Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Fifty

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I held onto Majestic for dear life as she flew far faster than Ben Day, and worse, we were invisible. I could see everything, even with my eyes closed I could see it all. It was a terrifyingly bizarre feeling as I was forced to watch New Unity get smaller and smaller.

Then it stopped and we were floating in the air.

"Y… you're n… not doing to d… dro-" I attempted to stammer out my fear, only for Majestic to finish my sentence.

"Drop you, that depends." she said mockingly. "If you choose to further include Ben Day in this madness, then yes, you will die."

"Right, keep your nephew out of it." I blurted out, but then remembered why we needed him. "But what about the foals?"

"Ben Day protecting them is fine, what I don't want is you drawing him it a Celestia damned fire fight, much less a murder!" Majestic chastised me.

"Oh… then what about High Pressure?" I then asked.

Majestic sighed. "That's why you're with me. Unlike Ben Day, my hooves are already stained with blood. And I know that those Enclave ponies deserve everything they get. Also, I'm curious about what High Pressure knows about Tripwire. He is rightfully paranoid, and has surrounded himself with Fillydelphia hounds to sniff out intruders. Even the changelings can't get near him with their tricks."

"Okay, cool." I said, nodding my head before asking, "can we land now."

Somehow I knew she was smirking. "Not yet, there's a few things I need to know from you first?" I didn't like this, not one bit. "One, can you really talk with Grizzly Deal, that bitch is more stubborn than a donkey? Two, How am I to know you mean the foals, and by extension, the other ponies here no harm, or that you won't abandon them whenever convenient. Lastly, what makes you think another Tripwire won't show up, or Redeye, are you so great to be so incorruptible?"

"Uhhh… well, Grizzly and I sort of became friends. I can't make any guarantees, but I can talk with her. Anyways, what's your problem with her in the first place?" I then asked.

Majestic let out a huff. "Because she's a two faced hypocrite. Pretending that she was never for the slave trade when her family were the ones who helped start it so long ago. Always going about upholding deals, but when I come knocking, suddenly those old deals mean nothing anymore. We had been promised shelter and aid by her ancestors if we ever needed it, in exchange we helped recover much needed medical supplies, tech and textbooks, things they still use today. The only reason Ursa's Rest is not a shit hole like the rest of Equestria is because of Trixie's generosity. But Grizzly told us that the deal was with the Goddess, not us, and turned us all away."

That did seem rather harsh, and unfair. "Ya, she can be like that, but I'm sure she can be convinced to uphold that deal, if you give me the chance. As for the foals and the others, we have a place they can stay for a while. And plenty of work is needed at Ursa's Rest. Also… the foals, well two of them, I'm here with their mother. She's been wanting to see them since the day Redeye took them away."

"I… see." Majestic said, her voice now a calm tone. "Redeye did a lot of that, seeing himself as the only pony able to give them the best possible future. Even if that meant ripping foals from their parents. But all tyrants are like that, seeing their way as the only and best way for everypony."

"Ya, I'm starting to see a connection with ponies who think they know better, and mass murder." I said bitterly.

"That I can agree, miss Lottery." Majestic said somberly.

"Then… I guess I have no answer to that last question, I barely even know what to do with myself." It might have been all the stress, or just the terror of being up so high, but I started to cry. "Fuck, right now I got two unwanted foals in me, and I want to get rid of them, but… is that the best choice. I can keep fighting if I get rid of them, but they're innocent, not some raiders waiting to be born."

Wiping off the tears, I figured that since I was already here I'd might as well keep going. "Is it selfish of me, for not wanting to be a mother when it is forced upon me. My friends all have their perspective on this, and it confuses me. Cutarize was born a raider, and yet he's rejecting that life. Molo is desperate to be a mother again. Cold told me that they are part of me. And Plasma has been through so much, and yet she's just accepting it."

