(Gaster POV)

To say we were welcomed among the hive would be an understatement, the Changeling were all to happy to celebrate our arrival, Sentinel and Blue were less welcomed but I don’t think they cared or noticed.

Chrysalis and I talked at length about her hive, her mother, and even LOVE. Turns out Mothra saw something was wrong, she and the other moths reported feeling dread and as if they were being fallowed. For an entire race to feel that… I Can’t imagine what they must’ve felt, letting my mind wonder to my children… Mothra had her sisters and brother, but the moths only had so much. Even if they lived together, that feeling eating away like a parasite, I can even see it in my mind. Families, lovers and friends. Huddled in they’re homes. Waiting for what ever caused this dreaded stalked feeling. Moths aren’t predators or prey animals. So I imagine the feeling of being stalked like this would feel so foreign, So unnatural.

I had to pry my mind away from it. If I let myself set into those thoughts I’d loss myself again. But hearing about Mothra didn’t help. Talking about her hurt more then helped. According to chrysalis Mothra was being ignored or discarded by her sisters, not intentionally but they wouldn’t take her flames seriously! Celestia said it was all in her mind, probably a side effect of my presence missing. And Luna bless her, she tried to help help giving the moths comfort in they’re sleep. But then one by one they started going missing. It wasn’t entire city’s or even house’s, but ONE by ONE. Husbands and wives would wake up finding they’re lovers missing, children without parents, parents without children! If a house had two parents and three children… it would leave one of the house for last… a parent without they’re family they loved and raised… and child without they’re siblings and parents… the fear of being alone… of being next….

When the guard finally released what was happening they tried putting those left alone under protective watch… but that never seemed to stop or even stall what was happening… when the entire city’s had gone missing the moths sought protection in the hives with the changelings who they saw as a sibling race seeing it was Mothra who made them, the changelings did everything they could. But it didn’t stop or stall what was happening. When there was bit one left. A little girl named Sillica, chrysalis herself held her close as she cried, begged to not go. She missed her mommy and daddy. She loved Chrysalis and all she had done with her. Chrysalis said she even went to bed together never letting go of her. But when the sun rises… she was gone missing from her place in chrysalis’ arms.

It tore at chrysalis, I could see it in her eyes. And it burned a familiar pain in my heart. After I tried reassuring her it wasn’t her fault, even promising to find the moths and Mothra as soon as I could, to distract her I asked her to explain the hunger of her people. When she told me she feed on love I assumed she meant the emotions of love. If that had been the case feeding them would have been easy… how wrong I was, and how much I need to scold Mothra when I see her. They feed off LOVE the essence of a monsters magic and soul.

During my time as a human when I played the game I always wondered why someone would name the act of killing someone love. Now I know, LOVE is the act of absorbing the monsters as they are. In death they pass on they’re magic to those close to them, in hopes of passing on emotions, memories, even desires. Frisk never felt it cause, she was human. But monsters and the hybrids of this world… they could feel it. Essentially, if Chrysalis and her kind were around monster ponies they wouldn’t feel the need to eat, they wouldn’t go hungry. But in this instance, monster ponies are in short supply. So they need to “Siphon” it from regularly folks, it didn’t need to be the ponies, those just happened to be the closest and had a bad rep with each other.

After we finished talking I decided I need time to think and meditate. A empty room and a bit of supplies I asked for were granted to me.

“That’s all boys, thanks for the help.” I said over my shoulder as I continued to write out Equations on a board pressed into the wall, behind me a group of guards finished bring in a few tables and test tubes and other essentials of equipment I needed. If I was going to do this there was no room for failure.

“Gaster what is it you plan to do?” Chrysalis asked as she say on the bed that was provided. Crossing her legs and leaning back slightly. If I didn’t know better I’d say she tried to look cute or sexy often but I think that’s just her way.

“Well with the moths missing and no one knows what happened to sithis or the reptiles. As such I’m in need of new allies and you need a new food group. So I’m going to make a new race.” I think the capsule way I said it is what caused the fallowing spit tale of all those present.

“M-my lord, e-even if you could do such a thing is it wise to introduce a new spices to the world so spontaneously a wise idea?!” Sentinel said, the way he said it made it sound like I couldn’t, just watch buddy!

“If I keep they’re population to a small decrees it shouldn’t be a problem, much of our world is vastly unexplored and unused, new and exciting races could help in the expansion of our world. And in the dealings with threats. I fully plan to wipe this world of a few.” The darker tone my voice took should make it clear who my targets were.

I seemed to hit a nerve of everyone here. They all shivered and squirmed in discomfort and looked as if a cold breeze had blown in.

