Author's Note

WARNING!!!
Will contain human x pony clop.
Mostly vanilla.
The chapter will focus mainly on explanations to Damian’s background and history.

Link to Asta pic: http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/1231598.jpg

May not seem like a MLP fanfic, but trust me, it gets better in later chapters.

First fanfic, judge and criticize accordingly and kindly please.

Not A Pony, Neither Human: Prologue

He came from Satan’s seed and born from the womb of a lonely woman. Damian was born into the human world; a wretched hell-hole for sinners and the damned to roam. As he grew older Damian’s powers become more known and grew more powerful by the passing years. He knew what people would do to him if he didn’t keep his abilities in check. A demon walking amongst people? He would be shot on sight if word got around, or worse tortured in a secret government facility while being tested in like a damn lab rat.

Fortunately, on his 18th birthday, Damian’s powers were at their prime. He could feel the demonic energy flowing through his veins even stronger than before, the only question was, how is he going to use it? Before he could think of options, deep voice called out to him, “Damian.” Damian stood still as he looked around as find out who had called his name. But the only people in the entire house were his mother and himself. “Damian.” The voice called out again. This time Damian answered back,

“Who’s there?!” he cried out, “show yourself!” Your mother turns toward you in surprise and a little fear.

“Damian, honey, who are you talking to?”

“I don’t know, I’m hearing voices, and I don’t know where they’re coming from.” He looks left and right, up and down, but he still can’t find the source of the voice.

“Oh dear.” Your mother gives you a look of shame and guilt. “That must be your father.”

Damian turns to look at his mother, almost dumbstruck at what she just said. “F-father?” he whispers, “You mean I really do have a dad?” He grows a smile and has a hint of excitement in his voice as he calls out to his father, wherever he may be hiding. “Dad, dad are you there?”

“Honey before you communicate with your father, you should sit down. He can’t talk to you physically.”

Damian looks to his mother with a look of confusion. What is she talking about? Physically? I want to see my dad! But he complied and sat on the nearest sofa. As soon as he sat frown he felt his body stiffen. Damian’s mind went blank and his vision became blurry until all he could see was a pitch dark room. He fells he should be afraid but he wasn’t. It was as if he felt like he belonged here. Perhaps it was his demon side taking control.

“Greetings, son”. A deep distorted voice called out to Damian from behind in the darkness. He turns around slowly to see a wisp of red fire levitating a few inches off the ground. Before Damian could speak the fire spoke to him in a welcoming tone despite its booming volume. “It’s good to finally meet you son. Last time I saw you you were only a newborn,” the voice said in a very calm tone. Damian felt a little relief wash over him as he came to realize that the voice was indeed his father.

However, Damian didn’t know how to react. He not only feels joy at meeting his father for the first time, but also anger at the thought that his father has never decided to contact him or even see him for 18 years. “Where have you been father?” Damien cried out to the flame, “where have you been for the last 18 years of my life? Why didn’t you-“.

Before Damian could get the question out, the red flame started to twist and turn and spin into a raging tornado. Out of the cyclone came two black horns that curved inwards to a point, two red, muscular arms extended from the sides, two legs with three-toed hooves. The red cyclone dispersed to reveal a 6-foot tall demon before him. Damian takes a step back in fear but the demon consoles him. “Don’t be afraid my son. I won’t hurt you. I just want to talk. Don’t worry, I will answer all of your questions.” Damian fells some assurance and steps forward and hugs his father who actually hugs back.

For what feels like hours Damian’s father (who was indeed Satan) taught him a bout the Seven Princes of Hell; the fact that Damian is in line to become the next successor to the house of Satan, explained the reason as to why he was away for so long, and taught Damian certain spells on attack and defense, reading people’s souls for their true intentions and how to control and sharpen his abilities even further, even to transform into demon form; similar to Asta from Black Clover.

“I want you to do something son.” Damian looked to his father, who had a sort of saddened look on his face.

“Sure dad, whatever you need.” Damian looked at his father with confusion as to why his dad had that saddened look.

“This task is going to require you to leave your mother”

“E-excuse me?” Damian was shocked! How could his father ask him to do something like this? Leave the only person who has ever looked after him for his entire life? “What do you mean I have to leave mom?”

“Well, more like leave Earth in general.” His father placed a clawed hand on his son’s shoulder. “I’m sorry son.”

“Why should I do this, what’s going on dad?” Damian asked as he looks up at his father with sadness and confusion.

“You’ve heard of Armageddon, correct?”

Damian nods. He’s read multiple religious texts about the end of the world, but the one that’s most convincing was the Christian version from the Bible where the armies of Heaven and Hell will use Earth as their final battleground for the final battle between good and evil.

“I plan on taking your mother to Hell with me and I want you to find a new place to live in. Preferable a new dimension or universe. Just open a portal and jump right in.” Don’t worry about where you end up, if you like it you can stay.”

Damian is still confused about everything. Armageddon is this close? Who would have though? If this is to protect me and mom then I have no objections.

“Alright dad,” Damian said with a confident grin, although he is still pretty nervous about leaving the only place he’s ever called home.

Satan looks at his son and smiles. “Thank you son. Stay safe wherever you go.” Satan fades away into the darkness like mist and Damian awakens, almost jumping out of the chair.

Damian explains everything his father told him: about is history, Armageddon, and how he will have to leave. “Honey”, Damian’s mother holds his cheeks with tears streaming down her eyes, “wherever you go, never forget us. Promise?” Damian feels tears welling up in his eyes but fight them off, trying to prove he’s an adult now but the dam breaks.

“Of course mom. I promise to always remember, I love you.”

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Damian packs the last few clothes into his suitcase and walks toward the portal he opened with his power. He takes one last look around him: the walls of his home, to the beautiful scenery out the window. Taking a deep breath he steps through the portal and ventures towards his new home.

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It’s felt like hours since you’ve been traveling through the portal. A plethora of bright colors ranging from red, to blue, to black and white line the “walls” of the tunnel making it the only interesting thing to look at while traveling through the portal. Damian didn’t get enough time to take it all in before he sees a light at the end of the portal. This is it! This is your new home.

Damian lands face first into a pristine marble floor with a thud.

“Ow, fuck!” He yells out in pain clutching his bloody nose, now tainting the beautiful white floor with his crimson blood. “Not the warm welcome I was hoping for. Very hard, and cold.” He giggles to himself as his nose heals instantly. Luckily supernatural beings are able to repair anything in their bodies instantly as if nothing happened.

Damian looks up to check his surroundings only to be met by a group of white and grey horses wearing yellow armor pointing steel spears at him and a cream colored horse much taller than the others by a few feet standing at the center looking down at him. What the hell has he gotten himself into?