Your Human and You: Buried Above The Ground

by Miro MM

Rating: mature
Tags: Changelings, Anon, Mystery, Princess Cadance, Fetish, Suicide / Self Harm, Horror, Queen Chrysalis, Other, Non-consensual, Sex, Profanity, Gore, Violence, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Death, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 28412

These are the woods, and this is the home. Drink from it, the chaos of the eyes. And it's dark within. Descend into fear and it will devour. Between two worlds.

A cabin situated in the middle of the forest, its walls are rotting away. Nature is chipping away at it, feasting on it like a dead animal laid out on the forest floor. Thorns and leaves slowly covering it from base and lever. 2 things live within the walls of it, a man and an animal. A Human and a Changeling. Forced to live here, the woods seem to never stop. They always seem to be growing, breathing and moving. A darkness is inside those trees, in the mountains, below the dirt, in the rocks and in the misty sky above. Something is lurking, something is watching.

**WARNING!!** This story contains many disturbing scenes of rape, gore, bestiality, there is also references to Necrophilia, Foalcon and Cannibalism, if you do not like any of which I have stated click of this story now!

Additional Warnings: This is not for the faint of heart, this story has very graphic and realistic portrayal of depression, suicide, rape, torture, again, if you do not like any of this, click of this story now.

Additional tags: Thriller, Sad, Random, Porn, Adventure, Drama, Tragedy, Slice of Life, Romance

'Art By Me'

Published 2022-08-06 15:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-08-06 15:50:00 UTC

Prologue

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A soft wind blows in through the open windows, the sun rays are beaming through and escaping from outside into inside. A cool and moist air is filling the room. The smooth wooden surface below, accompanying the entire cabin floor. Small particles of water flow softly down the floor boards, the smoothest way it could. Rain dances in the air as the curtains softly floating with the winds outside making it. Drops of water slide down the fabric, racing down and falling of towards the floor below.

Down the rooms of the cabins, it is small, cozy yet dull at the same time. The wind crashes through the air as a door already slightly open moves quickly, turning open within seconds almost hitting the side of the wall but the wind slows it down causing it to go back and forth slightly before resting open. Water follows soon moving inside as rain starts filling the room, sinking through the ceiling down towards the room slowly and swiftly in motion. A Human stood near a quadruped animal, a mix of a horse, as tall as the Human staring at him. A Female it was. Her hooves had holes in them and so were her legs. A set of dark blueish green like mane and a pair of cyan like wings from her back, her color was black and from her head was a crooked long Alicorn like horn. In the light she looked gorgeous, like a demon yet an angel standing as he grabbed at her and kissed her.

She closed her eyes as her long hooves went around his back as she kissed deeply in return. Her soothing lips touched his as her hair dropped down slightly, he pulled from the kiss with a line of spit connecting as he kissed down her neck as she looked up and rested her right over his shoulder. Her face was of bliss, in rhythm she softly moaned as he pulled her towards the wall as he held her up while she cling to him moaning. Slowly back and forth he moved into her, his dick was hard as it was entering inside her, her gates watering as her sex dripped slowly from. He moaned himself as he kept going out and inside, his dick almost escaping every second yet being clammed inside as she lustfully licked his face starting at him with pure love inside her pupils.

With a thrust he dug his cock deeper into her, her moans filled the room as the air through there hair, rain slowly fell upon them, droplets of water circling around as they land on them, a drop falling into her eye as she blinked. She locked her legs around his hips and he grabbed down towards her waist before forcing them down as she closed her eyes. Now laying on the smooth wooden floor he trusted into her, rutting her like a stallion would as they both breathed and moaned loudly.

The wind blew water droplets through a booklet resting on a table as the pages flipped through, the booklet moved slightly from the wind as his foot touches a bottle sitting on the floor causing it to tip and fall over. Water spilled from it as they continue, he leans into her as they both kiss, swapping spit as she sticks her snake like tongue out licking his, she opens her eyes and stares to the ceiling as the feeling of cum rushes through her insides as the Human lays atop her, both breathing heavily and relieved.

Of Chaos And Despair

A low rumbling sounds from the deep woods, a low ambience remains accompanied by a heavy silence. A tint of blue and misty smoke is covering the forest floor, soft rain is visible through blurry outlines falling so slow they look frozen in the air. The cold moist air is almost visible, a clear transparent layer of smoke covers the entire canvas. The grass is blueish, the leaves of the trees are the same. Green is barely visible, it is evening time. Although it feels as if it is mixed with a night time shine. The stream of water below a small bridge situated over the running water is moving so slowly.

The water is running without a sound, No birds can be heard, neither the rustling leaves. The fog is dense in the distance, clear in the foreground. It is misty and moist, it seems to be deep in the mountains and far in the forest. The Changeling walks across the bridge, so slowly it's barely noticeable that she even is. The Queen looks over above the stream into the darkness. At the step she makes the wood doesn't make a single sound, the silence is almost unbearable.

The rumbling picks up and stays at an even pace, slow and soft but increased by a few ups. She is within the ferns, the mist is harsher and rain is pouring but just the same, so slowly, and without a sound. The trees have bark of white and dots of black. The ferns are thick and large, the greenish color is more visible as she every so slightly, makes her way through it. Little deers are hiding among the ferns as usual. The smoke hides them, and a cool wind blows softly against their fur.

A low ringing sounds from the dirt below, she walks among a cleared forest way. The grass is small and softly waving, a mountain of trees around her, the fog is thicker and closer. Down a slope she walks so slowly, the light shines on her through small cracks In the leaves above. Branches swaying around with thorns creeping from the earth. The ringing continues softly through the air.

She walks down a mud covered pathway, the grass there is dead and those strands of grass that remain are dying and rotting into the mud. The rain is the strongest here, a large dead tree is standing to the side, multiple branches protruding from its base. And the trunk is so thick, all around is a harsh and deep misty fog, Multiple trees lay around with branches and rocks sitting with them. The roots extend upwards from it, as she walks by it, paying no mind as she enters into the smoke.

