A sigh echoed inside Godfell’s haunting armor. The tall, dark figure approached the distant village known as ‘Ponyville,’ from what the sign said at least.

“Third time’s a charm... right?” He told himself as he entered the village, his armor set awkwardly making clanging noises like pots and pans. Despite his best efforts, it was clear he was already gaining the attention with just his menacing presence alone. Godfell ignored the faces of ponies and continued strolling through, trying to find at least one that would be courageous enough to simply stay within his eyesight. Godfell was getting pissy at these ponies. Have they no clarity?!

Godfell, now walking through a nearly empty village, glanced at the buildings. ‘Bland.’ All he thought of this experience so far was how bland the buildings were. Until a building finally caught his eye. It looked like it was made from surgery sweets. Without a second thought, he approached the building and gave two subtle knocks.

The door swung open almost instantly after the second knock, and there stood a vibrant little pony. Completely pink, other than the cutie mark on her flank. Three little and colorful balloons, most likely to indicate that this was a pony that specialized in parties. Then the pink pony spoke as if he were another resident. “Hello, ominous looking guy!” She spoke with more energy and enthusiasm than he expected.

Before he could get a word out, she spoke again. “I don’t think I know you! You must be... NEW!” Energetic was an understatement... “I have to prepare!” She began bouncing like a kid on Christmas before zipping away, the door slamming.

Godfell stared at the door in silence, blinking. “By Gods... this is going to be the most difficult task I’ve done in a very long time.” He shook his head slowly and decided not to wait, leaving the building’s doorsteps and continuing through the village.

He began to lose hope at this point. Maybe he should just let it all happen? No, that would be a terrible mistake. He didn’t like to use trickery either, so it’s not like taking the form of a pony was on the table. As he thought of his options, his feet slowly rose off the ground. He began rising into the air until flying off.

His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed... buildings? Not ordinary buildings, but buildings MADE from clouds... which sat atop another cloud. ‘This world was full of surprises,’ he thought. He then strode towards it, landing on the large cloud that acted like the ground. He paid no attention and once again began strolling through.

A couple minutes passed by(which felt like hours to him) and it all felt the same as Ponyville. Nobody, or should I say ‘Nopony,’ wanted to approach him. He growled to himself but was cut off by a rainbow streak, followed by him falling on his ass. He was tackled, he realized. By whom, he had no idea. He opened his eyes to see a bright blue pony with a rainbow mane glare daggers at him. Once again, he couldn’t speak... “Who the hell do you think you are, buddy?! Tryna kidnap some innocent ponies?!”

Godfell’s noticeable blue eye became lidded in carelessness. “No, I’m not here to... terrorize and kidnap. I’d appreciate it if you got off of m-”

The blue pony scoffed and blew air in his face. “Like I’d believe some crazy villain like you!”

He still wasn’t getting anywhere, but at least he finally interacted. “Okay, okay, look. I’m no villain. I’m the complete opposite! I’m trying to save you ridiculous ponies from the actual villain!”

She rolled her eyes, clearly not buying it. “Either you explain better than that or I’ll kick your ass!”

He stayed silent, realizing they were still in the same position. “At least let me get up? This is getting uncomfortable ironically.”

She flapped her wings and floated near him, letting him stand up. “I’ve got my eye on you!”

Godfell dusted himself off and looked back up at her. “Right...” A chair formed behind him, allowing him to sit down. She lookec a little baffled by that, but Godfell was used to that kind of reaction by now. “I go by many names. Omni-King... The Outsider... God. But you can just call me Godfell. I’m clearly not from your world if you didn’t know yet. I came on behalf of an imposing threat. The demonic god known as Chernobog has nearly escaped from his prison after being locked away for millennia. I’ve come to warn you all, because when he does come... it’s not going to be pretty. His chaos has caused more havoc than a previous figure from your time. ‘Discord,’ was it? Regardless, you and your entire world could be destroyed if no action is taken!”

She still wouldn’t buy it. It was written all over her face. Maybe taking the form of another pony was the right thing to do... “Bullshit! Even if you were telling the truth, I think we can handle it! We’ve dealt with more villains than you could ever dream of, pal!”

He clenched his fists in anger, standing up. He didn’t want to resort to violence, but it was very tempting for such a punchable pony... he relaxed his hands and ignored her, teleporting away.

This took her by surprise, shaking her head before looking around. “Damn it! I let him get away!” She then blasted off into Ponyville, probably to report what she just witnessed to her friends.

Chernobog’s Prison

Silence filled the cold, dead air. Chernobog sat in pure darkness, chains strapping his wrists and ankles to guarantee his imprisonment.

A flash of light was seen before him, and there stood Godfell. Chernobog let out a menacing and quiet chuckle in his presence. “Long time no see, False God.” His voice was just as menacing as his appearance. He seemed like he was wearing armor himself. He was a shade of dark grey, a dim red glow in his empty eyes. He had a tall stature, possibly full 9 foot. He regularly carried a large black hammer with him as his weapon.

Godfell's stomach turned. He always hated Chernobog. His presence alone pissed him off furiously. Might be a little bit biased, but anyone would be biased around such a demon. "I would shut your trap if you know what's best for you. I'm merely here to do the job for them and keep you in this godforsaken realm."

Chernobog chuckled once more. "I'm sure you are. Your father did want the best from you, afterall..." He was mocking him.

Godfell growled with intensity. "Mention him again and I will fucking end you instead."

Chernobog scoffed. "Oh really? Is this what he sacrificed for? Your self pitty? Tch. At least he's dead."

Godfell shouted, sprinting at him with a raised fist and striking downwards torwards the large demon. Chernobog smiled with anticipation as the barrier was damn near instantly destroyed and his chains vanished at the last second. This gave him time to dodge the furious attack.

"I wish you weren't so gullible, but I do appreciate it." With one last laugh, he was gone, leaving Godfell.

Godfell froze and slowly fell down, sighing. "I've failed... again..."

Author's Note

Hello, all! This is my very first story, so if you see any mistakes, don't be afraid to mention them so I can polish it up! I hope you like my first chapter, there will be more to come!