The staircase seemed endless to Cadance as she stormed to the top of Twilight's castle. Her vision was blood red and her mind focused on only one thing. Kill Ingvar and Rog. Cadance's mind raced through the possibilities of how she would mutilate them for all they had done in the most painful way possible. Any unfortunate caribou that found itself in her way had it's face melted off by plasma. None will stand in Cadance's way.

Cadance finally reached the top and smashed through the crystal doors, shattering it into pieces. She never even registered her display of raw strength as her her eyes scanned the room for the two bastards she was looking for. Her eyes first fell on Ingvar who was sitting on his throne surrounded by the brainwashed mares who began snarling at Cadance.

"Welcome to my humble-" Ingvar never finished his sentence when a plasma bolt shot past his head. "Insolent bitch!"

"RAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Cadance marched forward, never releasing the trigger as she unloaded the plasma rifle towards Ingvar. The prince's desperate attempts in throwing the mares at Cadance proved fruitless as she merely side-stepped them and continued her assault. She never spared a glance to the mares who hit the crystal floor and/or walls head-on and remained motionless on the ground.

"ROG!" Ingvr screamed as he ducked for cover behind the throne and the plasma chipping away at the crystal construction. Hearing his master's cries, Rog rushed out from his hiding spot and tackled Cadance to the ground. In the ensuing tumble, the plasma rifle slid away from Cadance as she used her hands to keep Rog from choking her. "You think you can win? Stand a chance? You are nothing but a filthy, lowly mare-AAAARGH!" a swift knee to the groin was all Cadance needed to get Rog off her and quickly rolled towards the plasma rifle. Grabbing the weapon firmly Cadance wasted no time in unloading whatever was left in the rifle into Rog's torso, not blinking once at the caribou's pained screams. Just as the plasma ammo ran out, the heat blast was ready and with a quick button press the wave transformed what was left of Rog's body into paste.

"Waste of flesh." Cadance threw the rifle away and spun around to deal with Ingvar.

WHAM

A caribou-style warhammer hit her right across the face, sending her tumbling across the crystal floor. Ingvar grinned triumphantly and walked towards Cadance, his warhammer dropped to the ground.

"I don't care much for this friendship nonsense, but I was rather fond of Rog." Ingvar spoke in a condecending tone and watched as Cadance was trying to get back on her hooves. Her head hurt like a bitch, ears were ringing like alarms were going off and the blood pouring from her mouth assured her that some teeth were missing. "Then again, if a lowly mare managed to kill him, I suppose he was not a true Caribou." Ingvar reached Cadance and grabbed her by the mane, slowly lifting her up to eye-level. Cadance only stared at him defiantly, even though she saw three of him right now. "Still, I shall teach you a lesson in his honor." Cadance spat blood in his face while smirking. "Fucking cunt!" Ingvar slammed her down on the ground for good measure before pulling her back up, right in front of his cock. "Here's what's going to happen." he began while grabbing his dick with the other hand and pushing it against Cadance's tighly shut mouth. "You will service and worship my cock for as long as I see fit." in a quick motion, Cadance tried to bite him but in her dazed state she missed, which earned her a fist to the face. "You will obey me!" Ingvar tried to force his dick inside again but Cadance wouldn't budge.

What happened next went by like a flash. Ingvar slammed Cadance in the stomach with his hoof in an attempt to get her gasping for air from the impact. Sure enough, Cadance's mouth opened and she watched in horror as Ingvar smirked, getting ready to shove his cock down her throat. Then a flash of red, Ingvar's cock falling to the ground, blood everywhere and the prince stumbling back with his hands over the small remains of his dick. Cadance managed to catch herself before faceplanting and saw her savior, Princess Luna. The midnight alicorn had a deathly calm expression as she hoisted the bruised and battered Cadance to her hooves. Luna then handed the still active and humming argent scythe to Cadance.

"Finish it." without even thinking, Cadance grabbed the scythe and slowly walked to Ingvar who was now on his knees.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!" his rant was cut short when Cadance smashed her hoof into his chin like an uppercut and Ingvar fell on his back. Cadance stood over him with the scythe finding it's way to his neck. Ingvar felt the heat of the blade and immediately stopped screaming.

