D.N.A: Demons ‘N Angels

“Hello there, fuckers.”

The two demons stand quiet as I stare them down. The one on the robes eventually moves forward, “Hello. We are Chaogat. He is Wavok. It is a pleasure.”

I nod slowly, “I’m sure it is. Look, how about your friend over there puts away his whips, and we’ll be just fine.”

Chaogat looks over at Wavok, and he slowly wraps up his whips. Chaogat turns towards me, a green fire around him smiling at me, “May we talk?”

I take a sip from my bottle, and nod, “If you truly wish, Equestria’s ears are open.”

Wavok walks right up to the table, and slams his whips down on it, “You will either help me, or you will die.”

I take a glance at his whips, only to see something very interesting in them. I tilt my head, “You have some magic on your whips that don’t belong, did you know that? Equestrian magic as well, how odd.”

He looks down at his whips, “What are you talking about?”

I smile, “Well, I could show you and unlock the thing. But, I need you to calm the fuck down before I call Satan in here to boot your asses back to Tartarus.”

He growls, “Your a real fucker, aren’t you?”

I shrug, “Ask your mother, cunt, I’m sure she would aggre.”

Wavok tries to stare me down some more. Hard to do with the bright blue glow getting in his eye. We only stop as we hear the mad laughter on the side of the room. We both turn to see Spike and Chaogat laughing their asses off. They pat each other on the back, “Did your prince just use a ‘your mom’ joke?”

Spike chuckles, “Oh, I believe he did!”

Wavok turns around and shouts at them, “Excuse me! I do not want a fucking peanut gallery!”

I chuckle a bit as well, “Oh, come on, what’s wrong with a peanut gallery? They’re here to point out how accidentally childish you’re being.”

He turns back to me, getting right up in my face, “Your the one that just made a joke only a six year old would!”

I smile, “I know, I do it on purpose. Besides, I’m technically below six years old. You however, just will not shut up and sit down, will you?”

He growls, and throws himself into a crystal throne around the map, “Fine! Just tell me what is on those whips.”

I nod, “Finally.” I quickly worm my way into the magic in the whips, and unlock the equestrian magic within.

Some sort of hologram floats above the whips, showing a man in armor so heavy that not a single inch of him can be seen. He holds whips in his hand, and looks straight forward, “Hello. If you are seeing this message, than the Fatebinder’s teacher was correct. The Fatebinder took on his name, and we all took over the underworld. We were defeated by Kyros, and I sent you here to raise a proper army. My name is Barik, although you know me as Bahl. If you can see this, then you have reached the surface and found peace with the Equestrians. Celestia, maybe Luna, perhaps a new ruler. It matters not. What does matter is what will happen soon. Kyros will know where you are, and he will come. By the time you are hearing me, he has probably entered into the world. Work with the Equestrians, all three lands must work together! Hell, Tartarus, and Equestria. I bow to you, Lord. Make your father proud, and reclaim Terratus!”

I raise an eyebrow, “Kyros? Ordirus mentioned that name.” I look up at Wavok, “This Barik, is he trustworthy?”

He nods, “He sacrificed himself to let me get to Tartarus. He is an enemy of Kyros. We all are.”

I stand up, and start to pace a bit, “But, that can’t be correct. He can’t have entered our world, Celestia or Twilight would’ve felt it and told me.” I look out the window, to a mountain in the distance, “But they’re both in Canterlot...”

—(Canterlot. Third person)—

Archangel Uriel stands on the elevated platform that holds the Thrones of Dawn and Dusk. He looks down upon two alicorns, “Princess Twilight Sparkle. Queen Celestia Ordirus. You two stand accused of seducing your nation into the blasphemous ways of paganism, and forcing them to worship their rulers. You have turned your people away from the terrible and awesome light of God.” Uriel pauses for a second, “But do not think us unfair, Celestia. Our angels have come to both liberate your people, and to offer you a choice. Renounce your false godhood and bow to God, or die.”

Celestia calmly smiles, “I would rather die than bow to one such as you.”

Uriel smiles, “Such confidence. But what is there left for you to rely upon? God has won, accept it. Your guards have been rounded up and disarmed, your people herded far from here. You are in chains, Celestia. Bow, and you can live.”

Celestia shakes her head, “You do not know the tenacity that my ponies carry.”

Rushing through the halls of the palace is a small colt. He wears his father’s oversized armor, and carries his father’s spear in his magic. He is Heaven’s Fall, son of Spear’s Fall.

He doesn’t know exactly what’s going on. All he knows is that his father tried to defend the Princess, but he was knocked out by one of the bright creatures. So it now falls onto him to defend the Princess himself, like any good colt.

Uriel draws his sword as he approaches Celestia, “Then you have forfeited your life. Prepare to meet Hell, Celestia. If you refuse to meet his awesome light, then you shall have to burn for all eternity.”

He swings it down, only to stop as he feels a spear enter into his side. He looks to the side to see a colt standing there, werarimg oversized armor that is quickly shrinking to his form. His flank starts to glow with the image of a spear piercing a halo.

Uriel couldn’t care less about the cutie mark, though. He raises his sword, “You would dare interfere? You would sacrifice your own life for a pagan god? Then you shall die as well, even if you are brave.”

He brings it down once again, only to swing through thin air.

—(Chem)—

I huddle myself around the colt as I get him out of the way. I quickly rise to my hooves, and face the archangel. I smile, “Nice shot, kid. I got it from here.”

The archangel turns to face me, “We didn’t hear about you. Another one of the pagan gods, I assume. Within my name as Archangel Uriel, I swear that you shall pass for this transgression.”