D.N.A: Demons ‘N Angels

by Chemtest

Rating: teen
Tags: Profanity, Violence, Princess Celestia, Crossover, Death, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, Main 6, Princess Luna, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Other, Adventure
Length: 2146

Hell, and Tartarus combine to march against Heaven. The Anti-Christ finds himself the leader of both, standing in front of the Prince of Equestria.

This story is a crossover between D.N.A and Wrath! If you wish to understand, it is best to read both!

His name is Prince Chem Patton, Element of Bravery, Archon of Harmony, and Slayer of Ordirus. He is a damaged man, forced to face his past everytime he flies or looks in a mirror.

From Tartarus come demons. Wavok, Antichrist, King of Tartarus and Hell. Chaogat, the Lord of Insanity, pledged under Wavok. They will either get help from Equestria, or destroy it.

Kyros, God up in Heaven, has lended an ear to a Spirit of magic from another world. Patton whispers about a heretic world that worships it’s rulers. Kyros moves to this ‘Equis’ world, and Patton is made his new general.

Terratus, Equestria, Demons, Angels, and Ponies. All shall clash, and few will come out. Armageddon shall begin once again.

Published 2019-05-06 02:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-05-07 02:10:44 UTC

Meeting

“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.”

Uriel

I rise into my fighting position, facing the archangel with a grin, “Yeah, yeah, I don’t really about who you think I am. Look, you want to invade my kingdom? Fine. You want to kill Celestia? I really don’t give a shit. But you want to kill a colt? That is a step too far.”

He twirls his sword around, “God could care less about what you think is too far. Your death shall be quick.”

I smile, “Yeah, sure. Why don’t you actually do something already?”

He flies towards me, thrusting forward with his sword. I easily step to the side, and meet his charge with a punch. He is sent in another direction, yet it seems to not do much damage to him.

I nod as I look upon him once more, “Seems you are stronger than I thought. Whelp, looks like it’s time for the big boy fists!”

My hooves are coated with metal, stone, and crystal. He charges at me once more, allowing me to grapple around his neck, and force him to the ground. I punch him once before rolling back to my hooves.

He floats back to the ground, his wings only beating once, “I know this isn’t all you have, heretic. Show me your true power!”

I smile, “That’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? If I show you my power here, you can teach all your archangel buddies about how to defeat me. You’re a clever cunt, but a cunt all the same. Besides, I don’t stand alone.”

At this time, an angel comes flying through the window, “Sir, the guard have been freed! They’re putting up a fight!”

Uriel doesn’t stop looking at me, “Worry about them later, we have a heretic to deal with first.”

The angel looks over at me, and draws his own sword, “Then let us hurry, Uriel.”

Uriel flies towards me once again, and the other angel fires a beam of white energy towards me. I instinctively draw out my whiskey flask, and use it to try and block the beam.

To my surprise, it seems the magic absorbs itself into the flask, making it glow the same amber color as my eye with my Element. I swing the flask into the face of Uriel as he gets close.

It strikes him with stunning force, and it sends the beam of energy back out. It blasts Uriel back, until he slams against the far wall next to the window.

I then face the other angel as I put away my flask. He charges towards me, intent on decapitation. In response, I jump far up into the air, “Discord!”

A giant rubber mallet appears in my hooves, and I bring it down upon the angel. It squashes him into the floor, like I’m playing whack-a-mole. He even seems to pop back up a tiny bit like a spring.

I try to land correctly as the mallet disappears, but I’m thrown off by the new weight on my back. I fall to the ground with a loud thump, causing me to lose my breath.

As I try to recover my breath once more, Uriel takes his chance. His blade finds itself right in front of my neck, “You are a worthy opponent, heretic. Your moral code seems good... from what I’ve seen. Please, don’t squander my offer, Prince.” He holds out a hand, “Join me under our glorious God, and you will become the fifth archangel. Shed your previous name, please. Become Jeremiel, join us.”

I laugh slightly as I regain my breath, “Not going to lie... Jeremiel sounds like a pretty gay name.”

Uriel sighs, “Please, could thou not just see reason?”

I smile, “I am seeing reason here, I just see my reason and not your own. Besides, who’d want to join with somebody who’s about to get stabbed from behind?”

He twirls around, facing away from me, “What!?”

Luna flies in from above me, sword grasped within her hooves. She stabs him right between his two wings, going through to his chest, and rams into him with enough force to send him onto the ground, and remove her blade from his body.

She lands beside me, and helps me to my hooves, “You are alright, Chem?”

I nod, “Yep, totally.”

She shakes her head, “You really shouldn’t be fighting so soon.”

I look over to her, “Well, I am needed for the plan. Remember step two of the ‘saving Canterlot from forgin invaders’ plan? Impossible without me.”

She sighs, “Yes, but you could’ve reopened your wounds. You still aren’t used to your new-“

I shake my head, “I know, I know. That isn’t important. Some colt was going to die, I had to save him.”

Uriel crawls away as we talk, until he flies up a bit, “You have all squandered your chances, you blasphemous heretics. God’s wrath shall come down upon this world like hellfire!”

He flies through the roof, bursting it open. We see angels from all around he city flying into the air, most with heavy wounds and severe injuries.

I look at the one unconscious angel, and Luna does as well, “We shall take him prisoner. The dungeons shall have fun with him.”

I shake my head, “No, no, I can take care of him. I don’t know why, but something speaks to me about him. Give me a room, isolated and alone with him restrained.”

She nods, “Then what about our recruiting effort?”

I smile, “I can take care of that as well. I think you would be best at training our new guards in how to battle angels.”

She looks over to me, “Are you sure you are alright?”

I nod, “Yes, I am fine. Just... something about this angel makes him stand out to me.”

She nods, “Very well then. We shall get you two an interrogation room.”

I smile, “Wonderful. Oh, and if demons start crawling up from Tartarus, don’t worry. I got us some new allies.”