"You hear her, Ingvar? The fat lady's singing for you." the blade inched closer, drawing first blood. "I'll keep your skull as a trophy, Ingvar. No brains to dirty it up." the scythe cut deeper and Ingvar couldn't talk anymore, only gurgle blood. "An endless row of graves... Too many to put the names on." halfway through his neck, Ingvar was already dead but Cadance slowly continued. "They died in my arms. So many lost friends... But they're with me now." and when there was nothing more to slice, Ingvar's head rolled to the side as blood flowed from his severed neck. But it wasn't enough. Rasing the scythe above her, Cadance brought it down into his body. And again. And again and again and again until it was reduced to minced meat but Cadance kept slashing furiously. All sounds drowned out and she couldn't even hear herself screaming, let alone feel the tears streaming down her face. At one point she let go of the scythe and simply collapsed to her knees and continued sobbing. Luna was there for her in an instant, hugging her tightly and gently whispering in her ear.

When asked about the events later, Cadance couldn't remember anything after storming into the castle.

The Slayer watched as his wife carresed Cadance's mane and the pink alicorn clinging to her for dear life. He saw this before. He went through this. He only hoped Cadance would arise stronger from the experience. Memories of times past flashed through his mind, moments of insanity and delirium. The now famous catchphrase rip and tear nothing more than the ramblings of a man slowly slipping into madness.

Taking a look around the room, the Slayer went towards the unconscious mares and checked for signs of life. To his relief, all of them were still breathing but they will need immediate medical attention.

"The resistance is closing in on the castle. They have medical supplies." breathing a quick sigh of relief at VEGA's information, the Slayer walked to Luna and stood beside her quietly. Luna knew what he wanted without him even speaking.

"There's nothing you can do here, beloved." Luna smiled gently. "Go. Make sure Ponyville is secured." the Slayer merely nodded and headed towards the doors and down the stairs. As he walked, the resistance fighters ran past him and he grabbed one by the arm. The earth pony stallion's face drained of color as the Slayer's grip nearly broke his arm.

"There are several mares in need of emergency medical assistance." VEGA said through the speakers and the stallion nodded before rushing after his comrades. "I would suggest you to exercise restraint. You nearly broke his arm." the Slayer knew it as well but sometimes he didn't know his own strength.

"Sorry." his apology went unheard since the stallion was long gone. Descending down the stairs further, the Slayer soon found himself outside and marching towards the town centre with his super shotgun, just in case. But there wasn't much to do. The town's defenses were scarce and wiped out almost completely by him and the remains were taken care of by the resistance. The only thing left to do was search for survivors.

It didn't take long for the Slayer to reach the centre of Ponyville and the streets were still empty. Out of the corner of his eye he saw ponies quickly ducking down below the windows, fearing that the danger is not over yet. The Slayer knew that there was little he could do to convince them otherwise and decided to leave that task to his wife. Luna always had a way with words, and in such dark times probably more than her sister.

Taking a look around, the Slayer's eyes fell on a curious looking building. It appeared to be made out of... Cake.

"Your heart rate spiked suddenly. Is there some danger I'm unaware of?" he ignored VEGA's question and moved towards Sugarcube Corner. After eating military rations, leftovers he found lying around and demon flesh for millenia, one starts craving something nice. Like a cupcake for example. That apple the little filly gave him was more delicious than anything he ate in the last thousand years.

With his stomach rumbling quietly, the Slayer reached the entrance and he could see through the window that there was somepony in there in front of the cash register. The place was dimly lit so he couldn't see who, but given the time he was away it didn't really matter since it couldn't be anypony familiar. The Slayer went inside and quickly realized that the pastry shop had seen better days. Display cases were shattered, furniture broken, there was dirt everywhere and a pink mare with a straight mane matching her coat stood in front of the register, her expression devoid of all emotions. She was wearing a dirtied white apron that did little to hide her plump yet sexy figure and the nakedness underneath.

