Life once asked death:
"Why does everyone love me, but hate you?"
Death replied:
"Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth,"

Six.

That was his current name now and it would be his last.

Why?

Well to be honest?

He was dead.

Six remembers the moment he first met his team leader Noble one, Carder face to face.

He said: "Spartans never die,"

Though everyone knew that was a lie, spartans do die like everyone else even him, 'ONI's personal grim reaper' even faces the knife at some point.

He might be one of the only two hyper-lethal spartan ever recorded but even he had his limit.

Fighting none stop for days, no sleep, no food, no water, low on ammo, moving from palace to palace, no backup, nothing it was just him and the covies that were glassing the entire planet.

So yeah of course he was brought down but not after shoving his fist down someone's throat.

He fought with the fury of all of his countless dead brothers and sisters.

The child of a forgotten planet whose entire history has been blacked out by ONI and became their personal grim reaper who never failed them once.

Only for him to die here on reach.

The best reward he has ever been given, the chance to join Carder, Emile, Kat, and Jorge in Valhalla where all spartans no matter if they were a II or a III.

Though...

That's what he thought.

Six felt the pain in his chest from where the energy dagger pierced his body fade away along with the feeling of being back on his feet and his helmet returned to his head undamaged. The feeling of his black personally modified Mark V Mjolnir armor was nice, to say the least after all he spent nearly half his life in the suit.

Though...

Where was he?

He wasn't on Reach that was for sure and yet this didn't look anything like the stories of Valhalla or heaven not like he deserved to be at the gold and ivory gates of the lord. The spartan III stood seemly in a realm of grey, no sky, no floor, nothing but grey was this purgatory where he would wait for his judgment? Though this place felt all too familiar to Six as if he has been here once before a long time ago.

The feeling of deja vu was crippling as Six held his head trying to remember as he could feel the answer on the tip of his tongue yet it remained out of his grasp. Then a voice spoke one that couldn't belong to any living being human, alien, or AI this voice was a deep yet claiming voice that caused Six's mind to ease.

"Hello again boy," The voice spoke. "It's good to see you again,"

Six looked up to see a being seemly made of the smoke stand before him, Six was confused but he knew who this was deep in his very soul for this was the real grim reaper, Death.

"How have you been boy?" Death asked.

Six looked at the smoke that looked like a skeleton in a robe where the smoke seemly was black and white.

"Busy," Six answered.

Death gave a low chuckle amused by his answer.

"I can tell you are a hard mortal to kill now I'll give you that," Death responded. "But you are that same mortal that came here not so long ago,"

This seemed to confuse Six.

"But I digress," Death spoke. "Besides seems like you were given my title and for good reason,"

Six then saw countless smokey figures fill the entire grey space all in the shapes of humans and aliens of both young and old alike...

ONI trained him to kill and that's what he did, he is a killer.

"So many souls you have given to me that I must admit is a bit much for one man," Death spoke. "But I can't really call you a man anymore can I?"

The ghostly figures all vanished.

"So many," Death spoke. "So many in fact it's amazing,"

Six just stared at the reaper.

"I'm proud of you boy," Death spoke. "So proud that I think that deal we made so many years ago was worth it,"

"Deal?" Six questioned.

Death gave the same chuckle.

"Right you wouldn't remember after all that was also a part of the terms you agreed to for the deal," Death spoke. "But none the less your back to me and have gone beyond my expectations!"

Six was confused... Did he make a deal with death before? When? How? Did he die or something before? It doesn't add up.

"Though I'm surprised," Six turned to Death. "Still a virgin,"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Six asked.

"Nothing," Death responded. "Just surprised that's all not like it matters after all one of the terms wouldn't allow you to create life,"

Six blinked.

"What?"

"Again doesn't matter those drugs pumping through your veins wouldn't allow it anyway," Death spoke. "Still... there is the question what I do with you now,"

That line made Six's blood freeze, he hadn't felt fear in his entire spartan III career he almost forgot the feeling completely.

"I can't let a good avatar of mine be thrown away so easily," Death responded. "After all you gave me so many souls in this lifetime that I owe YOU!"

