The Purifier

Act I: Silver in the Sea of White and Black
Chapter 1: A Pact for Purity

I found myself laying on the ground in the middle of an alley in Manehattan in the dead of night, a few ponies a few paces behind me, their stallionhoods covered in their semen, not unlike my major orifices, as they had just raped me. It took me some time to come to my senses, after which my mind merely lost itself in its conscious thoughts rather than its emotions, leaving me unmoving on the obscenely dirty ground, as it always happened.

It always happens this way, I am sick of it. I have been sick of it ever since I can remember, but right now, I’m really thinking on why it is this way. I don’t know why everyone’s they way they are, I don’t know what they see in ruining others that makes them do it so often, but I do know that right now, I’m not doing anything to stop them.

I swore to Luna that I would do my damndest to cleanse this world of its Corruption, yet here I am, letting everything fall father into the depths of Tartarus with no resistance.

That needs to change.

I don’t know why it took me this long to realize it, but right now, I’m not going to let anyone have their way with me or anyone else, ever again.

I slowly started to move, taking an hand and putting its palm on the ground before me, the filth I pressed into hardly registering in my mind from its familiarity. I next did the same with my other hand, then begun to push myself up.

‘Not this time.’

I managed to push my body far enough up to pull my knees under it, and moved into a kneeling position. I kept my hands on the ground to my side, and continued pushing up to get to my feet, the words by my rapists flowing through my mind and only making me try harder.

“Oh, going for another round?”

“This one’s got a lot in her!”

“Let’s have some more fun, shall we?”

‘Not this time.’

I finally stood up, having to crouch heavily before moving rightward to a wall and keep a hand on it to keep myself up, then merely stood there to stabilize myself. I hardly even felt the cum pouring out of my abused body, as the abuse made me null to what it left on me, but it still let me feel the pain caused by the burning hatred coursing through me.

‘Not this time.’

I now stood stable on the ground, my purple leotard mixed with a skirt was torn in many places while my star-laden golden boots were rather scuffed, both now practically invisible under the dirt and cum matted across by body from the ground below me and the Corrupt behind me. My signature tapered hat and sapphire-clasped cape were a bit better off, but were stretched and sullied far too much to deal with these fools peacefully, the ponies’ sexual jeers getting louder as they approached me while I took a stance as confident as I could in such a state.

“This bitch in going to be nothing more than a fleshlight.”

“Stupid mini-mares ain’t got a purpose otherwise.”

“Her determination is only going to make this better.”

“Not this time,” I finally said, lighting my horn and creating a katana made from pure magic in my left hand as it whipped out down-left, glowing with its furious orchid power to better help me see the disgusting black alleyway I was in. I turned around to face the three Corrupt ponies; one a pink unicorn with a straight crimson mane, another an off-white pegasus with a harlequin mane that curtained across her face, the last a navy earth pony with a golden mohawk, their expressions full of defiance.

It wasn’t long before the pegasus snorted and flapped her wings to dash forward at me just above the ground, leading me to jump rightward with a clockwise spin right before she hit me so that I was in the perfect position to stab my sword straight into the left wing of the pony. She let out a cry of pain as her wing spurted out some blood, her momentum carrying her past me and throwing her deeper into the alley while I yanked the blade back, all the while my cape followed and stylized my moves at it was always meant to.

I focused on the unicorn and earth pony as they growled in anger as dashed at me, the former lighting her horn and blasting a quick bolt of red magic at me, which I quickly swing the edge of my sword to destroy it in its path. The dark blue earth pony came closer and threw a right hook at my face, which I dodged by jumping backward, and the same with the left hook.

The pink unicorn was now a short ways away on my left and fired another bolt towards me, coinciding with a forward kick by the earth pony, and I retaliated by rolling down to the left, taking the blade and throwing it with a football-like roll towards the abdomen of the unicorn. It quickly impaled the unicorn, making her shout out in pain and stumble to the wall behind her.

However, my attention was soon back on the earth pony as I smoothly rolled to a stop, them jumping forward as I magically yanked the katana back to me and jumped up, spinning counter-clockwise while hopping away from the pony and delivering a quick slash to her neck. She grunted in pain as she felt the blade cut deep into her, hands going up to cover the wound as she stumbled to her knees, quickly falling to the ground from blood loss.

I felt for my hat on my head and righted it while turning to see the unicorn also unconscious sitting against a wall of the alleyway, but a flash of white pulled my attention towards the pegasus running away from me, holding her impaled wing close to her side. I quickly ran after her, the sound of my boots thumping against the mucky ground echoing out into the cool breeze of the night as my determined self gained on the other pony as I chased her into the Moon-lit main streets of Manehattan.

I took a few moments in my running to work through my abused haze to get used to the sensation before I raised the blade still in my left hand and threw it with accuracy end-over-end right into the middle of the other pony’s back while I kept moving forward. A sharp cry of pain immediately burst forth form the pony’s mouth as her movements faltered, stumbling and falling face-down to the ground with a grunt as she moved a hand to the orchid blade still stuck in her stomach.

She was given no reprieve, however, as I recalled the sword with my magic back to my hand while running over to her, stopped with a slight skid of my boots right before her. Blood was pouring out from the hole in her midsection and onto the relatively clean concrete below, easily enough to have her die within the day without proper medical treatment, but I decided to give her mercy. I put the tip of the katana on the back of the pony’s head and gripped the handle with both hands, quickly shoving it all straight down through her head, killing her in an instant.