“Why do they think they’re better anyway grandpa?” The new voice of Blue asked. When I reverted his age his mind went with it. Returning him to a young lad of a man. One I know can grow into a fine man one of these days with the right Tutelage.

“It’s probably because of those famed tombs we found scattered around.” I said as I finished on one of the major portions of what my new children would be like.

“Tombs?” Several voices asked, stunned I turned to see chrysalis, Sentinel, Blue, and the other changelings in the room all looking confused.

“Yeah… you know the tombs, like the ones we found in white tale woods? Canter mountain? The far northern empire? The tombs of the beholder?” My questioning gaze met more and more confused stairs and I about lost it.

“Your telling me no one knows?!!! Those tombs were the greatest and most terrifing discovery’s in my life time! Faust herself was in awe and fear of they’re mere existence!” They were some of the greatest moments of my life times! Even former Gaster had no idea such things could be!

The endless rooms of the tombs, the mighty archaeologists of our time couldn’t fathom who, how, or why they were made!

“Well… suffice it to say we found long forgotten tombs… they were mighty in they’re construction, well over at least fourth five thousand years old, From when I fisrt arrived! The first time we found one me named it the Tomb of the beholder, it was never fully explored, but we estimated we got as far as half way through it, and in its center a large statue unknown in its craft sat, depicting a might mythical creature I know as a beholder. Said to be the guardians of a great unknown power or dark and ancient gods we know next to nothing useful about them except they never build without reason. They are many and they are beyond our knowledge, it is said that if you ever met a true agent of the ancient ones you’d lose your very mind to them!” I said in my best spooky scary skeleton voice, the reactions were priceless!

Chrysalis was hiding under the covers of the bed with Blue in her arms, sentinel was ‘borrowing a shield from the past out guard on the floor who with his comrade and past out from sheer fright.

Getting my giggling under control I turn back to the board “relax! I’m only joking, truth is we don’t even know why the behold was built there. It’s just that this time of year I celebrate by tricking and scaring others, that whole bit with the dark gods of as just to scare you.” I was immediately confronted by a overly embarrassed and angry chrysalis and Blue who sought to end my existence with pillows. My laughter quickly filled the halls of the hive as I wrestled with the two of them.

(3rd POV, 2 hours later)

Gaster was back at his table looking over and double checking all his equipment, math, and hypotheses. When making a new race from scratch there never any promises of perfection. Something will go differently not necessarily wrong but it will be different from expectations. Sithis and his reptiles were proof of that.

Blue was fast asleep on his bed cuddling Chrysalis who smiled down at him brushing his blonde hair back, she knew what he use to be like and seeing him like this. It made her realize a truth many forget, no one is born evil or good. We are as we were raised to be, Blue simply wasn’t raised with respect for the world around him, just another thing to blame Celestia for in her eyes.

Sentinel has chosen to get his own room, and Bazel decided she would help him find and settle into a room, as the time started to tick by Gaster sighed it was about time to create something new again. He looked back on his previous creations and past inspirations to help come up with something new.

It had to be adaptable, that was easy adding some of the DNA and magic from ponies, it had to be versatile, in times of peace how could they add to communities, or in times of war how would that add they’re nations. Griffins came to mind being fierce fighters and great guards for boarder towns that shared populations in the past. It had to be tough. The Caribou always put up a fight and if he had intentions to start a war he needed soldiers who could take the hit and keep rolling, Minotaur were his first instinct, but he instead decided to favor the Crystal Ponies of the Far north there armor like skin and coats made them excellent guards and warriors. And finally, he needed to which of his souls to use, in the past he used of of the several soul types to help create the emotions that promptly made itself know in all of they’re kind. For the moths it was Kindness, for the reptiles it was Justice. Bats were Patience. But this new one?

It had to be a military focused with loyalty, strength, a code to each other so they wouldn’t fall for mind control or temptations like what the Caribou promise, his mind from his human life came up, it reminded him of a game that he played, it had an army that fit the bill for what he was looking for. Fiercely loyal, stubborn to turn, Warriors with a code to the end, and strong elite fighters! The only issue was there strength. It came from a figure head, a leader who loved his troops more then anything. They were like his children, and to protect his children he invented a spell that allowed him to burden they’re pain. If one of these soldiers received a killing wound, it would heal on its own in time, if a soldier lost a limb, it could grow back or be reattached. These feats of amazing strength and survival came at a cost, they’re great General would endure much of the pain they felt, and as a side effect his bond with his soldiers grew to the point of sensing loyalty and life within each member of his army. While that sounded amazing, it also meant he could feel there love for him dwindle, or that he could feel there life slip away into the unknown. He lost much in his time especially during the games period.