"Miss Lottery," Majestic said clearly and with a cool calm. "Unfortunately I missed my opportunity to be a mother a long, long time ago, so I can't share your worries. But I do know something you should do, and that's to change your perspective. You're clearly conflicted because of the injustice of your situation, that no matter what you choose, somepony will be harmed.

She then took a deep breath, "You want to know what the Goddess's ultimate goal was, it was to have a family. Under all the bravado and the crushing god complex, Trixie was lonely. She never had a home, and never knew how to make friends. Even when I was with her, I could never pierce through that loneliness that had built up in her. Her mastering invisibility and then accepting Twilight's offer to be experimented on… it was all because of her depression to make a connection with a pony she saw as an equal, and along with her committing a long drawn out suicide. When Trixie became the Goddess, she was happy for a time, until it was clear we, her daughters, were all sterile. We tried to convince Trixie that we didn't mind, that we were content, but she couldn't see past a failure she couldn't control. Instead she doubled down and demanded more daughters, thinking that eventually things will work out. And it eventually drove her mad."

"Heavy, but why tell me this?" I asked.

Majestic stayed quiet for several long seconds before giving me her answer. "Whimsy, and I haven't had any pony to talk about this for so long. Not since Nightseer lost her mind within Canterlot, and the other Overseers left to spread the Goddess influence. But that aside, I wanted to convey this to you, since I still feel like having this heart to heart. Where Trixie went wrong was that she was never willing to commit to a goal, always reaching for something just out of reach, and it destroyed her. These unborn foals, their existence is not what makes you pull out your mane, but what they represent."

"And what do they… represent?" I further asked.

Majestic then said in a sad tone, "That the wasteland is forcing you to make a choice you never wanted to make. That, whatever you choose, that choice will follow you. And it might break you. That choice broke Trixie, broke many of my sisters. So many broken ponies found their way to us, too afraid of death to die, but not wanting to be themselves anymore. It is unfair and cruel to have such a thing forced upon you, and it is you alone who must decide which cruel fate you must trot down."

"I think… I need to… sleep on that." I told her.

"Yes, that would be best. But unfortunately you have things still unfinished." As Majestic said this, my stomach lurched up as we descended, and once again I held on for dear life.

The wind blew through my mane, threatening to take my mesh cloak, all while I saw New Unity become ever so much bigger. I feared that we were going to crash, but as we were about to hit the refinery, Majestic turned into a glide.

"Was any of that necessary?" I quietly asked, still holding onto the alicorn tightly.

A light chuckle came from her, pissing me off a little. "No, but free falling is one of the few joys I can still feel. Did it when I was still a unicorn. I find it good for clearing one's head."

"I find it an act of insanity." I huffed back at her.

"And agreeing to commit an act of murder is so much more sane." She chastised me.

I sighed. "Fair enough."

As Majestic flew, we got further and further away from the town, and closer to the edge of the open pit mine. There I could see her, High Pressure trotting along the edge, and with a second pony, I guessed it was Stormfront. He was in a suit of pegasus power armor, it painted in a mess of black and red splotches

"You know that attitude of yours is why no other stallion wants to stay with you!" The stallion said to High Pressure.

"Clearly it's not bad enough since you're still here." High Pressure scoffed at him.

"Oh come on my sky candy, unlike all those useless fools, you and I were meant for each other." He said in a smooth, yet eerie way.

High Pressure glared at him. "I've told you before to never call me that, Stormfront, we are not a couple, we haven't been engaged for years, and I despise you. Much worse, you're an ambitious moron who's only gotten anywhere in life by hanging onto your mothers tail. I bet your planning something stupid with Flyright, right now."

Somehow I could sense him grinning. "It's only stupid if it fails, which it won't. The air Marshall is a pony who gets it, she really does. Once we cast down these savage wastelanders and take the tech for ourselves, she's going to rebuild the Grand Pegasus Enclave. You and I, we will make up the new founding families, together."

A look of indignation formed on High Pressure's face. "Air Marshal! So Flyright is not going to pretend to be a General first, oh this is rich. Let me guess, you're going one of her general's."

