SOVIET HELLSCAPE

Written and illustrated by the white devil

The winds howled in fury and agony, actively working against me. My guards barely kept themselves from freezing to death by huddling up against each other. Thankfully we knew ahead of time that this new world would be deathly cold. However, not in our wildest nightmares could we have predicted it would be this dreadful or grueling. Let alone how dark and destroyed everything was on this hellish planet.

My sister, star pupil, and I arrived here to make first contact with another advanced civilization. To set up an embassy and establish valuable diplomatic relations with another society, maybe even exchange knowledge, though I fear that may be a fallacy now. The beings that once lived on this planet have since perished in varying degrees of brutality. Some were charred skeletons, some were mutilated corpses, several had severe burns, and a rare few had died from age.

My sister and I tried to shield twilight from these horrific sights, though sadly her sheer power and curiosity led us to failure. When we mentioned the skeleton of an alien, she immediately bolted in the direction of the corpse. Before we could say anything, she saw that dreadful sight. An entire family of three, barbarically slaughtered and mutilated, the foal looked to have been sterilized and raped.

The corpses still had decaying flesh on the bones as the blizzard preserved the bodies. She's still sobbing into the nape of my sister's neck. It pained my ancient heart to hear such a dreadful sound, unmistakably cruel to such an innocent being, however, I had gradually grown apathetic to brutality over the thousands of years of existence.

"Sister?" Luna asked her voice monotone after seeing the innumerable sights of tragedy.

"Yes, what is it luna?" I replied.

"What dost thou thinketh happened here?" She inquired curiously.

"I do not know sister, but regardless of what happened we should focus on finding shelter," I responded blankly.

"Do you think it was nightmare moon?" She whispered in my ear, her voice slightly shaky as the trauma and guilt of what she had done in the past started to come into mind.

"Maybe. But I doubt it. She wanted to make the night last forever and for ponies to worship the moon. I seriously doubt she would have blocked out the sun with black clouds. Especially because these clouds have also obscured the moon as well, effectively rendering her plan futile and displaying the flaws." I explained in-depth, my tone blunt and matter-of-fact.

"We... Didst not think about that." She mumbled.

"You tend to neglect thinking alot, dear sister," I added, a slight smugness in my voice. She knew what I was referring to with that statement.

"Oh don't fool yourself! You're the one who decided to send me to the moon for millennia, a couple of years would have done the same job." Luna retorted, her face a little scrunched up in an angry-cute way.

"Well, I think this place should teach you exactly why that may have been a much more rational solution. Considering you tend to act before you think, alot." I said, granting an angered huff in response as my sister trotted past me.

My metal horseshoes pounded against the frozen asphalt whilst I galloped across the land. We had found a group of these creatures that were still alive. I tried to establish communication but they pulled out a large bulky steel tube and fired a rocket. Which was responsible for killing a quarter of the guards. I fired bolts of magic in retaliation but with limited effect.

My adrenaline was flowing through my veins, it is a useful ally for a situation like this. Speeding projectiles whizzed past me at ludicrous speeds that'd make rainbow dash jealous. I tried to enter the sky with my wings, but one of those projectiles tore through my wing.

The thing must've torn through a tendon or nerve because the pain was immense. It could be described as several thousand molten needles and electrical shocks. I almost passed out, but the others healed the wound and dragged me behind cover.
Though the thing that irked me was the cover itself, a strange hunk of metal formed into the shape of a vehicle. I guessed from the damaged wheels.

Hot tears poured out of my eyes, the pain was unholy nor bearable. Blood oozed from the large hole almost like a waterfall made of my precious lifeforce. I wailed in pain as they tried to stop the severe bleeding. I had practically reverted to a little filly because of the pain and blood loss. My heart slammed against my ribs and my breathing became labored. Everypony was screaming at the top of their lungs as the guards fought viscously against the aliens. Numerous ponies died at the cruel hands of these barbarians. My head throbbed in pain whereas my ears rang like a cowbell. Distorting the screaming and hollering. My sister stood over me, she loudly spoke trying to get her message through my mind. But her words just weren't getting through. As the battle went on my sister started to become much more desperate. Tears began to pour out her eyes and on my chest and her voice cracked.

My eyelids grew heavy whereas my muscles started to relax, my body started to become hot and cold as the world started to fade. It was like my life started to flash before my very eyes. The screaming and pain seemed to go away, it was almost soothing and haunting. But the potential reprieve from giving up seemed so good. Yet, so selfish, I was supposed to be an example to my little ponies. Selflessness, kindness, generosity, acceptance, benevolence, loyalty, honesty, justice, and many other traits.

