the body complete Lasgro say down and pulled a character sheet out. Slowly he began filling it out and started making objects appear for the child to use in the world below. Half an hour of solid book looking and power checking he finished the sheet before pushing it into the being’s soul. It was quickly absorbed with a flash of bright light.

Lasgro smiles upon his creation and gave it a final check over before nodding to himself. Now came the final step as Lasgro began to grow in size till the being seemed the size of a volleyball.

Soon a pair of booty shorts and a tank top appeared on Lasgro, being a light purple and pink gradient. He snapped his fingers as an orb of power formed around the being. Now was the time for the fun to begin, he started tossing the ball up lightly before giving it a good push upwards. Lasgro hopped up into the air as an arm raised above his head.

Smack!

The ball of energy went speeding towards the planet below after a well timed spike front Lasgro. Applause filled the void as tiny versions of himself clapped and cheered at his display of skill.