"As a matter of fact, yes, Flyright actually recognized my greatness. So why can't you?" Stormfront then poked High Pressure with his armored hoof. "You're so smart, yet why can't you see my greatness? You and I, together we can own everything, not even Flyright could deny us!"

"Listen here, and listen well." High Pressure glared at Stormfront, the look on her face telling me that this conversation was not the first time. "You and me are never going to happen, and that General rank Flyright gave you, it's a joke. Your her loyal court jester who is too dumb to see the chain around your neck. And rebuilding the GPE, that's an even worse joke. The Enclave never existed, it was all smoke and mirrors meant to keep every pegasus ignorant and scared. But now, they can see all the lies, and their fucking pissed!"

*Crack*

High Pressure hit the ground after having been back hoofed by Stormfront. "What do you know! I served, I fought, and I bled. You stayed up in your office writing acquisition forms while I did the real work. If you ponies didn't abandoned the Enclave at the first sight of trouble, we could have won, we could have put those no good, dirty, dirt tredding, mud fucking, wastelanders down!"

I had enough of this and lifted up my rifle.

A soft chuckle came from High Pressure. "Work? For the last hundred all you troopers ever did was bully the rest of the enclave into fallen in line, or lay around and bitch about not getting to retake the surface. And when you finally do get the chance, you limp back to safety after getting your ass kicked by a single farmer."

"How were we to know she could weald over six fucking guns with dead accuracy like that!" He shouted

I then whistled sharply, causing Stormfront to freeze.

Aiming down the sight, my night vision making everything as clear as day. I had a feeling that I couldn't break through the armor, not without hitting a soft spot. But unlike the steel rangers, pegasus power armor had a clear weak point.

Then I let out a short and sharp whistle to get his attention.

"Who's there, show yourself!" He demanded.

I held my breath as he turned around, his muzzle exposed to the world. Slowly I pulled the trigger, doing my best to not jerk the rifle. Making sure it was all one smooth action. "Who ever that is, I'm going to-"

Three suppressed shots burst out of my rifle. All three hit their mark within a half of a hoof of each other, entering through his mouth. Stormfront stumbled back, making a gurgling sound. Blood oozed not just from his mouth, but even from his vizor, likely a ricocheting coming out through his eye. Stormfront tried to talk, but it was clear he couldn't, and soon fell over, clenching his throat.

Trotting over, I became visible again, stopping at the still struggling Stormfront. "Will this do?" I asked High Pressure.

She had picked herself up, and as she trotted over, she kicked some dust at Stormfront. "Could have done it before he slapped me." She snarled as a dark bruise was already forming on her face, but then she smiled. "But ya, with this fool dead, I can finally sleep well again. Though I'm sure Flyright will figure out that I was involved, but that's why I don't plan on sticking around." She unfolded her wings and patted two saddlebags on her hips. "And what better time than now. Oh, and best if we take the armor with us."

She then looked past me, as spoke out. "So you also decided to make a move, Majestic?"

The big blue Alicorn became visible as she trotted over. "I… decided that maybe, siding with a bunch of psychopaths again might be a bad idea."

High Pressure rolled her eyes. "That I can sympathize with that."

Majestic then looked at me, a calm expression on her face. "I'll call Ben Day to bring your friends back to your hiding place, now let's go, you still have much to do."

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It was awkward as our group now had expanded by two more, the two alicorns taking up a lot of space. We almost had two more alicorns join in, but fortunately Majestic sent them away, needing them to watch out for their lame sisters, and to not arouse suspicion.

"So… most of you are literally… retarded?" I slapped Molo on the side of the head for the rude comment. "What, that's what it sounds like!

"It's fine." Majestic said, having kept a calm expression. "Though a bit crash, she is unfortunately not wrong. Those sisters are the unfortunate ones to have never regained memories or a sense of self, they are effectively soulless. And even if they do gain a sense of self, they will be nothing more than oversized fouls."