But that selfish desire to give up was such an alluring thing, no pain or misery. At the expense of my family, friends, and entire species. But I'll be at peace so would I care though? Sure everypony would suffer but all they'd have to do is follow me. Eternal peace, right? I almost gave in to temptation. However, I wouldn't need to as God made that decision for me. Death.

The last thing, the last painstaking thing I ever heard was my sister's anguished sob.

"TTTIIIAAAAAAAA!!

The castle was in absolute ruins, she ruined everything and everypony. Blood and gore splattered all over the floor like balls in a damn ball pit. My beloved sister stood over my injured crawling form. Cold hatred and malice radiating from her wicked and armored form. The moonlight reflected off the mirror-like platinum armor, she created that brilliant design behind our backs. It could reflect magic like a laser on a mirror, that was the inspiration.

I brought five friends with me to weld the elements of harmony, but she massacred them like lambs to the slaughter. As this lunatic would say, like the evil whore it is.
The elements lay on the floor broken into a million pieces by my mad sister's potent magic. She was always a master at the art of war whereas I was the master at the bargaining and geopolitical stage. Not that she had no skills in politics it just wasn't her thing. She was always an introvert and could barely function around people.

I was a fool for not checking on her or recognizing the signs of mental illness. Now I pay the dreadful price for that asinine ignorance. The lives of everypony, which includes me.

"So I finally defeat the likes of you, Solaris" she spoke coldly, it wasn't an overly emotional rant or a catatonic state. But instead an icy frigid and calculated statement. A matter-of-fact.

I didn't respond, only crawling forward. The foul beast snarled at my resistance, always a power-hungry whore. The Beast decided to punish me by slamming her armored hoof on my hindleg with a sickening crunch. The bone-shattering into a trillion pieces, even tearing through the CNS nerves and blood vessels.

The pain hit me like a ton of bricks as I let out a broken howl of pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I quietly sobbed in agony. My breathing grew erratic and labored, sounding like a wheeze. The foul beast cackled like it was the biggest joke in existence. Her laughter caused me to flinch.

"Aww, did the poor little pony get a boo-boo? Here, let me kiss it better!" She mockingly yelled, before clasping her razor-sharp teeth down on my cheek. Aiming for my throat.

She retracted her head almost instantly, tearing a massive chunk out of my neck and throat. Part of the carotid artery traveled along with the flesh. Blood began to pour out of my throat and restricted my breathing. The evil bitch only howled with laughter as she slowly tortured me to death.

That was when a new unknown source of power coursed through every fiber of my ethereal form. My eyes glowed with a bright white light whilst my wounds began to mend themselves. Righteous anger polluted my mind as a loud viscous warcry left my throat. Utilizing every single ounce of strength, I threw my hoof into the head of the beast. My armored hoof smashed against the platinum helmet with a sickening crunch. The metal impact boomed in response.

Nightmare moon staggered on her hindlegs before tripping on a mangled corpse of a solar soldier. The mare's face was priceless as I hovered over her crumbled form. Blood gushed out of the beast's fractured skull and nose.

"Y-you... Di-did it," The Beast stuttered in shock and awe, my response was an angry roar.

"YOU DARE TRY TO MURDER ME, MY FRIENDS, MY EMPIRE, THE WORLD, MY SUN, MYSELF, AND EVEN MY SISTER!!" I bellowed at the crumpled-up sad excuse of a parasite. My mind was clouded by extreme fury and anger.

"FOR YOUR CRIMES NIGHTMARE MOON!! I SENTENCE YOU TO ONE THOUSAND YEARS BANISHMENT!!!" I roared in the beast's disgusting face.

The elements flew into the air and began piecing themselves together, the stones glowed with their respective colors. The power coursed through every vein and fiber as my rage took over. My horn lit up with a stunning Rainbow colored aura as I launched a prismatic beam upon the foul beast. Nightmare moon howled in agony whilst the prismatic representation of harmony tore her very soul apart. Purifying my sister in the process.

The last thing I heard from my sister for the next millennia was this single word.
"TIIIIAAAAAAA!!!"

"No, no no no... Buck!" Luna lamented at the nearly lifeless body of her sister. Hot tears staining her ebony-colored cheeks, it was a hard day indeed. Celestia's chest was still rising and falling and a pulse was still existent. But for how much longer?
She shook her sister's motionless body several times, calling out for her beloved sibling. A tragic time unquestionably.

Eventually, the broken princess excepted her sister's likely demise. She whimpered and laid her head upon her sister's chest. Hoping it was just some cruel dream or nightmare, but she knew better. She is the princess of the night and dreams afterall.
Celestia's skin and fur were cold to the touch, somewhat clammy even. She was still alive, although just barely. The round that hit her was a large caliber 7.62×54R rifle bullet. Easily capable of tearing the wing off if it wanted to.