...It was a queer feeling, killing, I reflected as I tentatively put a boot on the corpse’s head, pushing it down while yanking the sword out. I knew that the person that lay before me was previously capable of doing good, but only focused on themselves and their closest friends, leaving everyone else by the wayside and forcing me to extinguish their life to prevent them from doing any more harm. That solution was only a logical one and perhaps rather short-term, as I do doubt anyone could be truly lost to the light of their self-indulgence, but everything I’ve seen today and in the rest of my life is making me ask whether its ever worth it to care about such people when there are others who have much clearer good will to everyone else.

I examined the blood of the Corrupt on the blade I held in my hand, clearly showing the deed I have done to the world around me. I knew the importance of the question on my mind, but my showmare mindset couldn’t help but think of the bad PR this would bring me.

‘It doesn’t matter anymore,’ I reminded myself, ‘You’re already so deep in the gutter; what’s the harm in shoving yourself in deeper?’

“It’s everyone else...” I responded, looking at the actual sword rather than what was marring it. The blade was what is known as magic construct, the technique and its usefulness having been taught to me by my mother, who knew the dangers of this world even before Celestia’s Corruption turned it all even worse.

I let my magic flicker out, the katana disappearing with a sparking effect and the blood that was on it falling down onto the ground next to the pegasus’s corpse. Pondering this question doesn’t matter; I’ve already taken the leap of faith when I killed those three ponies, now I just needed to find out where I landed.

I shook my head to clear my mind of the painful reminiscing, further disheveling my already painfully so mane and hat and scattering some mild filth out of it, and looked down to the similar filth covering my body. I grabbed it with my magic and flung it off onto the ground, cleaning my body of most of the grime but exposing the torn clothes I wore and the dirty coat below.

“Perhaps if Miss Pommel hadn’t been Corrupted,” I said with a sigh while looking around at the dense cityscape I was in, and reminiscing on my lost cape and hat, “Then I might get some modesty from her clothing.”

I took a deep breath to calm myself of the never-ending dread that the world seemed to be made from, and looked up at the milky white moon hanging in the sea of stars that was the fair Princess of the Night’s creation.

“I shall uphold my pact, Luna,” I said to the cool, dreary midnight wind. “I shall do whatever is necessary to purify the world, and damn me to Tartarus if I forget that again.”

I made a decisive nod to the night, out of respect for the fallen goddess, and my friend, before returning my gaze to the recently vacated alley, and headed off out of it.

I was certainly not one to be scared, but the eerie silence amidst the stale stench that the world worships and the darkness in which true pain has been felt, it most certainly unsettled me. I seemed to myself more than a little paranoid as I trotted down the irritatingly uniformly filthy streets of Manehatten, knowing the power I possessed to be inconsequential relative to that of any normal pony. While my skill may be truly exceptional, thus making anypony that would be likely to oppose me to be of no threat, I knew there to be some that would pose some problems to me, and if even a small group of ponies were to come together against me in their cult of coitus, I would likely be doomed.

However, even in the face of doom, in the face of literally awesome and ultimate power, my resolve must not waver. It is my obligation to the world, and perhaps beyond.

It was my will then, that kept me going, walking with purpose out of the ratty, overpopulated city with only curt glances offered to the occasional pony I felt gazing upon me with their mix of emotions, yet all held by an unshakable confidence in the magic of ‘harmony’.

A while after I left the city, I felt the air begin to grow colder around me, the tattered rags that used to be my ‘Great and Powerful’ showmare outfit not helping to insulate me in the slightest. Clouds began to build in the sky, likely the work of pegasi that have heard of my opposition to the power of power, and soon thunder sparked between them.

I flinched at the first bolt, likely moreso out how it reminded me of the pain of my past than truly being scared by it. Another flew seconds after, and the rhythm soon began to grow in tempo, making me stop in my tracks. I stood with resolve in the midst of the storm, lightly shivering from anger more than cold or fear; how cowardly they are to fight me with such tactics.

And yet, for all of that skulk, they are those with the positive reputations, while those with skill and will are corrupted or chased into unending pain; it just makes my blood boil, regardless of how long I have lived in this world. I suppose it all makes sense though, given that power is gifted to the epitome of the majority’s beliefs, with the Celestia I knew during my youth being corrupted herself by her obscene obligations to the masses.

KRAAKOOOOOOOOMM!!!

The thunder seemed to have shook the very earth itself as it struck it, making me have to crouch slightly for the several seconds it lasted. With ringing ears, I looked to the side where a very large tree was earlier, one that was completely obliterated with only a massive scorch mark on the ground as its memorial.

“Fine then,” I said, my rage giving way to a hopelessness. “I guess this is how it’s always gonna be, huh?” I looked to the heavens, tears welling in my eyes as I felt the weight of the world coming down on me. “No matter how much we try, no matter how hard we push, it doesn’t change anything. Every step we take towards Purity, Corruption shoves us ten back.” The rain that began to fall from the storm just now began to reach the ground, quickly wettening my face further than the tears streaming down it already did. “We’re just the opponent to the protagonist of this ridiculous and disgusting story, forever doomed to failure by the hands of those who’ve never suffered a day in their life.

“Luna, Mother, Tempest, Octavia, Moondancer,” I croaked out the names of my friends and loved ones, knowing that they would be left to suffer in this terrible world, “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more... I’m sorry I couldn’t help you... I...” I let out a sob as I fell to my knees, all of the pain of my life slamming into me all at once. “I-I’m sorry...”

KRAAAAAAKKKKKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!