"Foals capable of crushing a full grown pony in power armor." Plasma commented. "Steel Hooves was not called the Mighty Alicorn Hunter because they were harmless. Just saying."

Majestic nodded her head. "No, you're right. Even unintentionally they can do great harm. It's why I cannot leave them be, in case one remembers, and were…"

"A raider before becoming one of you." Molo said.

"Among other dangerous individuals. There are also cases like Ben Day, where they were foals, and will be lost and confused if they are ever to remember." Majestic further explained, then took a deep breath and sighed. "That's why while Ben Day and another sister keep the foals safe, I and the others will herd the rest of our sisters out. We will not join your fight, it is… too dangerous. But I will help you get started, get you all in, unseen."

"Truthfully, that's more than we could have asked for." I told Majestic before turning to High Pressure, who was counting bars of mithril. "As for you?"

High Pressure looked over at me and then pulled out the three grenades. "As part of the deal, here are the explosives."

Cold Trails whistled loudly. "You can probably destroy the refinery with those."

"Among other things, but I'm guessing you want the other part of the deal." She responded.

"Just about this place, any info on Tripwire can wait until later." I told her.

High Pressure gave me a nod before explaining what she knew. "Right, I guess it's no secret that Angel is brainwashing the ponies here, and that the church is using a form of the mezmetron to do it. You probably have plans to tamper with it too, I bet. Well don't bother, the real mesmetron device is not here."

"What!" Spell Circuit blurted out. "But how is he using it if it's not here?"

"Same way Tripwire plans to use it against the population of the wasteland. It's being remotely transmitted." High Pressure lifted her wings up, waving one, then another. "From his hiding hole he is sending out the Mezmetrons signal, and whatever magic it does is sent through a receiver. For Angel's case, it's several TV's and radio. Then the creepy bastard plays the pipe organ whenever the signal comes in, thinking it amplifies its effect. I doubt it does, but it is able to trigger the mind control conditioning, effectively giving Angel another way to control them. Worse, he also has a recording of the signal on a holotape, not as powerful, but still works well enough."

Spell Circuit didn't seem to like the sound of that. "Well that changes our plan, and means that my Brother is further ahead in his research then we feared. So then how can we get the innocent ponies out of here?"

"You mentioned recordings, can we use those?" Plasma asked.

High Pressure shrugged. "Possibly. Angel uses it to call ponies back to the church, before the real signal comes in. But I've also the recording used to direct the slaves to follow the slavers around. All you need to do is play it with the right command. Only one problem, Angel keeps the holotape with him all the time."

Spell Circuit nodded. "So as long as we get that recording, the plan stays the same."

"Except we have to deal with Angel first." I pointed out.

"And that could start the fire fight before we're even ready for it." Molo added, who then clicked her tongue in annoyance.

Mint then stepped up. "Let's not forget that we still don't understand how those commands work. You're assuming that you can even reprogram this thing on the fly. Or if it can be reprogrammed. "

Doubt set onto Spell Circuit's face. "If it was the Mezmetron, I know I could do it… Damnit, my brother must have predicted this.

"You said that the pipe organ triggers some conditioning right, could we use that?" Plasma asked High.

Higher Pressure shook her head. "No, it only calls ponies to the church, nothing more."

"So there's no way around this then, we need that recording. But how do we use it?" Plasma asked herself.

As though a light went on in Spell Circuits head, he jolted up. "That's it." He then turned to Margaret, trotting up to the robot. "Margaret, How loud can your music function play?

The robot smiled with her eyes. "Quite loud, I also have several alarm systems and a megaphone function that can be used for search and rescue."

Spell then looked over to Plasma. "Can you reprogram Margaret to play a holotape?"

Plasma thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Ya, all miss nannies should have a holotape compartment. So it should be easy to get it working."

He then turned to me and trotted over. "Right, the plan is still mostly the same, but now we must protect Margaret as she rounds up the captives and leads them to safety."

"After we get that holotape from Angel." I again pointed out.