She walks up onto a hill in which the cabin is visible, sitting in the plants with thorns around the bottom of it. The dense forest behind it and the grassy surface of the hill she walks up on, and the plants seem to be breathing softly as the rain is the lightest here, the moist air is softer and the mist is behind and above, no longer in-front. Through the tall grass she stops slowly standing up and looking to the blue sky above that is covered by fog. She lies down atop the plants, the grass moving around her. It is very green and the rain has frozen in the air, slowly rippling in movement but unable too. She spreads her legs and rests her hooves and her head. She begins to melt into the green her body being covered by plants as she turns completely green.

Chrysalis lays against a tree, sleeping as she breathes softly. The bark of the tree pressing against her back.

"Hey" Anon says quietly to her and then putting his hand on her shoulder

"Hey, wake up" He says as she moves slightly before opening her eyes and looking at him

"Oh s- I guess I fell asleep against the tree.." She responds before standing up and brushing herself of, picking out a small piece of dirt from her hoof.

"We should get back to the cabin, we've been here quite a while. And I'm getting tired" Anon says

"Already? its only been a couple hours" She responds

"Well- look I just don't want to say out here in the woods when it gets to late" Anon responds looking to the side for a moment.

"Its only 1, we have- fine.. lets go, we never make any progress anyways" She responds as she starts walking up the hill, her hooves softly hitting the wet grass and leaves.

He sighs and follows her and looks back for a moment then continues, its raining slightly and only few droplets of water race down the bark of the long trees and then sink into the deep soil of earth. They both walk along closer now as he steps on a loose branch that goes up and down as he steps of it.

After an hour of walking they walk down a beautiful little canopy above and where from the side the bright sun is shining onto the ground, lighting up a scenic area of flowers and a couple birds in the trees. Bushes are small as she walks along them but stops halfway as Anon catches up seconds later.

"I want to lie down for just a minute, here" Chrysalis says as she looks over at him, Anon smiles in response.

"Sure" He responds as she smirks for a moment before sitting down and laying on the soft grass near a large tree. Anon sits down next to her and brushes his hand through her mane, caressing her softly as she closes her eyes. He looks up and gently brushes his hand through her mane a couple more times before stopping and standing up. He looks around and walks away from her into the forest, the shadows from the trees colliding with the rays from the sun shine onto him as he walks into the trees, pushing away a couple branches before walking into a narrow clearing as a sudden and powerful wind blows through the trees and then moments later abruptly stopping.

He stops and looks over through small trees to his sides and then pushes through them, moving branches and leaves out the way as he looks over at a larger clearing with trees surrounding it as he looks at a doe standing almost in the middle as he quietly maneuvers through the brush, doing his best to stay quiet. He soon steps out from the brush and stands looking at the doe as it in turn guides its eyes to him. A low ambience sounds quietly through the air as he walks a little closer before stopping and looking. The doe stands as the stillborn fawn is hanging from her vagina as she moves to her side as Anon stares as his emotions turn to confusion and disgust. The doe turns slowly and runs of into the forest causing the fawn to dangle as the doe disappears into the woods.

Anon lays in the grass, his head up and looking out into the trees.

"Shouldn't we get going?" Chrysalis says from behind, it takes him a couple seconds to realize as he turns around to look at her.

"Yeah... yeah, we should" Anon responds looking around a little confused but standing up as he brushes of some of the dirt from his clothes and walks to Chrysalis. She turns around as they continue through the trees, after a couple minutes they get to the small wooden bridge that is situated over the stream below it. Chrysalis stops as she looks at it as Anon walks up to her and stands behind her looking at it. She slowly goes up the mount of dirt before stepping onto the bridge and stoping again as he stays a little to the side. She steps to the side of the bridge and places her hoof onto the wooden handle almost like to keep herself up from falling.

"Are you okay?" Anon asks as she starts to breathe heavily and steps into the middle shaking slightly in fear and grabbing onto the other side with her other hoof.

"Hey stay awake for me" Anon says as he walks to her slightly and stays behind

"Relax, hey- wait!" Anon says as she runs of the bridge almost tripping and running of into the forest and through the ferns as the trees and bushes all around her seem to breathe and twist for a couple seconds. He walks slowly from the bridge and then through the large ferns as he tries to look where she had ran to, trying to find the path she ran on. He gets to the middle and stops to look at a fern to the side of him, he notices that the water droplets on it are slowly floating from it and up into the air.

Anon walks away and soon out from the ferns and into the forest again as he stays on a carved out path visible enough as he walks uphill and through the large pine trees as he comes across mud. He notices an old foxhole to the side and continues up as he makes it to a place with less trees and more dirt and mud, he steps over a fallen tree as he sees a large dead tree with multiple branches. He looks at it for a few seconds then continues out from the clearing and down into the grass again where its taller and plants are everywhere.

He walks through a narrow path in the bushes and sees the cabin on the grassy hill not far as he walks towards it, a low rumbling is heard so low it's almost indistinguishable. He walks up onto the small patio where there sits 2 chairs on either side and a small rounded table, he opens the door and walks inside. Almost immediately after he notices Chrysalis on the small mattress laying on the floor, he smiles softly and picks up the blanket sprawled out on the floor and covers her with it as she shuffles slightly.

"Are you okay? you ran of back there.." Anon asks as he sits on the edge of the bed

"Yes, I'm fine.. I-" She sighs and turns her head from him slightly, looking to the wooden walls.

"Im sorry" She whispers under her breath

"Theres nothing to apologize for, it didn't cause any harm. It's difficult, I know" Anon responds as he gets down to her and comforts her. She sighs with heaviness.

"How long have we been here.." She says as she begins to cry, he hugs her as she screams as tears flow down from her, she slurs on her words as she tries to say something and turns to him and he places his hands around her neck and pressing foreheads together as he hugs her as she weeps softly into his shoulder.

Crickets chirping as the soft shine of moonlight pierces through the trees and softly through the glass of the window right next to there mattress, Chrysalis is asleep as Anon stares outside onto the grassy hillside and forest ahead. After a couple seconds of staring he claws into bed with her and plants a kiss on her neck and pulls the blanket up as he soon falls asleep. The silence is quiet yet eerie. The crickets has ceased, no animals can be heard neither a sound from the trees.

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The sound of what sounds like hundreds of objects start hitting the roof and rolling down as soon enough they both wake up as Anon seems frightened slightly while Chrysalis only shuffles and keeps her eyes closed.