Death again chuckles deeply.

"What does that mean?" Six questioned.

"Well, it means I can't let you move on," Death spoke. "But your physical body on reach is now nothing more but glass so a new body is in order but this time I'll not have you start all over from square one again,"

'Did I have some kind of past life or something?'

"After all this form of yours is most suited for reaping souls unlike the last one but I might have to alter it slightly for you to 'blend' in you know," Death began. "Humans aren't really a thing in this one world I have picked for you,"

"What are you talki-"

"You know what I'm saying lad," Death spoke. "You'll live once again but not in the same universe that holds everything you know this world is far different from your current one,"

Around the two images flashed around them.

"See this world I have picked for you is one that is quite 'peaceful' in some ways but in other ways isn't," Death told Six. "Peace is a lie as you already know for no matter how peaceful something seems you and I both know that I'm always waiting around the corner,"

Six watched as crimes were committed in the images.

Thief, Robbery, Murder, and even Rape.

Seems like sin was in all intelligent races no matter what.

"You'll fit right in," Six watched as an equine humanoid slit the throat of a child Rodent child who held their dead mother.

Six looked at Death.

"Don't expect me to kill children this time," Six told the reaper who seemed to smile even with its skull face.

"We'll see," Death then went to six. "I'll leave you with some of your belongs and tributes to your comrades so don't worry,"

Death tapped six's chest plate.

"Do you want me to pass any words to them?" Death asked.

"I'm sorry," Six answered.

"For whom?"

"All of them,"

(Friendship city)
(Formerly Ponyville)

Lights flashed as another dead body was found in the early hours of the morning in the slums of the 'new' capital of Equestria. Police were on the scene as a pony was found dead seemly dumped onto the ground for them to find could be from one of a mob. It didn't matter for them the police weren't going to find out who did this for this was another one of many dead whose killer would remain in the shadows.

Justice in this city was dead and everyone knew it.

A cloaked figure watched from an ally way holding a large case in it's right hand along with a backpack, one of the cops looked over to the ally way to see the figure as he saw something like a shimmer of gold coming round under the hood. Confused he narrowed his eyes but the figure seemly vanishes from his sight causing the cop to look at his flask before to the ally before pouring out his drink onto the road.

...

Not even ten minutes and Six has already come across a crime scene, death was right it was around every corner seemly. Though Death might have brought him back in that ally to make a point to the Spartan III not like he needs to for Six already seen plenty of death this didn't phase him.

Uncloaking himself Six began to walk down the streets it was mostly quiet for the few people of this world to walk by, like his universe there were all kinds from Equine, Felines, Canines, Rodents, Reptiles, Ursid, a few fantasy creatures like griffins and Landshark creatures. Still, six walked forward with the case he had somehow knowing that both the ODST pack and the case held weapons and ammo along with some 'bits' that this world used for money that he also knew about.

Death seemed to have thought of everything for his favorite 'avatar'.

After walking down a few blocks he ran into the first gang, biker based from the looks of for they were right outside a garage next to a bar. Along with that, they all had leather biker vests with the symbol of a flaming tire and two engine pistons in as crossbones for a snake skull. Six just kept his head down as he passed by the gang as he did one of the bikers noticed him and got up towards him before shouting.

"Hey hood," The biker spoke up as six turned his head his visor darken so as not to draw attention. "You're in road snake territory,"

"Apologies I didn't know this place was off-limits," Six replied looking into the window to see the back of the biker's vest and of course he lacked the badge of the rest had.

'Must be new to the gang,'

Six sighed knowing he hasn't earned his 'palace' in the gang yet though why him and not an officer of law enforcement he had no idea.

"You new to friendship city?" The reptile asked to which six spoke.

"You can say that... just a wander," Six replied.

The reptile spat some chewing tobacco from his mouth onto the street.

"How about I teach you some of the rules you should know," The reptile then popped his knuckles. "You should know not to come into some gang's turf without protection,"

Six watched as the reptile walk towards him, six was taller by a foot but this seemed to be the whole reason why he was being targeted. He was big and this cloak of his was tattered even know he just got it along with the military-style backpack and everything he seemed to be a perfected target.