The final plan was coming together, as messy of a plan it was, we at least knew what we were to expect.

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As Majestic dropped me off near the top of the refinery, I ran through the plan over and over in my head. It was simple yet so much could go wrong. Kill Angle and get the holotape, deliver the tape to Margaret, were Cold Trails would bomb the church with the grenades to cause a distraction. Once the slavers and zealots are on the other side of the town Margaret will draw the slaves out, and once everypony is a safe distance away, we blow everything up.

Yet so much could go wrong. The fighting could start too soon, Margaret could get shot, the bombs not going off!

"Lottery!" Cold whispered to me. "You alright?"

I nodded, "I'm fine, just worried"

"Ya, same here, but if the worst comes, I got your back." He comforted me. Though not liking the idea, Cold was currently using Stormfronts armor, so as not to arouse too much suspension as he flew about. We tried to clean out the blood, but we didn't have the time to get it all.

His job was to watch out for me as I snuck into Angel's bedchamber, making sure nopony caught me.

"Alright, let's go." I told him and Cold then flew off. Then I turned back to address Majestic, "you sure this is alright, we promised Ben Day to at least try to talk with Angle."

She shook her head. "That's because he was protected from most of the horrors of the wasteland, and does not understand its dangers. He also didn't know Angel from before Trixie touched his mind, or the things he does in private. Killing him would be putting him out of his misery and closing a very dark chapter in the wastelands history. Trust me, it will be for the good of all that he dies."

I nodded, feeling that it was best if I didn't probe any further into what she knew. "good luck, and I hope I see you again."

"We will see." She told me before vanishing.

Now it was up to me, and if I can get that holotape without alarming everypony in this place.

Looking around, it was more of the scrap built structures I've seen all over the wasteland, though here it was built on the side of the refinery. It seemed odd that they would build here, but now that I thought about it, why was there a refinery in this mine in the first place?

The ponies from the great war were weird.

There was one difference, this area was decorated with the images of alicorns, some made of scrap, others painted, all with a twisted sense of regalness. It made me uncomfortable to trot through it all, their eyes seemingly following me.

Angel's door was no better, the door completely covered in mad decorations of a blue alicorn with a floppy hat. They practically flowed out of the wall, all forming a bigger alicorn that stood above the door, and looked down at me with a disapproving glare.

Taking a moment to collect myself, I then tested the door, finding that not only did it not have a doorknob, but no lock whatsoever. Entering the dark room, I quietly trotted in, careful to not step on anything or knock something over. The light from a window gave me enough light to get a good image of the room itself, large but not that large, a large and twisted statue of an alicorn in the middle, and a bed at the far end.

Angel was there in the bed, sleeping peacefully, motionlessly, as though the ruined lives of so many were not staining his hooves.

Creeping forward, I considered using my rifle, but dashed that idea. Though even with the suppressor, it was still relatively loud to fire, so Rime Frost was my best option. The shotgun was cold in my mouth as its blade reflected what little light the outside provides.

The unicorn in the bed was unmoving as I took Rime Frost into my hooves, ready to strike. Angel was so unmoving that he looked as though dead… if I ever could be so lucky. Yet he didn't even seem to be breathing.

*Crack* the pick of Rime Frost came down on Angel's head, and he was dead. Yet it felt… too easy.

I knew it was a bad idea, I should just go and get the holotape, simple. But something compelled me to check. Resting Rime Frost onto my shoulder, I used my free hoof to uncover the now dead Angel.

Suppressing a scream, I found a dried corps of a unicorn stallion in the bed, its body thin, and a moldy rope around its neck. The dead unicorn was dressed in fine clothes and decorated with jewelry, all well cared for. Even the corpse mane was still intact and groomed.

"Shhhhhh, you will wake him." Angel said from behind me, his voice alone nearly causing me to jump in shock. "My brother has had a long day, he needs his rest."