"Its just the stupid acorns" Chrysalis says as she goes back to sleep as Anon lays on his back and looks up at the ceiling as the muffled sound of acorns hitting increase as more and more fall and fall. The acorns fall from there mother tree and bounce of the roof and tumble down towards there deaths. He turns and looks out the window and sees many falling down before resting his head back down onto the pillow and falling back asleep.

Morning

The sun is bright as Anon is still asleep but slowly waking up, his hand is outside as the window is open and his hand is dangling out, he seems to be uneasy as he wakes up and looks over and sees his hand is covered in white bloated thicks as he gasps slightly and quickly starts pulling them out and wincing slightly when pulling out two at a time, he pulls out the last one and rubs his hand and stares at the open window and closes it quickly.

"How did that open.." He whispers to himself but rubbing his eyes he gets up and walks to the bathroom. But before he does he notices Chrysalis in the small kitchen area crying and panting on the floor, He walks over to her and kneels down to comfort her and softly rubs her back.

"I want to die.." Chrysalis coughs as more tears run down

"Im not gonna let you do that" Anon says as he grabs the blanket and puts it around her

"Is anything worth it here.. why are we even here.." Chrysalis says

"Does anything mean anymore? why is there any reason to be, all this is just pain" Chrysalis says

"Because I love you, when I found you in those woods, I was all alone before in this.. place" Anon responds as he tilts her head up and looks at her as she does to panting softly and slowly breathing.

"I had no reason to exist, but somehow I found you. I know you wished for someone to come when you were there, you wanted someone when you were lost in the dark. When you were trudging through the waters, I was out there by chance. And that chance brought us here now.. I will always care for you.. I love you, my heart was for you then and is now" Anon finishes

Chrysalis slowly breathes and kisses him as he wraps his hands around her back.

Darkness

The bushes are dark and the green is barely visible, a low rumbling begins as the branches so slowly twist its impossible to notice as the rumbling grows to an intense point before stopping as Chrysalis blinks, her vision blurry and darkness around her. She breathes fast and heavy yet its so muffled. A soft ambience begins before the ringing noise starts again as it grows and grows.

Chrysalis and Anon are both in bed sleeping as a cold wind softly blows inside through a small open crack in the window. Anon turns in his sleep as Chrysalis lays silent. A minute passes as Chrysalis slowly opens her eyes and turns to Anon and looks at him sleep for a couple seconds before sliding out of the blanket and crawls over to him and stares at him. She pulls the blanket from him and stares down his chest and eyes his pants. She slowly and gently starts caressing the fabric of the pants and lustfully stares as her saliva starts accumulating. She unbuckles his jeans and forces his cock out and licks her lips before pressing her tongue to his length and softly licking and swirling her tongue up and down his tongue and moans softly. She places her hoof down onto it as through one of the holes in her hoof it sticks out as she starts to stroke his dick up and down and looks over to see him asleep before continuing.

She shuffles and slowly engulfs his dick and sucks as her soft moans are muffled. She leaves spit all across his shaft as her tongue swirls around it like a snake and pulls out to kiss his side and lick up before suckling on his tip. She feels warmth building up inside her throat but keeps gulping down as his semen rushes down and fills her throat and trickles down from her mouth as she gags slightly before pulling his cock out her mouth and breathing heavy as she slurps up the remaining cum on his dick and on the sides of her mouth. She smiles and stares at the now limp cock before buckling his jeans back and pulling the covers back over as she crawls to him and licks on his earlobes.

Hundreds of shadows rapidly cross over the branches as the distorted screeches and cries of animals mating sounds through echoing so unnaturally as branches start twisting upwards before snapping as the cries turn to screams and torment.

Anon wakes up suddenly with a jolt.

"Oh fuck.. ugh.." Anon slurs as he turns over and sees Chrysalis isn't in bed, he sits up and looks around and doesn't see her in the room. He sighs and gets out of bed and sees its almost 3 o'clock in the night, he walks to the door of the room and opens it and walking out into the foyer of the cabin. He looks over to the kitchen and back around to the entrance, noticing its unlocked and quickly walks over to it and opens it fully and walks outside, the moonlight is bright and beaming everywhere almost seeming unnatural with how powerful it is.

He walks down into the grass and looks up to the moon before looking over to the right and notices Chrysalis walking into the forest, he quickly runs over to follow her before she disappears and almost trips on a rock as he yells out for her to hear but she doesn't and disappears into the woods.

"Shit.." Anon whispers as he runs into the wood and then stops, and walks slowly. He pushes a branch to the side and sees Chrysalis laying in the grass on the side of a small slope near a little stream, she is staring up towards the moon and it's shining on her. She looks like a beauty, a masterpiece of art, a painting sitting on the ocean floor, as Anon stares towards her and slowly begins walking to her. She lowers her hoof and starts to masturbate as she stares lustfully at the moon.

He approaches her and unbuckles his pants as he kneels down towards her as he grabs his dick and sticks in into her pussy as she moans and wraps her hooves around his neck. He thrusts into her as they both moan as the leaves start twisting all around them, the branches ripping and moving into the air as the grass envelops them.

Chrysalis and Anon are at the dining table, both eating some food, the morning sun is bright outside and it also seems more brighter then usual. All that they have for food is some apples and pears, with glasses of water as they eat quietly, Chrysalis staring at her food with unease mixed with anger.

"Are you alright?" Anons voice snaps her out of it as she looks at him with a jolt as she also has started sweating.

"Yeah- sorry its just.. empty stomach" Chrysalis says as she smiles softly as Anon smiles back and continues eating his pear as she looks at the apple. It ever so slightly starts to distort, like as if a glossy window was being projected over it as it slowly warps as she breathes rapidly.

Millions of shadows move quickly over blades of grass that are lit by golden and brown lights as the flares of the sun move in-between blades of grass as Chrysalis steps slowly onto it, crushing the grass beneath her hoof as a tormented rumbling sounds rapidly and echoes like it was in a large enclosed area. Everything starts merging together due to a blur overcoming the ground before Chrysalis inhales as everything turns to silence.

Anon pours coffee into a cup as Chrysalis sits against the wall, on the floor staring almost blankly at the wall on the other side across from her as the silica dust from the bricks softly pass through the air.

"Ive always been afraid here" Chrysalis says bluntly, as Anon turns around and looks at her.