"Hello and welcome to Sugarcube Corner." it was like her voice flatlined. "My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie. How can I help you today?" the Slayer tilted his head a little and walked forward. "Oh, what am I saying. You're here for the same thing everypony is." then to the Slayer's shock, Pinkie turned around, bent over the counter and raised her tail, presenting her marehood to him. "You want the Creampie Special. Bon appetit." a quiet moment passed as the Slayer turned his gaze away the moment Pinkie bent over and the mare looked over the shoulder. "Eat up before somepony else comes in. Fights have broken out over this treat."

"Just a cupcake." the Slayer said gruffly and Pinkie raised a curious brow.

"We don't have cupcakes, just creampies." she wiggled her butt invitingly. "It's so good you'll wanna cum back again and again."

"That we do, cumdumpster." the Slayer turned around and saw two caribou at the front door with their dicks already erect and ready to go. "Get lost... Whatever the fuck you are."

"Yeah, we're good paying customers and are ready to enjoy this slut to the fullest." said the second one and took a bold step forward. The Slayer finally looked back to Pinkie.

"Close your eyes." the arm blade on his left forearm sprung out but Pinkie continued looking anyway.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" asked the bold one. "Get fuck out before-URGK!" the blade went right through his stomach and with a quick upward motion the caribou was sliced in two. The other reacted immediately by drawing his sword and trying to get a quick slash in but the blade bounced upon impact with the green armor. Since the super shotgun was already in hand, the two metal barrels quickly found it's way into the caribou's mouth, through teeth and flesh. The Slayer looked over to Pinkie Pie, now kneeling on the wooden floor with her mouth agape in shock. Like she said, fights broke out but noone was seriously injured, let alone sliced in two.

"Close your eyes." the Slayer repeated but Pinkie's gaze only turned harder. She stood up shakily and steeled her resolve. Her eyes spoke volumes. This was personal. "Who?"

"My pa." it was the first sign of emotion she gave as her voice cracked and the Slayer's grip tightened on the wooden handle. "Where are my mom and sisters?" the shotgun was pulled out to allow the caribou to talk. The Slayer grabbed him with his left hand by the chest fur in a tight grip.

"Like I'd tell you, bitch." at least, that's what Pinkie thought he said since there were missing teeth and skin.

"Wrong." to Pinkie it was all a blur as the Slayer released the caribou, punched him in the gut and grabbed him again. "Where?"

"Ingvar will have your head!"

"He's dead." another quick release and smash. "WHERE?"

"Death before dishonor!" the soldier pulled out a knife from his belt and stabbed the Slayer on his exposed bicep. He thought that would make him lose his grip. To his horror the Slayer didn't even flinch and pulled out the knife like it was a splinter. That seemed to change the caribous mind instantly.

"Sweet Apple Acres! Sweet Apple Acres! Sweet Apple Acres! Please don't kill-GRLGH!" the arm blade extended and cut through the caribou's throat. Pinkie watched as life was leaving him but she couldn't look away. Once the caribou was dead, the Slayer pulled out the blade and let the body drop lifelessly to the floor.

"Come." the Slayer turned to the exit. "Take your cannon."

"I don't have a cannon." Pinkie replied with apparent sadness and the Slayer stopped in his tracks.

"A true Pie has a cannon. Heriloom. " he said turning around towards Pinkie.

"They destroyed it- hang on." she shot him a scrutinizing glare. "How do you know I have a cannon and that it's a family heirloom?"

"I gave it to Onyx Pie." Pinkie's eyes went wide.

"B-But, Onyx is my great-great-grandad! He died like a bajillion years ago!" her eyes widened as saucers, her finger pointing right at the Slayer. "You're Doomguy!" ah, there goes the mane curling. Just like Onyx. "I thought you were just some myth!" the Slayer didn't have time to let Pinkie go on a Pie rambling so he quickly materialized a rocket launcher and gave it to Pinkie.

"Don't lose it. A Pie needs a cannon." a bit more of PInkie's mane curled and she even cracked a smile.

