The scene opens up to a musty old cabin in the middle of the night that is being assaulted by harsh winds and heavy rain.

Inside the crumbling household a person in a ratty cloak, something to keep them warm rather than trying to hide any sort of identity, sits in front of a half-rotten table with a candle with a flame that was barely staying lit.

Letting out a tired sigh the cloaked figure grabbed an ink quill and started to write in a weathered old book.

Day 55. We were able to fend off another attack, but we still lost a few of our own.

The scene switches to outside where bodies are being buried near the walls of a small town as creatures that looked like humanoid horses in varying colors gathered around to mourn the dead. mares who would not see their husbands, foals who would never see their parents, and stallions who would never hold their wives in their arms all mourn their loss, cursed the monsters that took them away.

The cloaked person looked upon the scene through the window of their cabin and shook their head in pity as they continued with their writing.

Even with the losses, I will need to send out another party to retrieve food and information on HIS whereabouts.

As soon as it was written the pony needed to take a moment to calm down. After a bit, the cloaked pony was able to calm their nerves and continued writing.

Call it what you will—A revelation from God, or a curse of the demon king.

When those words were written the cloaked stranger could hear the crashing of thunder and her tiny candle flame started to glow an ominous red for a second before returning back to its normal near-dead state.

Yet this didn’t stop the writer, in fact, she barely reacted to this event at all.

The fact remains that our world came to an end.

A birds-eye view of the lands surrounding this town. Burning mountains, cities laid to waste and heavy storms that tear apart any ship trying to leave the shores of these doomed lands constantly plagued the oceans.

A heretic called upon an unearthly light, and devastation ensued.

The stranger's hand tightens around the quill as an image of a being cloaked in shadows enters their mind. The glowing marks on their body being, were the only thing you could see in the dark. that is of course, besides the being’s golden eyes that made you feel weak as they look directly into your soul.

Letting out a stressed filled sigh, the mare continued to write.

Chaos crawled out of the depths of the ocean, from the black abyss.

We cut to the ocean that is in a constant state of chaos and remains of ships are slowly being dragged into the bottom and the glowing eyes of the monsters that call this chaotic ocean their home eagerly waiting for yet another haul of treasure to become theirs.

Death upon death... nothing but death in this barren land.

Countless graves litter torn battlefields and even more, bodies are left to either rot or become food for the creatures that caused their death.

Who can we pray to?

The writer held back a sob as an image of a grave with the emblem of the sun printed on it rested in the middle of town appeared in their mind

There are only demons and fiends here...

Demons are shown to roam the lands attacking either the remaining natives of the lands or each other for territory

All I can remember are the final words of my mentor.

"Truth is a mystery, unraveled by the candles' flames," the cloaked pony muttered as they remembered those words coming from their dying mentor.

Shaking their head the pony wrote the finale part for today.

— by Twilight Sparkle. Former princess of friendship for this doomed world.

With those final words, the hood of the person fell down to reveal a young woman with purple skin and a horn jutting from her forehead, and dark purple hair.

Tears built up in her eyes as she soon broke down and started to sob. Asking why did this have to happen to Equestria.

All the while outside the town walls, a cloaked figure stood atop a hill leading to a forest watching the miserable site of a once proud and happy people who are now needlessly suffering.

The being looked down at them with golden eyes that gleamed through the darkness of his hood. Eyes that held nothing but pity for the lost souls that were struggling to survive.

Letting out a sigh, the being turned around and made his way towards the forest all the while looking up to the dark sky to see a crimson moon, shine through the dark storm clouds.

"Death's vastness holds no peace,” the cloaked person said as he walked passed a few dead bodies of demons that were more than likely killed by the stranger.

“I come at the end of the long road,” he said as a tiny red-haired fairy in a blue leotard flew up to him and perched herself self on his shoulder.

Making his way to a clearing, the cloaked figure basked himself in the light of the moon as a blond angel wearing a blindfold and leather straps the covered her modesty flew towards him and stood to his right.

Letting a small smile appeared on his face the cloaked man continued his walk, his two companions following closely behind him.

“Neither human nor devil... all bends to my will," he finished as his eyes glowed ominously as he walked forward into the forest where the hungry eyes of his enemies shone through the darkness. Waiting for him to do battle.

One Month Earlier…

“Why am I here again,” sighed out a man dressed in a leather jacket over a blue T-shirt and blue jeans, wearing a pair of boots. he looked at the area he was in. a large building with people dressed up in varying costumes. “Why did father Jacob have to send me here? I don’t even think people who go through the trouble of coming to these conventions would give it up to go to a sermon…”

It didn’t help that he scared anyone off with how he looks. Being 6'5" feet tall and built like a heavyweight fighter tended to make people keep their distance from him. If his brutish face and dyed red hair didn’t make them call the police on him… like a couple of times it actually happened.

Letting out another sigh the man looked around trying to find something that would catch his blue eyes. “Maybe while I’m here I could find something nice to give the sisters at the church as a gift.”

Smiling at the thought of the old ladies who always treated him nicely. The young man continued his walk through the convention. Now on the hunt for some nice things instead of the futile attempt of getting some kids to go to church.

“Not like I was trying too hard,” muttered the redhead. While being a man of faith (and wanted to be one of the cloth someday) he never felt like forcing people to come to church. In his mind, if people wanted to go they would come with their own free will.

“Now. Where, oh where, can I find some nice gifts,” he said with a smile (that scared a few kids off) as he looked around until a certain table caught his eye, well to be more precise the person at the table.