"I just never knew it was fear, until now" Chrysalis finishes as she turns to look at him. The sound of the acorns falling sometimes burst the silence as Anon puts down the coffee and walks to her before she suddenly jumps out and punches him as he groans before she grabs at him again before he pulls her down as they both struggle on the floor.

"Stop!" He screams as she tries to put her hooves around his neck as she hisses at him, slithering her tongue across his neck as she holds him against the wooden floorboards.

"Calm down!" He shouts as she eyes him and slithers her tongue around his earlobes before breathing and huffing as she stares at him before turning her head to the side as a tear falls from her left eye and runs down her cheek and splashing down onto his face. She collapses down onto him as she breaks into crying as he wraps his hands around her and comforts her as she sobs and in between tears she says

"Im sorry"

She sniffs and coughs slightly before looking into his eyes as she kisses him and he kisses her in response and pulls her closer to him.

Anon lays in bed, with the blanket over him with his eyes closed trying to fall asleep with the sound of muffled acorns hitting the roof.

"The acorns just keep falling,." Chrysalis says, as she is sitting upright in bed, not looking up but in-front of her towards the door as she sighs.

"And falling, and falling.." She says with response as Anon opens his eyes and looks up to the ceiling.

"Falling.." She says in a whisper "Dying, and dying.." Almost starting to cry but holding herself back as she breathes.

"Now I understand.." She says with a soft rasp in her voice, Anon darts his eyes to her.

"Everything that I thought about here, the trees.. Everything- while even stuck in this place, there always seemed to be a spark of beauty within the green, and the air.." She looks down to him for a second then back

"Everything that used to be beautiful here, was all hideous.. because now I can hear, that which I couldn't hear before.." The sound of the acorns falling and falling increase in numbers second by second.

"The cry, the screams of everything, all the things that are to die... not just the acorns. But the fawns, and the birds.." The acorns seem to double in sound as Anon notices through the window, barely anything but a waterfall of acorns are visible.

"I am indebted into nature, and I am constantly raped by its thorns..." Chrysalis says in a soft yet raspy voice.

Chrysalis jumps out of bed suddenly and rushes towards the door full sprint almost tripping over herself as Anon quickly gets out of bed

"Jesus- Stop- Wait!" Anon shouts as he runs after her as she exits out of the cabin the door swinging backwards almost hitting Anon straight first but he catches himself on the door and realizes the acorns have stopped and quickly opens the door out and sees Chrysalis in the grass sitting and looking forward towards the forest, Anon breathes as he steps out onto the porch and starts walking to Chrysalis but stops as he stands at the beginning of the grass and turns to look over into the forest to the side of him.

The ghostly like silhouette of Twilight Sparkle slowly walks through a clearing in the woods with bright lights all around and the shadow moving quickly towards her as she slowly turns her head to the other side as the darkness of the shadows covers her whole as a rumbling begins.

Anon looks back as the rumbling stops and rushes over to Chrysalis and sits next to her

"You cant run of from me like that, after you said that- I worry for you- love-" Chrysalis hisses slightly and he stops as the sound of heavy wind and rumbling slowly grows. He slowly looks straight where Chrysalis was looking as all the trees start to rustle like something is going to burst up from the ground, the cries of thousands of birds start flying upwards up into the sky, seeming never ending as they almost cover the entire night sky as a blue light starts to glow softly as the trees start to move away creating a huge open path as dirt and parts of the tree tumble everywhere as Anon can only stare in horror as the Moon starts to move upwards but its to close, it would be bigger then the sun in the sky as it passes by up.

"Oh my god.." Anon says as he sits down into the grass. The blue light is coming from the moon as in a few minutes the moon is high in the sky and is almost as big as the entire sky just small enough as the blackness can be seen, the glow is bright and powerful as they both stare at it. The rumbling of the wind echoing all around with the vibration felt through the air. A heavy demonic like breathing begins as Anon stands in the grass with the sun in the sky and the cabin behind him, hundreds of peddles and rocks falling from the sky so slowly with the wind rustling through the leaves and the flowers blowing slowly through as he stands motionless and with no expression.

Morning

Anon sits outside on the steps of the porch with a cup of coffee and drinks it, the moon isn't there and forest is back to normal. Almost like nothing happened at all, he has soft dark circles under his eyes, and he looks out into the green trees as Chrysalis opens the door and steps outside and walks over to him and sits besides him. The sound of the birds chirping can be heard as Anon looks at her and a few seconds later she at him as she smiles.

"I.. I just wanted to say how glad I am.. and how happy I am that you are here with me.." She says as she places a hoof onto his shoulder.

"I love you.." She says as she leans in and kisses him on his cheek and he smiles softly in response. He places his hand on her other hoof and clenches it softly as she smiles as they stay sitting like that for a couple seconds before she gets up and starts walking into the woods. She turns back and smiles at him and he places his coffee down onto the porch and walks down the steps and follows her into the woods, walking a brisk peaceful pace.

They walk through the large ferns as she walks out and into the tall grass out of the ferns and he slowly makes his way to where she exited before a doe suddenly walks out from the fern and blocks his way as he stands back and looks at the doe as it stands, not looking at him just straight out of line from where he is.

"Where did you- even come from.." He whispers quietly to himself but the doe seems to be alert and turns her head to look at him. He gets a little frightened but doesn't move and it turns and starts to walk towards him, after a couple seconds it makes it way right up to him as it looks up at him, the doe sniffs and smells him. The wind picks up strongly out of nowhere as it also starts to rain slightly but the doe doesn't move it just stands and sniffs at him, before it raises its hoof and places it on his chest.

He gets even more confused "Is it intelligent?" He thinks to himself before it suddenly kicks him down as he lands down onto the grass, the rain pouring now as the doe kneels down and moves up to him, he pants and tries to move but then looks and sees vines and leaves around his arms and also feels it at his feet.

"What the fuck" He says as the doe lays down and rests her head near his crotch before it opens its mouth and bites on his zipper to his jeans and unzips his pants causing his dick to flop out, as the doe sees this she stops and then looks him straight in the eye.

"CHAOS AND DESPAIR" The doe has a demented, deep yet female voice, and even with how loud she sounded, her voice was slow, harsh and soft at the same time, the doe starts to lick his dick slowly as he breathes heavily.