"Woooow. What does this do?" she pulled the trigger and a rocket flew past the Slayer's head, through the door and into three caribou who just arrived for a creampie special. "Oopsie." Pinkie smiled sheepishly but the Slayer said nothing. Pies...

"Let's go." he turned away.

"Wait!" Pinkie grabbed his shoulder and turned him back. "We have to find Rarity! I think she's still in Ponyville!" the Slayer said nothing. "Please! She's my friend!" well, he did say he will save anypony he can. Stepping aside, the Slayer motioned to Pinkie to lead the way and the mare bounced happily. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! Ooooooh I can't wait to tell Rarity that you and Luna are married! She just loves gossip!" Pinkie skipped out of Sugarcube Corner and made her way towards Carousel Boutique.

"How could she possibly have known that?" VEGA asked with genuine curiosity but the Slayer smirked under his helmet. Pies...

Running after the increasingly hyperactive mare, the Slayer saw they were nearing a, well, carousel-looking building. Yeah, the first time he arrived in Equestria he was dumbfounded by everything. Now he just accepts it and carries on. Anyway, like Sugarcube Corner, this place looked rough and curiously enough, all blinds were pulled down and the entrance door was slightly ajar.

"Rarity! Are you there?" Pinkie called but got no response. The Slayer gently pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Rares? It's me! Pinkie Pie!" still no response. The duo walked slowly through the dark boutique when the Slayer something move in the shadows. He immediately pointed his super shotgun in the direction and fired.

"EEEEEEEEEEK!"

"WAIT! THAT'S RARITY!" Pinkie jumped in front of the barrles in case the Slayer decided not to miss again. "Rarity? You can come out now!" she lowered the rocket launcher to the ground so it wouldn't fire on accident.

"I-I'm f-fine o-over here, darling!" came the shaky voice of Rarity behind a cupboard.

"Why's it so dark in here?" Pinkie asked and took hold of a nearby curtain.

"DON'T!" Rarity screamed and Pinkie froze in place. "I mean... I have the most dreadful headache! Yes! Oww..." Pinkie raised an unamused brow and pulled down the curtain letting some moonlight inside. "NO! PLEASE!" with a nod from Pinkie, the Slayer took hold of another curtain and pulled it down. "STOP!" as more and more light came into the building Rarity's screams continued until finally she was backed into a corner, curled into a ball and covered in the dirtiest cloaked rags Pinkie has ever seen. Pinkie knelt beside Rarity and put her hand on her shoulder gently.

"Rarity? What happened?" even over the cloak, the touching sensation felt... Off.

"W-whatever do you m-mean, darling?" came the shaky response. "This is still Carousel Boutique, w-where every garment is c-c-chic, u-n-nique and m-m-m..." Pinkie gently pulled down the hood from Rarity's head and gasped in horror. She realized why the sensation felt off. Rarity's mane and coat had been completely shaven off, leaving the cream skin exposed, skin covered in fresh scars all over.

"Oh my Celestia..."

"DON'T LOOK AT ME!" Rarity quickly tried to pull the hood back on but Pinkie wouldn't have it.

"Rarity it's going to be okay! Look! Luna's husband is here!" Pinkie thought a bombshell like that would get Rarity's attention.

"I'm sorry, who the what now?" and it sure did. The unicorn mare slowly turned to look at the Slayer with a scrutinizing glare. "No sense of fashion whatsoever." what's wrong with green?

"There's nothing wrong with green, Doomy." Pinkie turned her attention back to Rarity. "Listen, Doomy is here to save us! He's the monster demons look for under their bed! The boogeymare!" Rarity was sizing up the Slayer, unconsciously taking in his measurments to make him something that actually looks good. "We're going to Sweet Apple Acres to find my family! And AJ's there too! We can save her!"

"The farm is crawling with those vile caribou! You can't expect to just waltz in there and-"

ROOOOOOAR!

Author's Note

4 months 🙈

Someone asked about the rest of the mane 6. Three down, three to go.

See ya' next time!