Turning to look at Angel, what I thought was a statue was actually him standing on a pedestal, in some sort of pose that looked painful to hold. From my position I could see the light reflecting off him, and without his robes on, I could see how thin and mest up his body was. He seemed more skeleton than pony, every bone and rib visible through his thin fur. Scars covered his body, reminding me of some of the raider slaves, but far older and uniformed, as though perpusly cut into him. He also had two grotesque wings, no feathers, just fur and cancerous growths over bone. My eyes lowered to see that like Onyx had once told me, he was smooth down below, other than a crossed scare where his dick and balls should have been.

His eyes were unfocused, not looking at me or anything as he stood there. His horn now glowing, and then the blanket was returned to covering the corps. "There you go brother, nice and warm."

This… was not going to be easy.

Slowly I again crept towards the real Angel, this one was still unmoving, but the slight signs of breathing were there. The closer I got, the more the hairs on the back of my neck stuck up, and the more everything felt wrong.

His body then twitched and he changed poses. "Yes. I hear you, all of you my goddess. They will know your greatness, how can they not. You will fix this world, just like you fixed me." He mumbled.

"Brother knows too, your love and mine." He again mumbled, creeping me the fuck out.

Angel's horn glowed again, and objects began moving about the room, forcing me to stop.

"Yes you're right, always right. They are foolish for not seeing your greatness. Maybe if I open up their skulls and let the light in, they will see." Angle was smiling as he rambled on.

I was done, and quietly lowered Rime Frost down, and took aim. Fuck it if other ponies hear, this creepy bastard needed to die. But as I aimed and pulled the trigger, all Rime Frost did was click. I knew it had ammo in her, I just knew.

Several shotgun shells then floated between Angel and I. They dance as though to mock me.

His eyes then focused on me, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. "You!... Who are you?"

"Im…." This was bad, I already fucked things up. "I'm your new… p.. priest… test." I stammered out.

His eyes widened, and with a flash, teleported right in front of me. "Oh you see it too, don't you? Her greatness and powerfulness. How can you not, not when it's so obvious!"

"Ya… she is great and powerful after all." I said nervously.

Angel nodded vigorously. "Yes, the Goddess saved me, saved me. The voices were too much and my brother couldn't speak to me. I did my best to care for him, wash him, oil him, keep him warm at night, but the voices would not stop mocking me. But then her voice silenced it all, made it all clear." He grabbed my hooves, squeezing them tight, causing me to drop Rime Frost "I heard she could fix ponies, so I brought my brother, but she told me I was already doing a good job with him. Saw my devotion and let me become one of her voices, to share her greatness to the world."

The old stallion was strangely strong as he held my hooves. "Oh, yes… very great."

"Then pray with me, and be blessed by the Goddess." Angle told me, but then began mumbling incoherently.

I thought about pulling Whisky Shot, but that revolver would be way too loud. But then I realized I had my Grizzly Gauntlets, all I needed was to get in a good hit. He was an old stallion, so he shouldn't be all that resistant.

Digging my back hooves into the floor, the claws anchored me as I then lift Angle. He was rather light, making it easy to then throw him over my head, all while he still held onto me. But when I hit the floor, he did not.

Getting up, I saw Angel floating in the middle of his room, eyes wall white. His glare seemed to go right through me, it was filled with hate. "You, you're one of them! Doubting me, calling me mad. You made my brother hurt, made him hang! You, you, you, you!" The room became a storm of objects flying about, several of them nearly hitting me.

Again digging in I charged, taking hits from a few books and a small statue, but when I got closer to him, he again teleported.

"You mock the Goddess, you do not see!" He growled at me.

"All I see is a crazy old stallion." I spat back at him, trying to keep my voice low.

He then squinted his eyes at me, "you, I know you… yes, your Tripwire little harlot! What, didn't get enough attention, typical low born mare." My body then froze as I was lifted up, and by Angel's magic, pulled to him. "They never change, always trying to dig their hooves into their betters, wanting to steal the wealth. Greedy little harlot."

I tried to move, to speak, but I was trapped. I needed help, any help!