2 Hours Later

Anon wakes up and feels the rain still pouring as he opens his eyes and quickly looks down and sees the doe, his dick inside her mouth as he feels her tongue licking and swirling around his length as she also seems to be moaning, Anon gets up and kicks it with his leg down causing his dick to slip out of her mouth with a loud wet pop, Anon sees a strand of cum connecting to her mouth.

"Get the hell out of here!" He shouts as he shoos the doe away as she turns around and after a second to balance itself it, runs of into the forest, but before the doe does he catches a glimpse at her vagina and sees his cum filled it up as he breathes heavily and tears up, he gets up and pulls his pants up and looks up to the cloudy sky as the rain falls down upon him.

He makes his way back to the cabin shortly after and breathes as he walks over to the bedroom and sees Chrysalis asleep as raindrops slide down the window, he sits down on the mattress and looks out the window and sees the rain dripping from the wooden logs and the ladder out and he also notices two clear cups sitting in the grass being filled up by the rain water.

Wood crackles and branches snapping is heard as Anon looks around before quickly running to the kitchen area and looking out the window as two huge trees break apart and fall down almost hitting the cabin as the rain keeps pouring.

Night comes

Chrysalis thrusts on Anons dick as she cry while doing so while he holds his arms around her body as she keeps thrusting and moaning slightly but starts tearing up.

"Hit me" Chrysalis says as she continues thrusting.

"What?" Anon asks in return confused as she looks at him.

"Hit me.. hit me so it hurts" Chrysalis says as she slows down her thrusting.

"No.." Anon responds.

"Please, hit me! hit me!" She says almost shouting as she groans.

"No!" He shouts as she stops. The silence is deafening.

"Then you don't love me" Chrysalis responds as she hisses and punches him and runs of outside again and into the night running to a large tree, he stands up and walks naked out into the woods and follows her to the large tree as a rumbling begins with sounds of animals being distorted, being tormented and killed and ripped apart echo through out the trees as Chrysalis lays up against the roots of the tree, furiously masturbating with her hoof as she even seems to be being hurt as Anon gets up ontop of her as she stares at him drooling at the mouth.

"Fuck me.. fuck me, rip my insides apart" She says angrily and smiling almost.

Anon grabs onto her and starts thrusting into her as she screams as the rumbling and cries of pain and suffering grows louder, blood slowly starts to ooze from the bark of the tree as a ringing noise also starts to grow as branches start twisting upwards as hands start to claw out and grow from the tree.

The hands grow and grab at them as Changelings start to swarm them from above as Anon cuts inside Chrysalis as she pants and moans as he pulls out from her and walks backwards before standing as the Changelings swarm there queen and start licking her as one Changeling gets atop of her and starts thrusting into her as it hisses and moans as Chrysalis looks at it.

"Feed on your queen.." Chrysalis says as another Changelings get atop and sticks his green slimy dick down her throat as she gags before he thrusts into her throat as the others lick her hair and skin as another Changeling crawls down as the one thrusting into her pussy moves up and lets it pass as that Changeling lays more down and starts thrusting into her anus while licking the dick of the one thrusting into her pussy as the the other Changelings that have space suck and lick on her skin before the ones fucking her cum as there green cum enters there queen from all holes as those pull out and others move in as the Queen grabs a changeling and starts to make out with it, kissing and sticking her cum covered tongue down his throat before he forces her down and shoves his cock down her throat as the moaning grows so loud it almost becomes ringing as Anon stands and looks at everything happening as branches start covering all of them whole.

Chrysalis sits in bed with a blanket around her while she sips on a cup of coffee. Anon stands over her looking at her as she just looks at nothing, with no emotion on her face just staring at the wall.

"How did you get here... you never told me" Anon asks as she just stares not responding at the wall.

"I need some rest" Chrysalis answers after a long silence as she sets the coffee on the floor before pulling the blankets over her as Anon sighs and kneels down and gets into bed with her as he scoots up close to her, she looks at him, breathing softly as she leans in to kiss him as she keeps her tongue to him, she softly pushes him onto the bed as she crawls ontop of him still kissing him, her lustful muffled moans escaping from the sides before she slips her tongue out with a strand of spit connecting there mouthes.

Chrysalis moves down and then lays down next to his Side as she closes her eyes and slowly drifts into sleep as he stares at her and closing his eyes to fall asleep, but being unable as the sound of the floorboards cracking from the attic alert him. He listens for a few more moments before slowly slipping out from the blanket and onto the floor, he grabs a lantern and looks up at the attic handle and hatch. He sees the darkness outside and sighs before exiting the cabin and out into the grass and realizes its still raining, not as hard as before but still a pretty large amount of rain.

He quickly runs through the grass and over to where the shed and the logs are and grabs the ladder and rushes back to the cabin and slowly makes his way inside, not to make a sound as he quietly maneuvers the ladder through and inside the cabin walls as he walks to where the attic hatch is and places the ladder up, it almost falls but he catches it and positions it into the correct spot and looks over to the bedroom door being wide open, he walks over and shuts it closed quietly and walking back over to the cabin entrance and closing it also.

He gets back to the ladder and climbs up it and grabbing the lantern with him as he opens the hatch and gets up into the attic and then turning back around to pull on the handle and close the hatch as he turns his head to look inside the attic. He notices a small candle sitting at the almost entrance before walking up, kneeling down slightly as he feels some of the rain dripping through the small cracks.

As he walks he lightens the place up and find various paper woodcuts hanging from the wall, and some scattered around the floor. He looks to the side and sees a table and chair with a book resting on the table with shredded paper around it, scissors and pencil. He looks back at the woodcuts and illustrations hanging on the wall and sees all of them are disturbing, strange and surreal.

He looks back at the book and walks to it, setting the lantern on the side of the table to brighten a view of it as he sits down on the chair and grabbing the book as he examines it. It is completely black, front and back. And upon closer view it is a booklet rather than a hard book. Looking back on the front is the shape of an unknown stallion in black and white etched into the cover, he seems to be coming from the darkness, his face isn't distinguishable and it looks like he has pitch black eyes, and Half of his body isn't even visible, his hooves are shrouded in the darkness and there is just a small print of dark grey text beneath it that reads "A Dance With Death"

A Dance With Death

A DANCE WITH DEATH

Preface.

Foreword.

PART I ... On A Forgotten Text.

PART II ... The Painted Crow.

PART III ... A Dance With Death.