“Isn’t that the merchant from RE4?” the redhead asked with a raised brow.

“Good eye, stranga,” the man replied in a perfect rendition of the creepy merchant’s accent. “So… whaddya buyin?” he asked, opening his coat.

“Hmmm…,” the young man hummed out as he looked at the assorted items on the table. “Got anything… with more religious elements?”

“Depends on what kind of religion you’re lookin’ for, stranga.”

“Well I’m from the local church and I was hoping for something the sisters would like,” the large man said while rubbing the back of his head. “So if you might have anything with a cross on it then that’d be swell.”

“Heh, a cross huh? I wonder if you’ll have the same opinion of such a thing soon enough?”

“Huh?” the man asked with a clueless look and a tilt of the head.

“You’ll see. For now, I think this’ll do, stranga,” he said, pulling out a golden cross for him. But this was no ordinary cross, or even one with a figure of Christ nailed to it. Instead, the cross had an extra horizontal bar on it, and a depiction of a young woman with her hair cut short and bearing armor as she prayed.

“A Cross of Lorraine? With Joan of Arc on it?”

“I figured you might appreciate something a little different, stranga.”

“Well it will fit little Jeanne,” the redhead said while thinking of the youngest sister at the church. “Sounds good to me! I’ll take it!”

The Merchant placed it a box and handed it to him. “Heh heh, thank you stranga.”

“How much?”

“Take it.”

“Huh?”

“Consider it charity. A man of the Faith should understand the concept, right stranga?”

“Holy…,” the young man muttered before a big smile took over his face. “Thanks, Mister! May the Lord be with you and I hope you have a good day and if you ever need help, just go to the local church and ask one of the sisters for me, names Krieger Heilige by the way nice to meet ya!”

“Warrior Saint? Ain’t that just Biblical?”

“Huh?” Krieger said with a tilt of the head.

“Guess you didn’t do too much research on the meaning of yer names, eh stranga? All names mean somethin.”

“Really? And I just thought the priest just gave me that name when he found me at random,” Krieger said with a shrug. “Huh bet he feels silly that he gave such a thug looking guy like me such a heroic name like that hahaha!”

Taking the box the young man bid the merchant another good day and made his way towards the building exit.

“I hope you appreciate the gifts, stranga. After all, it’ll be they’ll be the last you’ll get for a long time,” the Merchant muttered with an evil chuckle.

“What a good day~!” sang the redhead as he looked at the box with a toothy smile… that ended up scaring a few people away who mistook it for a scowl.

“Let’s take a look at this little beauty,” Krieger said as he flipped the box open and took a look inside to find not only the cross but two new items. “Huh? What are these?”

Lifting up the two items and gave them a good look. One was a silver ring with a Pixie on it and the other was a silver chain necklace with some kind of metal worm.

“Oh crap did he put these in by accident!” the redhead shouted as he turned around. “I should give these back to the guy before he closes down shop.”

But before he could take another step he started to hear a low hissing coming from the box.

“What the…,” Krieger muttered as he flipped it open again to see what was going on. At first, nothing seems too out of the ordinary but he did notice the strange worm thing on the chain neckless was now... bigger?

The redhead brought the box closer to his face to get a better look but this soon was proven to be a HUGE mistake as the worm-like decoration sprung to life and lunched its self towards.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Krieger screamed as the worm-like creature dug itself into his EYE and was going even further into his skull. His body started to heat up as if someone was branding him all over his body.

The pain was so great his legs gave out and he felt his ability to breath was getting weaker as the air was getting lighter and hotter with each gasp of breath.

Sadly his agony doesn’t end as the pixie ring that was also in the box flew out of it and slammed into his chest, knocking out any air he had left in his lungs, and started to burrow into his flesh until he could feel it go into his heart!

“Someone please… help me,” Krieger begged as he looked around for aid, but to his horror and confusion, the people in the building ignored his pain as if they didn’t even notice!

The pain soon was too much and he fully collapsed onto the ground and began to weep from the agonizing pain that was coursing through his body.

“Please… God help me…,” the redhead whimpered out like an injured animal as he tried to drag his pain-ridden body to the closest person. But not soon after he made it to the feet of a certain merchant.

“Sorry about the inconvenience,” the merchant said no longer speaking in his accent. “But I think I might cash in that favor you offered Krieger, my friend.”

Barely able to make out what the ‘man’ was saying the young redhead could only mumble out a pitiful whimper of pain.

“Oh don’t worry,” the merchant cooed in fake sympathy as he bent down to ruffle Krieger’s hair, this action seems to cause even more pain to the redhead has it felt like white-hot barb wire was being rubbed into his skull. “The pain will end soon…, well THIS pain will end but you will be going through so much worst once you make it to your new…, ‘home’ hehehehe.”

As the twisted merchant laughed at his little inside joke Kieger looked up at him with tear-stained eyes and was able to croak out a single. “what…?”

“So buck up old buddy!” the merchant said in a cheery tone as he gave the young man a few good slaps on the shoulder and ignored the pain-filled screams he caused from that action. “Because you're needed in a world that's went to quit literally hell!”

Bending down the merchant whispered what he had left to say into Krieger’s ear in a menacing voice. “So don’t fail me… Demi-Fiend.”

And that was all Krieger heard before the pain was too much and he passed out.

If only he knew that this would be the least painful moment of his life from now on.

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Prologue/Chap 1 - Notes from a Doomed world's End
Chap 2 - A Dying world and Tormented Locals.

Author's Note

first displaced story I hope you all like it.

got a lot of help from ShinigamiSparta thanks man for all the help!