Angel then smiled, what teeth he had were yellow and rotting. "I know, you can try to take on the Goddess blessing. Tripwire has forbidden me from using the slaves, not yet he said, that the Goddess blessing come next. Oh, but you, I doubt he will care if you are baptized in her most holy waters."

A blue light flickered from behind me, catching Angel's eyes. Will-o-Wisp then floated between us, Angel losing focus, his eyes now tracking the blue flame.

"What is this, it's beautiful, magnificent." I was dropped, along with everything Angel controlled as he got low to the ground. "Oh great and powerful Goddess, have you come to bless me with your light, to finally make me one of your children!"

Not wasting the opportunity Will-o-Wisp gave me, I got up and charged. With Rime Frost finding her way back to my hooves, I swung down at Angel. His skull gave a satisfying crack, and frost formed around where I hit.

"Do I feel a chill?" Angel said, bolting up, as though there was not an axe in his head.

In shock I took a few steps back, and Angle turned around to look at me. "I… I can feel i… it! The Goddess deems me wo…. Worthy!"

Angel's eyes began to bloat, cracking as the frost took hold, leaking a putrid fluid. He looked about to puke, but what came out was a grotesquely long tongue that whipped around wildly. The already poorly held together skin sagged even more, parts of it forming boils.

Above him was Will-o-Wisp, curling around Rime Frost, and I knew what to do.

Dashing at the rapidly mutating Angel, I swiped at his tentacle like tongue with my claw to knock it back before sending a hoof at his face. The strike connected and the Grizzly Gauntlets ripped off his jaw, but to only have a second tongue lashed out, cutting my cheek as I was knocked back.

Jumping back up, the first tongue struck my leg, harmlessly scratching the armor plate inside. I charged again, this time going around to avoid the tentacle tongues, and jumping onto his back. Managing to grab Rime Frost, and planting a back hoof onto Angel's back, I pulled the axe head free and raised it up high.

In a brief moment I found myself back on top of the mound maker, but this time Rime Frost was in my hooves, this time she was not the evil thing. She was going to stop this evil!

"Time for you to go join your damned Goddess in Tartarus!" I shouted.

With all my strength I brought the axe down onto Angel's growing neck. Again and again, each strike sent a wave of frost over his body as he continued to mutate. Tendrils wrapped around me, pulling on me, but I managed to keep on attacking. Finally there was a crack, and Angel's head fell off, shattering onto the ground. His body continued to thrash, but soon settled down and fucking died.

Putting Rime Frost into her sheath, I shook off the tentacles that were trying to pull me off, and turned around. My jaw dropped as I saw that Angel's misshapen wings had become like a tree, in which the tentacle dangled off from.

I then noticed as Will-o-Wisp moved about franticly, telling me to look over at the door. There I saw three priests looking at me from the door, all with shocked expressions on their faces.

"Uhhh… let me first say that this is not one of my kinks." I nervously told the priests.

Loud stomping came from behind them, and the comforting and commanding voice of Cold Trails spoke up. "Move it, get out of the way!" He demanded as he then pushed away what had to be more priests. As he stomped through, the power armored pegasus then froze. "Uhhh… please don't tell me that's your kink." He said nervously.

A blue light then illuminated the room, and Will-o-Wisp landed on my head. I was confused for a moment, until the priest began to mutter. They could see her, even Cold could see her as I felt his gaze look just above my head.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I knew what to do next. "Here me! Angel had been corrupted by evil, and led you all astray. As you have seen, he became a monster, the true form of a false Goddess, and I ended it before his evil could go on to fully corrupt you all."

There was a pause for a long moment, but then a priest and priestess leapt into the room, both thin as rails and with signs of mutation. The two then prostrated themselves before me, getting as low to the ground as possible.

"Miss saint, tell us!" the stallion said.

"Yes miss saint, lead us!" The mare pleaded.

This was unexpected, but a good unexpected. I just hope I don't have to give any speeches anytime soon.

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