"You should wait," Six spoke causing the Reptile to stop confused by what Six had just said. "This isn't going to go the way you think it is,"

"What the fuck you say?" The reptile asked as he got close as the rest of the gang members began to watch even from the top floor of the garage. "You threaten me?"

"No... I'm warning you," Six told him. "If you attack me I wouldn't hesitate to defend myself,"

"Pfft like that is a smart move attacking me will fuck up your life," The reptile stated pulling back his fist as Six placed down his metal case.

"Fair enough," Six then watched as the Reptile throw a punch as Six casually dodged.

The road snake blinked before throwing another punch but for every punch six dodged this reptile was slower than his superhuman sense... that is if he was even human anymore after death brought him here. Another and another hook this reptile was sloppy and he wasn't throwing real punches these were like a drunk man flaying his arms around. Six knew drunk boxing and this wasn't anything like that, good lord this Reptile was trying too damn hard.

"STOP MOVING!"

Six didn't and not a word left his lips while the Reptile lunged at him while six moved aside causing him to fall into a puddle of dirty water. The road snake looked up to see six towerings over him, who was looking at him through his dark visor before turning back to the heavy metal case that he set down and picked it up.

"Do yourself a favor and stop embarrassing yourself and learn how to actually throw a punch," Six stated as he began to walk away but then his motion tracker on his HUD watched as the red dot that was the Reptile move at him causing six to turn and watch as a switchblade was driving into his chest.

The entire gang froze as the blade snapped off from the impact as Six looked down at the reptile who looked up at him before Six brought his hand up placing a finger on the rookie's chest before punching forward in an inch punch. The sound of ribs breaking and the Reptiles screams echoed through the street as Six turned and leaving the gang to go to the young member.

Six then passed by a cop car who seemly watched the entire thing as he turned his head at the cops who froze up upon seeing the hooded figure stare at them. The two cops gulped before Six turned forward and began to keep walking forward as the biker gang cursed at him and Six knew that he had already made some new enemies in this world within the first hour.

(Fire Motel)
(one hour later)

The receptionist watched the news from the TV as she heard the doorbell ring telling her someone had entered the lobby as she kept watching the news.

"Excuse me," A muffled male voice speak to her.

Blaze locks turned on her chair.

"Welcome to the Fire Motel how can we-" She stopped upon seeing the cloaked figure before her. "-help you?"

"I would like a room please," The muffle being stated.

"Um... sure five sliver bits pure night," Blaze locks told him as he reached into his duster's pockets and pulled out ten silver pieces placing them onto the counter.

Blaze reached to grab the keys for the guest.

"Here Room 111," Blaze locks spoke. "Two nights?"

The being nodded taking the keys.

"Do you have a map of the city?" The being asked as she nodded pointing to the map holder as the being went over and grabbed one. "Thank you,"

"Cause no trouble," Blaze spoke as the being left leaving, confused she then when back to the news.

(Room 111)

Placing the case on the bed Six sat down on the foot of the bed, though it was a cheap mattress six didn't care it's months since he even seen a bed it didn't matter. He didn't feel tired as he grabbed the remote he turned on the TV to the news station the receptionist was watching as it spoke.

"Queen Twilight sparkle has spoken today at the friendship palace about the disappearance of the film flam brothers this afternoon after they have given reports about illegal trade deals with the friendship court,"

'Just like back home,'

Six sighed as the news kept going into detail as he pulled out the map.

"Well... here I am death... now what I do?"

Author's Note

Burning the midnight oil guys as I realized that one my mom and step-father are camping and two I haven't touched the halo series in YEARS since I did 'HERE'S JACKIE!'

Still want to do something different and knowing how well the anime-style story went I thought it's best to do something more common. A kind of gang story with Six wandering the city watching it run red in blood and maybe have him join a gang down the line.

Some familiar faces of MLP will come and some other Faces from some furries will also come to show themselves just a heads up.

Till then lads and lasses this spartan is tired.