Life, is the first of many sins.
Sleepwalking
Chapter 1: Life is the first of many sins
(Title was inspired by Sleepwalking from Photek)
(The missing piece to Hear the Voices? Of Samuel. This entire story is short and based on Dream Phobic. I suggest you read Hear the Voices? Of Samuel if you are new to this. This will be about Dream’s background that is grim and bloody. I mean like bloody where it is weak to the stomach. Anyway, I recommend you read Hear the Voices? Of Samuel to actually understand where this story is actually picking up from. If you already read the story, then by all means, read this. Enjoy! MLP is owned by Hasbro and Lauren Faust and the OCs are owned by me.)
‘Three months is long time, well if you don’t like, well you are. Three months is forever, when the sun doesn’t shine at all. You might be alive or you just breathe, to pass the time. Well you’re so lucky, so lucky to have it all. Someday you’re gonna realize, you’ve been sleepwalking through it all, sleepwalking, to get back home.’ –Sleepwalking from Photek (Featuring Linche)
A crying foal was being levitated down a torch lit hallway. The unicorn that had the foal in its magical clutch, wore a black robe enshrouding his identity. The foal was brown with a light brown mane and it was a boy.
"Oh Magnus Azazel, Heros deus sceleris. Ex hoc ego vocare tibi pro tua benedictionem super electi filium subiugalis, qui natus erat sub tuo stella. Commodo concede vestra puer delectus benedictionibus vestris." A pony preacher prayed. Ponies in robes were sitting in a circle that was drawn with white chalk and had a pentagram in the center of it. Surrounding the star was a triangle with a hand print. On each of the digits were ancient letters.
“I brought the child.” The unicorn said levitating the foal to the preacher.
“Good Lucifer, soon, the ritual will be completed. Did you name him yet, if I might ask?” The preacher asked.
“Yes, his name is…” Lucifer glanced at his son and says, “Dream.”
“Here is our chosen foal! Dream of Lucifer! The birth star of Azazel!” The preacher yelled raising Dream to the air.
The ponies began to stomp their hooves on the ground while yelling, “All hail Azazel!” The preacher lays Dream at the center of the star and walks off of it with his father. The star began glowing red. Soon red tendrils began sprouting out of the glowing circle as they enter into Dream’s eyes. The foal’s crying ended in silence.
The ponies began praying to Azazel as the circle began glowing brighter. Lucifer and the Preacher watch as Dream’s eyes began glowing extremely black and a bright white light was shining out of his mouth.
“Father Abbadon is this really right; he is still just a foal.” Grief was heard landing next to the preacher. Grief had a brown coat, with a long combed light brown mane and tail. He was an earth pony that had a Cello strapped to his back.
“Grief, it is nice to see you here at your own brother’s ceremony and yes, it is right to do this. The younger he is, the more influential knowledge and wisdom he will gain in the future of the great lord. You should be less nervous about him Grief. I know he means a lot to you, but do not worry. Lord Azazel knows what he is doing. After all, he was born under Azazel’s star.” Abbadon said, grinning at Grief. He took off his hood revealing his gray mane and gray coat. Abbadon was a unicorn as well.
“Son, you have a little brother now, be sure to treat him right and help him on the right path of the lord.” Lucifer said, looking at Grief.
“Yes father, I will lead him as Azazel sees fit.” Grief said nervously. “I’m just nervous is all; I’m a big brother now.” He said smiling at the last part. “I have a little brother who will look up to me and it will be my duty to lead him down a wise and faithful path.” He said earning a small chuckle from the preacher and his father. Grief always wanted to have a little brother. Dream was one of them. Dream was his first ever little brother.
“Be careful Grief, Octavia and the Diane cousins will be very jealous when they find out you’re more excited to take care of your brother than them.” Lucifer said.
“I still love them, I just always wanted a little brother, you know. Another male part of the family, plus Octavia is still just a filly, Inkie, Blinkie, and Pinkie are still foals and Lilitha is very incestuous. I do like her, but not that much.” He said.
“Really young one? Then how come you let her have her way with you?” Lucifer asked, causing his son to blush.
“She was in heat, what else was I supposed to do? It really doesn’t matter anyway.” He said looking away. “We are sinful under Azazel’s wing.” He said.
“True, we let our sins run wild under his law. Nopony can stop us because of it.” Lucifer said grinning.
The circle stops glowing revealing Dream who was asleep. Abbadon smirks and says, “The Star of Azazel has completely synchronized with the great lord. Hail Azazel!” He yelled. The Azazelists all praised their divine god, staring at Dream.
Grief was the only one in the entire room not praising, he was staring at his little brother calmly. He drowned out everyponys’ loud voices and was clearly focus Dream. ‘Brother, you are going to be very strong.’ He thought, smiling. Lucifer places his hoof on Grief’s shoulder and smiles. Greif smiles back and says, “This is amazing father.”
“Yes Grief, it is.” He said.
“Congratulations Grief, on your brother’s ceremony.” Grief’s ears perked up after he heard a pony behind him. He turns around and sees an earth pony stallion with a messy long blonde mane wearing a gray trench coat, he also had pink eyes. This pony was Insane Membrane.
“Insane, it’s nice to see you.” Grief said smiling at his friend.
“Yes, it is my dashing stallion. My, my, you look very sexy.” Insane said, licking his lips.
Grief blushes and says, “Thanks for the compliment.”
“It’s a fact you lovely musician.” He said.
“Insane, weren’t you on a mission?” Lucifer asked calmly.
“Yes, I was on a mission, but I heard of the ceremony and that your son was here, so I couldn’t miss this.” Insane said smiling at Lucifer.
“Insane you’re just simply crazy over me huh?” Grief asked, smiling at Insane.
“You know it.” He answered.
“I will leave you two alone.” Lucifer said. When he left them to go see Abbadon, Grief glances at Insane and both of them walked down the hall.
“So, Insane, do you have any news about Celestia?” Grief asked.
The two took a left walking into a bedroom. Insane closes the door and locks it. “Yes, she is aware of my existence and plans on arresting me. She has lawsuits like it was nothing. The cults are in trouble as well. Are you sure this plan will work out fine?” He asked.
“It has to work; we need to get both sides eliminated at the Temple of Fenrir.” He said. Grief hops onto the bed and looks over at Insane and says, “Celestia is our only source in causing both sides to be eliminated.”
Insane sighs, walking towards the bed. He then hops on to it and pushes Grief back. “I don’t think she is our only source in winning this.” He said standing on top of Grief. Grief sighed, rubbing his head.
“We just have to find out, I am certain this will work.” Grief said. Insane smiles softly leaning down pressing his lips against Grief’s. Grief eyes closed halfway down allowing Insane’s tongue to enter into his mouth playing with his. Insane’s hooves began trailing down Grief’s rough strong stomach. He unstraps the Cello and gently places it on the ground.
“I know you are being overdue with stress on the job, but you should take a break now. You have a little brother now, just as you always wanted.” Insane said after he broke the kiss. He began kissing down Grief’s neck, earning pleasant soft moans from him.
“You are right, I should take a break.” Grief answered, moaning as Insane’s hooves began rubbing on his flanks. The trench coat pony’s body was pressed against his, both sharing their body heat while their sweet scent of cinnamon lure into their nose. “Cinnamon?” He asked, making eye contact with his lover.
“I thought it will give us both a pleasant smell while we have fun together.” Insane said, smiling softly at Grief. Grief chuckled and rolls him over so he could be on top.
“It is doing more than just making you smell nice.” Grief said licking his lips.
To be continued.
(I hope you like it, it may be short, but there are more to it soon.)