PART IV ... Buried Above The Ground.

PART V ... The Extinguishing Consciousness.

PART VI ... Sleeping And Singing Of Damnation.

Afterword.

"And so I stood on the boundaries of life, the existence, and peered outwards onto death and unto every thing, every true thing, every existing thing, every living thing. Everything was a dark ocean, there is nothing to see, and it is deep, a very deep and empty world."

What does it all mean, why does it all matter, why does it all stand, if we all die in the end, anyway.

PREFACE

What does a historian see when they look back, what he see is death, only the death for it is everywhere, it is constant and it will never cease. Only the historian is aware, aware of how we are blind to the amount of history that is constantly stuffing into our mouthes. Blind to time, our place in it. We ignorant of history, ignorant to death. Only for which the historian sees, and that he says in the messages he leaves on crumbled pages in torn branches sticking into our backs.

Who are we to shed a single tear from our eyes over another dead soul, in the flood of hundreds more. It is simply another in an unending parade of death running through our streets, our forests, our oceans and fields and homes. Why are we so surprised when when we join the dancing death, the stallions, the mares and the foals. Blood In your spit and urine and semen. Your individual death is meaningless, any individual death means nothing. You are not a person, you are but a statistic. The animals hunted and eaten, bodies rotting in slimy graves. Plants ripped straight from the earth. The sick, and insects flooding your ears. The infirm, the worms crushed beneath blades. The shattering of bones and molecular bonds. The disintegration of the corpse and atomic structures belts. Happening at every moment, in a blink every of a million nanoseconds. Time not catching up, everywhere and nowhere. The cries of trillions begging the question, what is the point, if everything dies in the end?

FOREWARD

Written and researched by, Queen Chrysalis

In the morning on a lonely day I tried to kill myself. Some months before that I molested Anon in his sleep. I sit on a chair in the kitchen, softly gliding the kitchen knives across my neck, once I pierced my flesh. I suffocated myself under a bag, feeling the room contract all around me. Only flashes.

~~i couldn't remember how i came to be there~~

Peeling flesh of my skin in dreams, raped by a horde of my changelings. Stuffing me with there liquids, slimy green flooding my ears and mouth. Sticking branches into my eyes, stuffing rocks up my vagina. Ripping my insides out, feeding themselves with the ecstasy with stuck tongues licking my skin. Myself wailing, screaming and crying from the dirt I to be buried under.

I wish to be raped by Anon, I want him forcing me down against the floor, his cock deep in my mouth while my cry painful and calling for help muffled under the skin of his cock. I want to be thrown into a well and left there until I am nothing but dust. I want him to fill me with his semen, I want to be seen as nothing more than an object. For him to use, and not to feed. In waves losing chunks of time, suffering in the walls, I want him to grab at me, wrestle me and hit me. Break me, destroy anything I have left.

~~why do i stay living~~

I don't wish to be alive, I wish to be dead, and I want my body to be raped while I stay still. once they find my body after weeks of use, I am nothing but a pile of semen and bones

bloody, bloody

ashes myself

battered and starved

clawing at a mountain of nothing

raped, raped, raped

I want to die
I want to die

I want to die
I want to die

I want to die
I want to die

I want to die
I want to die

all heavy stones crushing my back, unable to move

cocks filling my ass, my pussy, my mouth, my ears, my nose, my ears

leave me to be raped by more and more

I am finally alive

PART ONE

On A Forgotten Text

And so death brings me to a time in Equestria, where disease, filth, muck, semen, rape, poor and starved lived within the walls of Canterlot, where everything was clouds of brown smoke and filthy sidewalks. Scenes of rape in alleyways, muck flooding the streets where the hooves of ponies touched. Where the princesses stayed in the castle, the cowards they are and guards protecting the filth of there hooves.

21 years until the first human in equestria is discovered

Ponies on the streets looked like litter, and there was one colt. Where the cloud of mystery was always floating above him, raining drops of dirt into his mane. I will start at the beginning of his story, to which the fog is already thick. I do not know at the time in which he was born, with all my research on the figure he will grow to be. I have found so little, but I hope to paint something. Almost impossible to verify even his very existence, the notes, artifacts, pieces of paper stuck in trees. Clues within objects in dirt. The documentation of who he was, is destroyed or hidden in the dark abyss of forgotten texts. In which I was lucky to find a clear name, Alec.

A name most would not think to call there new-born colt. What is interesting to note that there is absolutely no information into where his parents were, no mention of a mother or a father. I find this fascinating and disturbing, He was known as an outcast as he grew through his teenage years. In bins of trash on piles he would make love to prostitutes in the night. And leaving without paying, leaving a knife stuck in there throats. Accounts of this vary, the number of victims range from 20 to 60 estimated bodies found. He would never be traced, even with his semen being found in the victims teeth and one incident, completely filling a mares ear.

In 3 years span until the next incident, nothing is made of his whereabouts. When Alec was 15 years old he foretelled the deathes of several towns ponies that lived near the cliffs of Canterlot, now to take a note. During this time, witches and witchcraft was a plague, a fear. Rituals and worship was widespread during these times and the towns ponies feared what he said. Alec said that a flock of a hundred crows came to him in his sleep, flooded his room with there feathers as they awoke him. The crows whispered to him that 20 towns ponies will plummet to there deaths into the jagged rocks below. The ponies terrified quickly formed a search party in which they began exterminating any crows they could find, lighting them with torches, sticking them with tools, hanging them on doorsteps of mares feared to be witches. On tree-tunks, crushing them with rocks and so on. The mob, mad, filled with rage and terror came to a clearing, in which a hundred crows were gathered, seeming to be waiting for them. And there vision clouded with hatred and fear, rushed at them with all their might, brandishing there knives, pitchforks, shovels, rocks, torches and nails. The crows on command, seemed to disappear into thin air, and with that 20 towns ponies fell into the jagged rocks below where they were all dashed to bits and pieces.

When all the cries were ceased the crows came to Alec, there deed done and finished they came to reward him. In eye witness report and even a post on the magazine. Alec was found swarmed with female crows feasting on his cock, his cum they were drinking and eating and filling there cloacas with his semen.

