Bare My Curse

"Oh, hey, look. We got another shooting star in the sky. Make a wish, Crimson."

"A wish? Sure. Why not, Indigo? I wish... for our family to last till the end of reality."

The snow blazed throughout the cold northern mountains of Equestria as a looming darkness spat on the nighttime air. There, in the cold snow, surrounded by red-tinted snow, were five Dragons. All were unmoving, and most were not even drawing breath. They had gone into the mountains for a private migration, splitting off from their flock of flying, fire-breathing reptiles in search of a new home they could reside in with peace and tranquility. Hearing about a cave that led straight to an underground, and unoccupied, hot spring, the family of five knew where to go, and how rough the journey was going to be. However, they didn't expect for it to kill them in the end.

They were not expecting it at the time. A presence of uneasiness was felt, sure, but they chopped it up to chills from the weather, especially with the blizzard coming in, but that notion was quickly dashed when they were all stabbed through the middle, slaughtered and killed without mercy by a force completely unknown to them. It was as if the shadows had jumped them, and were looking for blood to spill. Unfortunately for the family, they were some of the few unlucky enough to be in the shadows' line of sight, and were targeted as it passed them by.

Now, they all lay there, dead in the snow. Alone, and never to find the home they longed for.

*cough-cough...*

One of them, however, the youngest of the family, was still alive. He was but a baby Dragon, only just barely into his teens. His scales were given a bluish-purple tint, and the row of spines that ran from the top of his head down to the tip of his needle-edged tail were colored a radiant sapphire blue, which seemed to glow in the moonlight that cast through the blizzard, almost unnaturally. His body twitched and writhed as this Dragon, one who was known by the name of Indigo, clutched to the remaining specs of his life. His breathing was hoarse, and his silver eyes stared forward with a lack of a living light within them. Looking upwards, his gaze fell upon a dark-red Dragon near him, whom had his arms torn off and his head attached by only a few strands of meat. He coughed out a pool of blood as he used all his strength to reach out to him.

"C-Crimson... Brother..."

The snow continued to beat down on him, pushing him further into the ground. His claw fell when his strength left him, his cheek buried in the snow as he began to close his eyes, the light coming to take him away.

"He took your brother, Indigo."

Indigo blinked his eyes back open as a smooth voice cooed in his mind, one that vibrated with a low echo. It was feminine, and authoritative.

"He took your parents..."

His shoulder flinched as he had a rush of newfound strength, but only just enough to push him up a little, resting on his arms. His head turned forward past the corpses of his family, seeing a cobalt blue helmet made specifically for a pony sitting upon a rock. Call it an instinct, but he felt as if the voice was coming from it.

"And he took your life..."

Indigo squinted before collapsing again, grunting as the feminine voice chuckled.

"King Umbra Sombra. He took it ALL, and the only thing you have left now is your soul."

He heard the faint sound of lips being licked sensually.

"And that belongs to me.~"

He panted out as he reached out, clawing at the snow and pulling himself forward, drawn ever so closer to the helmet by an unseen force. Closer and closer he came as the helmet seemed to... morph. By the time he reached the base of the stone it rested upon, it had changed to a draconic helmet, with several holes aligning the top for his scales to poke out of.

"Who am I, you may be asking? Well... let us just assume that I'm God; YOUR god, or at least, the only one that's even listening right now..."

The voice lowered to a whisper, which felt to be right next to his ear.

"Your family doesn't need to die for nothing. What do I want? Mm, the same thing you do, I suppose, as well as a little faith, because without faith, without loyalty, I am nothing, and without me..."

The voice growled as his brain had a sharp sting rush through it.

"You join your brother and parents in Tartarus."

Indigo gritted his teeth as he placed a claw on the rock, using it to reach up and grab the helmet.

"I can help you. I can heal your wounds and give you the power you need. We can't save your family, but we can save other ones if only you show me a little bit of faithful loyalty, if you trust me..."

He rolled over onto his back, holding the helmet above him, and slowly pulling it towards his head.

"If you PUT ME ON."

As soon as Indigo managed to slip the helmet on over his head spines, the thing felt as if it secured itself to his head, and fused with his scales. The next moments could only be described as unbridled and agonizing pain and torment, both physically and mentally. His body thrashed and writhed even more intensely than before, the feeling of pain registered into his nerves once more as he cried out rigorously. A dark-blue coat of starry aura engulfed him, traveling down to his stomach and bursting into four snakes around the wound Sombra had inflicted upon him. Indigo yelled out again as they bit into the sides of the hole in his gut, slowly pulling it back together in the most gruesome display any outsider could withstand. His body began to grow as well, turning from a baby Dragon to that of a teen growth-spurt. The power of the helmet seeped into his very bloodstream, tearing his tissue, only to reattach stronger, and breaking his bones, only to reform sturdier. His scales ruptured as he tried to stand, falling when his leg snapped in two. His arms and legs pulsated with muscle before returning to a natural shape. His chest burst forward with pecs and abs, then sank back into him. The blood around him, in the snow, and in his loved ones flushed into his body, slinking in as if he were a magnet for it.

"Oh, quit whining like a foal. Did I claim this was going to be enjoyable?"

Sparks began to fly from his body as he doubled over onto his front as his body began to slowly inflate with the muscle again, his claws digging into the ground past the snow as his eyes began to pulse, changing not only color, but in shape as well.

"You're gonna have to learn to love the night, little drake, for there will be a lot more of it to come."

Indigo's teeth all sharpened past the norm for a regular Dragon. Instead of just two sharp draconic canines on his upper and lower jaws, ALL of his teeth could be considered canines now. As he reopened his eyes, the transformation and near-death resurrection had finally been completed.

Hunched on his knees, he panted as he was knelt in front of a frozen lake, which was just only past the rock. Looking at the ice, he saw the reflection of his face. His body had grown about two or three feet, looking about a head or so taller than a normal teenage Dragon of his kind. Hell, with this height, he stood about a head more than the monarch of the sun herself. His body, while not entirely prominent, showcased the muscle he had before. It wasn't very noticeable from a bird's eye view, but if you stood close enough, you could very well see that this baby Dragon, under normal circumstances, had been working out. His claws were sharper, and when the pain faded, a morbid feeling of strength and power replaced it. Closer examination in the ice found his eyes baring a glowing silver shade of color with his iris made into a slit sharper than a Dragon's. It almost made him look feral.

He also noticed a new addition on his back. Feeling the joints in them, he spread out two pairs of wings. One was his own, a scaly silver pair of Dragon wings that extended further than his own height, and a pair of midnight black bat-pony wings behind his natural two. Looking down at his dark grey underbelly scales, he felt the power of this helmet coursing within him, as well as the aftermath of the nightmarish assault on his psyche.

"W-... What have you... What have you done to me...?"

He felt himself as his nerves were screaming at him, and his overall essence no longer felt purely Dragon. It scared him, even if it did save him.

"What... What am I...? What AM I?"

"You're mine, Indigo...~"

A blue gust of aura seeped out from his shoulder, snaking forward before turning around to him. At the end of that stream, the magic formed the face of a pony, an evil and malevolent mare with the same eyes as his, though they were tinted a turquoise color. Her coat was pitch black, and the stream of magic that came from his shoulder was tied to her mane. She grinned as she and him were near face-to-face.

"Until we avenge your parents and your brother..."

Her mane slithered around his body as she licked her lips once more.

"You're MINE...~"