Almost all hope was lost to, ironically, the princess of dreams. Left alone to sulk in her misery, the others were stuck in grueling combat. Whereas twilight had locked herself inside a large compartment in the back of the husk of metal. But help can come from the most unlikely of circumstances. In the distance, they heard the sound of hooves thumping against the black asphalt. Lifting her head from her sister's chest, she saw the source of the sound.

The creatures who had attacked us were being fought by another group of the same beings. These creatures, however, rode into battle on top of massive sturdy ponies. They wore thick fur clothing dyed navy blue with a few light blue stripes. Big black fur hats in the shape of cylinders sat upon their heads. They also wore crudely built body armor and wielded long spears. Some even used rifles and pistols.

They charged into battle whilst being followed by another group of tribal warriors. And strange mutated creatures that appeared to be a mix of a jackrabbit and antelope. My guards backed down after they saw the massive battle that ensued between the groups.

Eventually, the aliens on horses won, they cheered victoriously as they stood over the brutalized corpses of the bandits. They trotted over to the ten of us, their clothes soaked in blood and silver sword.
Their eyes glared upon us with curiosity and sympathy instead of fear.

"Нужна рука с ней, товарищ?"

"Where art thou taking us?" Luna spoke softly, "Back to the jackalopes tribe," the burly cossack replied coldly.

The two of them sat in silence for a while, the translation charm worked fantastically
well. Though the humans, as they call themselves, weren't very appreciative of it at first. They were a breath away from butchering us.

"So, thou art a beadurinc?" Luna inquired to the man. "I don't know that word," the stalwart alien replied.

He was quite the sight to behold, a large muscular stalwart equipped in a fetis suit that was the espy of my heart. His voice was quite din yet his appearance was courtly. Though, unlike most gentlecolts, this one was much more wayward and brash.

"It means warrior in old ponish," Luna responded with an obvious look on her complexion. It was a matter of fact to the ancient moon mare.

"I acknowledged that much, horse." The burly cossack spoke, trace amounts of venom in his frigid tone.

"We told thee already, we art a pony not one of these foul beasts you ride on!" Luna snapped at the cossack, before turning around to a horse staring at her with an erect penis. Turns out one of the riding horses was a stallion in heat, go figure.

"STOP STARING AT US! THOU ART SWINE OF THE HIGHEST CALIBER, PERVERT!!" She screamed at the beefy stallion in heat, her embarrassment evident on her face.

"Damnit, shut up moon horse!" The burly cossack boomed in his iconically harsh voice.

"NAY, THOU SHALL SHUT HIS MUZZLE!" She bellowed at the bulky male, almost using the royal canterlot voice. "NO, SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!" The cossack roared.

"So, what are you, some kind of weird-ass bird horse mutant?" The cossack asked calmy, it had been over an hour since their screaming match.

"We art an alicorn," Luna mumbled quietly her words bare coherent as the stress of yesterday came back to haunt her mind.

The large cossack kept quiet, knowing full well why she wasn't very talkative. He did not want to disturb the poor dreadful mare. The trauma he once experienced came back to haunt him.

"Pray tell, mighty beadurinc, we willan thy name, please." Luna requested,

"What do you mean, princess." The mighty man asked the ebony mare. Luna's mouth formed into a seldom smirk as the man addressed her by her title. The old spice jingle practically played inside her mind the second he finished that sentence. Resistance is futile.

But she quickly snapped out of that stupid mindset and answered the man's question. "What is your name, alien?"

"Ulyanov. Ulyanov of the cossacks!" He chuckled as the massive group of humans cheered his name. Luna brightened up at this display of ulyanov's grandiose display.
There was a small bit of respect for the man deep within her heart. Such a natural and prideful display of respect for their commander had to be honored. He must be a brilliant leader.

Ulyanov noticed luna's awestruck expression and incessant staring, he chuckled a little before taping on her shoulder. The mare almost immediately whirled around to face whatever threat, only to find ulyanov. He spoke once again to the awestruck mare.

"Pfff... hahaha! Oh man, the look on your face, hahaha, Holy fucking shit! You were so fucking tense, haha!" Ulyanov laughed heartily at luna's expense, she hung her head in embarrassment before giggling.

It took us a week and a half but we arrived at a small village. The village wasn't very large in particular but it made up for that in its construction.

"Is this where thou live?" Luna asked blankly.

"Yes, this is where we live." Ulyanov chuckled, as he rode his horse up to the front gate. When they got closer to the shantytown, the guards at the front gate nodded as they unlocked the gate.

The large rusted metal Gates slowly opened with a loud boom from the wear that came with age. When they opened, the sight really was truly something to behold when compared to the wasteland.