After this incident, Alec was known as "The Canterlot Sorecer" Everywhere he went there a flock of crows would settle, female crows would always follow him, on his shoulder. Sleeping with him In the moonlight, in this time Alec began to view Equestria and Canterlot as nothing more than a mote of dust. Everything that he would see would burn into his mind, leaving that impression in his mind forever. In letters he described Canterlot as "Crawling hooves of dust and stone" He felt he was being consumed by the city, being devoured by "A monstrous mouth of bleeding brown sharpened teeth, into which every Mare and Stallion struggle and be carried down a throat that never closes and never breathes through the layers of dust."

After 15 years of Alec raising himself in Canterlot, He was forced to leave, the Princesses came out from there bedchamber from the protests that sparks due to the famine arising to when farmers in Canterlot found the food being pecked at by crows and leaving black marks of slimy liquids. But this was just the only account that was for the call of his departure, but also in part with his relationship and involvement with a high-born, planned to be the third Princess of Equestria alongside Luna and Celestia. But at this time she was young and naive and they kept it a secret for a unknown number of years. But it is the reason for her death that is the main reason for his exile, Found dead with the apparent slashing of the throat.

It is unknown if it was caused by Alec or of a suicide, But the slash was caused by that of a silver coin, In which she teared into her neck or he had. The coin was never found and evidence couldn't be ruled out but letters between her and Alec were found and this is what caused the main part of the exile. Alec never mentions the event in letters and in a cryptic wording he describes his own exile, he writes

And I waited in Canterlot for that sun to go down, to rest, the Never resting sun. It doesn't disappear behind the mountains and roofs, the crows lick at my skin and dick. Trying to comfort the rotting stallion, there is a wall around me so dark I almost think it is only a shadow. There is no light, there was nowhere the light, cover my eyes and rest from that glaring. I shook the shackles and lifted the noose, there is but the dirt underneath my hooves, and the chains holding me down, ready to throw.

TO BEAR THE HOOVES OF THE BLACKEST BANNER

So little is known of what happened to Alec in his exile from Canterlot, only theories can be deduced by the actions upon his return to Canterlot 20 years later, When he stepped back into Canterlot after 20 years he was a completely different stallion, he was wiser, he had become a poet and a philosopher, but the words he would speak were far different from the other poets and philosophers of his time.

And yet, what had caused this change? Little is known but from what I have been able to gather, there is something. He had lived with a group of ethic zebras for some time in the jungles of the rainy region of Equestria. From old dusty letters he had made love to every female zebra and created interspecies babies of a stallion and a zebra. He had also claimed to spend time with a dragon that left her home and had also made love to it, but from then on he tells nothing more. He became so unorthodox, so different from everyone and everything. His belief system was so detached from the religions of the time it is rare that he would be tolerated for having it.

And with this stems one of the greatest folkloric stories of the time, one that is wildly known in modern day Equestria but none ever know it was connected to Alec. It centers on a small village nestled at the very foot of an unnamed mountain. A wandering sorcerer made his way to this village, and the village ponies believing that the wander could foretell the future, they gave him a place of great honor and omitted him to stay, he lived there for 2 years and became the most respected Stallion in the entire village. His predictions would always come true, he knew when it would rain, how the crops would grow and how they would turn, knew when the mares would give birth and In one account with the pleading of a mare seemed to had formed a baby inside her to give birth. He knew when an eclipse would occur and even who would live and who would die. He prophesied which such accuracy that all the villagers, the stallion and the mares within the first year became worship and all believed him to be god himself.

The next morning all the villagers came to his home and around it waiting for him to leave and all bowed as he exited. He then announced that a mare shall came to his tent every night at 12 to give his seed to, because in a weeks time a widespread plague would occur that would give all the mares unable to give birth and that the ones infected with it need to come to him to free them of the disease. All of them fearful and without a second of hesitation agreed and all waited until the first was sick, she came to him in the night desperate and begging he let her in, in a letter that Alec writes which is never spoken of in the story, he writes

Her lips are sweet, and her inner walls are moist, she speaks to me as I thrust into her. She says she promises we will all give everything to you, everything that you need. We will provide everything for you, her moans are like a tune, I can feel myself getting close and she feels it to, I grip her thighs, so perfect. My seed flows into her like water, so quick to fill as her scream can be heard all around.

Every night for almost 365 days, he does to a new mare and an old one. The nights boom with echoes of moans. One night a restless Stallion spotted the prophet at the very edge of a high cliff looking out onto the rocky landscape, and on his shoulder there was a crow. And the crow seemed to be whispering into his ear, When the prophet had learned that this man had seen him in conversation with the crow, he then pronounced that the man will be found dead by nightfall. But only in one hour the man dropped dead in only one hour, Seemingly for no reason whatsoever.

For 7 days 7 nights the prophet did not emerge from his tent, the ponies anxiously wondered what would happen and when he would exit, what would happen to there food? the mares? and even the existence of there beautiful village, they feared most that he would leave them. At the end of the 7th night, when the sun was just beginning to rise, where the rays from it slowly struck the ground he would emerge from his tent.

The villagers had gathered outside, the feeling of something keeping them vigil if he would need something from them. Some of the mares turned around and lifted there tails. When he finally emerged however, all of them gasped in horror, over the prophets entire body was covered in pitch black crow feathers, and his eyes were deep and black and did reflect the sunlight.

With a terrifying, croaking voice like that of a man, crow and injured dog bent together to form words he announced, that the crops would no longer grow, that the mares would no longer be able to give birth to there foals, and that all the filly's and colts would fall asleep and never wake up. The Stallions would lose their sight and legs and lie limp on the ground, unable to see what was around them, all powerless to move away as the animals came down the rocks to devour them, the Mares would have all pieces of flesh removed, ears, noses, lips, hooves, legs and vulvas. Their manes would grow long and long and would be trampled underneath there hooves, forcing them to shuffle In force. That they would all lose their memory and not be able to remember anything, where their homes were, no longer recognize the smiles on the faces of their foals, bury them underneath dirt. That only one among all of you, only one colt would live, only one survive, unharmed and that colt would be chosen by a random chance. There was no way to affect the outcome, no reason to it at all.

And with that, the prophet disappeared, he simply vanished into the air.