But it was ideal for what gaster wanted steeling himself, he decided to go for it. Adding a bit of human DNA from his mind even with massive alterations to make it more what he sought.

Looking over to chrysalis he smiled “do we have any large Iron ore deposits around here? iron man I’ll be needed for these new creations of mine.” His question caused her to jump slightly as it was the first he spoke in his hours of preparing.

“Yes, a rather large one is not far from here, we also have a smaller mine of iron at the bottom of the hive, digging it out for further expansion.” She replied as she leaned back on one hand while the other continued to brush Blues hair.

Nodding he turned back to his board, it was all done and ready now. All he needed to do was apply his magic and give it life. Turning to the empty table with the ingredients he asked for to be brought. Chemistry and alchemy was also had a essential role to play in creating new life.

Almost 99% of the mass of the human body is made up of six elements: oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus. With only about 0.85% is composed of another five elements: potassium, sulfur, sodium, chlorine, and magnesium.

Clearly he needed similar ingredients to make a body structure for his new children. The figure head of his new people would have to be made first to be able to apply the spell that would shield his other children.

As he began the procedure he took great care in taking ever safety possible, adding shields around him and the experiment, placing the other occupants of his room in shields. He watched as the chemistry was first, creating the glowing blue and Purple outline of his new child, his mighty build was easily seven feet tall! But he also seemed bulky not macho man bulky but certainly big in its own sense of the word. His head was bold but he had a long white beard and buddy white eye brows. His hands where mighty and looked big enough to crush someone’s shoulder in them!

Once his body had completely formed there laid a large pale white human male, next came his intelligence. Gaster wanted him to be a basic carbon copy of the original man he was based off, his values and priorities were much aligned with Gasters. Once his intellect was in place, adding a bit more war fare knowledge involving the world they were in as well as a bit more loyalty to Gaster and curiosity for things unknown.

Finally it was time for the soul, Gaster had made up his mind channeling his BLUE and PURPLE hands to hover over the large man. Allowing his body to siphon the soul energies from the two hands.

Once it had been done they all sat back and waited, the shields still up in case of any complications. It took a moment but when it happened everyone was astonished, the mans skin started to harden then change leaving his face unaffected, his skin turned grey and grew cracks and ridges, from his toes to his collar bone his body turned to a hardened stone like iron. When his transformation finished his eyes shot open a pale blue light shined from them as his pure blue and light purple eyes glowed, sitting up this new man scanned the room looking to all the occupants till his eyes fell on his creator, the table cloth that was placed around his waist area fell to the ground as he turned and fell into a kneeling position in front of his creator.

In a deep gravely and echoed tone he spoke with authority and determination. “Father… your Iron legion awaits your call to battle.” Gaster was astonished never had his children been born with such knowledge of what was going on around them. They acted more as children with knowledge they didn’t know how to use.

Smiling he walked up to the kneeling man and placed a hand on his bold head. “From this day forward… you and your kind shall be known to the world as my StoneKin. I grant you the territory’s of my enemy’s the far norther wastes of this land to do with as you see fit. And I name you great General of the North… Graven Ashe!”

The glow of Gravens eyes flared with excitement and joy at his new name and stood at his full hight, the might seven foot two man dwarfed everyone in the room his mighty build impressing not only Gaster but the guards as well, meanwhile the females of the room grew blushes and went ridged as they saw his handsome rugged face, and his ‘Ahem’ mighty assets. While he spoke and carried himself with a elder general mannerisms, and his white beard gave off a feel of age beyond most years. His face held a young mans visage and had a spark in his eyes that screamed youth of a young man.

Gaster couldn’t be happier. But now it was time to make his new son his people to lead. Turning back to the table he sighed “wonderful… now if someone could bring me those same ingredients once more… I need to make a female…”

Author's Note

The Iron legion!!!!

For those who don’t know this legion and Graven Ashe are straight from another popular game a few years back! First person to say where it’s from can add a OC to the iron legions ranks!

Also apologies for taking so long I’ve been busy and distracted time and time again while writing. But this chapter marks the end of what I’m calling the set up phase!

Soon we’ll get to see our boys in action! And I can’t wait!

Full disclaimer Graven Ashe and the iron legion are property of Obsidian entertainment! If you guys like them and think they did great jobs with games like fallout new vagus, the other worlds, the pillars of eternity, Star Wars knights of the old republic 2, and grounded

Then give a look on steam for other releases by them. They are one of my favorite studios and I hope for they’re continued amazing stories and games!

Also happy Halloween!!!!!