Author's Note

WARNING, this chapter is a dark murder chapter, so read at your own risk.

Chrysalis's Death: Chapter 3

In a dark and quiet room, Chrysalis sat on the cold stone floor, imprisoned to never see the light of day again.

She didn't know why, but she felt a feeling of fear flood her every nerve.

She could sense that there was someone else in the cell with her.

"W-Who's there?" Chrysalis stuttered fearfully, as she began to look around for the mysterious invader.

"You ruined my life. Made me suffer, and suffer. And suffer." The voice growled coldly, slowly walking towards her tantalisingly.

"Who are you?!" Chrysalis roared angrily, fear hidden in her voice.

"You know who I am, do you recognize my voice?" The voice asked dangerously, taunting her as he walked ever so slowly to make her feel afraid.

When Chrysalis saw who it was, her eyes widened like saucers as she trembled with fear.

It was Michael, albeit he seemed slightly...off. His eyes were not their natural own, but a dark crimson red, a pair of severely charred crimson wings on his back.

"What are you? You freak!" Chrysalis roared, attempting to strike him with her hooves as he grabbed them with his wrists, preventing her from being able to strike him.

"The devil." He answered, as he let go of her hooves, but quickly grabbed her throat and tightly held it, trying to choke the life force out of her.

All she could muster were incomprehensive groans and sputters in a weak attempt to speak.

He then tightened his grip on her throat, seeing her slowly and painfully die brought a sense of satisfaction to him.

Once he saw that she had died, he let go and washed the blood off of his hands, before retracting his wings and devil eyes.

He would not let Celestia, nor anypony find out about what he had do to. In his own form of justice, she took his life so he took hers.