The story of the village situated on the very foot of the mountain came to a nearby town with the arrival of a colt, he was walking from the mountain that was covered in black, ashes around and in the distant a black fire was blowing in the wind, a thick smoke covering the area, casting a great shadow. The colt had trudged through the rocks and the steep drops that populated the entire side of the mountain and through the hills, he was carrying a large flag, a long black banner, crows were atop it, chewing at it, chipping at the burnt stick. He was struggling to keep it afloat, he was malnourished from the journey, and the flag was stiff and solid black. It wasn't waving in the air, no wind. The story he told terrified the villagers, The flag the colt said, had been white, stained with black, a deep red. The blood of his friends, family. He had done his best to bury there bodies underneath the dirt, but the crows were on them now. And now all he could do was bear the banner, the black banner, the blackest banner, to remind himself of them.

The story was made a myth, The possible truth was that the village had been burned to the ground, and the most if not everything was fabricated, It has not been proven if Alec even was the prophet, the letter he wrote could not even be directed to this story, but to something else entirely, and the rest of the letters have either been destroyed or lost to time. From examining parts of the story it can be deduced that is likely was just a story, made-up by somepony years and years ago.

And with this, I am not even close to understanding anything about the 20 lost years of Alecs life.

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE DIE

In Alecs return to Canterlot after 20 years would be the cause of centuries of terror, anguish, torment and oppression, the violence of everything that was already happening prior, would explode and expand even more then it already was. He was the catalyst for the apocalypse that would occur.

The reason for his return is uncertain, the years prior had been relatively slow, groups of peace had been popping in and out across the city, the princesses had been sweeping out the filthy roads and alleyways. And for the time, all was quiet. It is possible that Alec felt that this was an opportune time to return to Canterlot, he might of felt that his Philosophy had reached that point of completion, and it was now ready for dissemination to the world.

When Alec walked once more through the gates of Canterlot, he was a very different Stallion than he was 20 years earlier. He was gaunt, he no longer possessed the muscles he had years ago. His mane was longer and more curled, dirty and disheveled. He carried everything he had on his back, a black and grey robe, and a satchel with some food. His eyes had not changed, they were still a dark grey, still piercing, still cold.

8 months until the first human is discovered

The ancient mind of the ponies then were limited, and constrained. All around him were philosophical areas that were not to be traveled, and to travel in those strange lands, meant the destruction of self, the death of the body. We are weak philosophers, not many would have the strength and will necessary to make the voyage.

Alec immediately began teaching upon entering the walls of the city. He did not shout his message, he stood on street corners, and rather stopping individuals during crowds. Pulling them aside and speaking to them, one on one quietly. Alec insisted that he knew who in the crowd would accept his message, that it wasn't on random. He knew who would truly hear him, listen to him. From what I could find, he was extremely successful in pulling members. By the end of his first night back In Canterlot, he had almost 15 devoted followers.

Alec continued recruiting in this way for several weeks. His intense and harsh preaching style, unorthodox beliefs and words, and perhaps the most important, the visibly growing crowds around him. Would quickly catch the eyes of the royal guards.

All around him, dark clouds were gathering, black rain drilled into the dirt. Crows flocked to roofs and streets, pecking at the ground. Every step he took cared him deeper into the muck and grime of the even deeper underbelly, of Canterlot.

On the 15th day of Alecs teaching in Canterlot, he was approached by a young colt. He had long scars across his face and down his chest, like the scales of a vicious snake. Serpents intertwined, they held him. Like a caring mother to comfort him, stroking his face and down his chest. And his voice was low, and dark, A grating sound. And all the Stallions grow silent around, into the air there voices disappeared. Though they knew what they learned, knew philosophers and poets. Know of which is not, what it is. Of the elements in the tree, let the colt speak into the air, Show their generous spirits.

"All these questions you ask.." The child began, "Are only comments, that dance all around the problem. With fine words and such delicate manners softly, approach you. But yet you, circle your real desire, as the filly's and colts would circle in our games. Hooves over eyes, smiling and in such giddy enjoyment. You do not wish to find that which is obscured, you wish to not find it."

And at this, Alec closed his eyes, and he rolled back his head softly. As if he was looking upon something both the high and within. The Doctor, who tendered those with sores, poured into their wounds. Foul salts, grew angry and then replied with a harsh voice.

"We seek truth" The Doctor said, "Only for that we seek, and that we spend our lives searching, with the words we reveal that which is covered. And we root out that which Is false, those whose falseness is discovered in there tongues, there contradictions. There are none here who avoid the truth, we are all honest, the honest Stallion. All that we have wished to ask we have already asked."

Some of Stallions around muttered, and nodded, but most rested their eyes on the colt. Onto his scars, onto his deformity. And they were uneasy, and the child spoke.

"Then why has no one asked the question? why hasn't anyone said the words we all long to hear, why have I not heard those words on your lips, that you whisper softly in your sleep. When you are restless, and your heart cannot stop pounding. Inside your chest to be set free, of the prison that is your life, to which you enslave every part of your body?"

The Doctor began to sweet, and was angry at the colt, and said "You are only but a crippled colt, what question could you ask that I could not?"

And Alec spoke, his voice a cold harsh breeze, quickly silencing the assembly. All pressed their hoof to their chest and quickly drew their robes around them, all shuddered. As if they knew not where they were, or where they were going. All were lost on a desolate path with no stars left to guide them, all the stars lay dead in the ground.

"He wants to know" Alec said, "What happens when we die"

And he said, then

"The universe is dark all around us, the eternal shadow. A mass of stars and air hold it together, but as thick as the wood of the hardened trees, and it is into that which we go. When all our bodies are killed, and we are killed, only killed, stuffed. Killed by time, killed by life. I promise you, I promise you this! that there is no such thing as a natural death, there is no death at the end, being born is a sentence of death, giving birth is an act of murder."

"Every one of you have murdered your colts, you have all murdered them, all of them. And that is what being means, the physical shock of this, being born as what you are here. The unbearable trauma, the Stallion clinging desperately to the edge of a cliff, forced to release his hooves by a fierce wind. Many have said that death is like a deep sleep, a restful calm slumber. But is not peaceful and neither is it restful, and the ones who have told you this, only seek to make themselves feel better, what life is, but I do not care about your feelings. Because your feelings are meaningless, completely and utterly meaningless."

"Death is the greatest horror of all, immediately upon leaving the body. The deceased being becomes the sole spectator of a marvelous panorama of twisted and bent hallucinatory visions, all the things become the cloudless sky. The clearest mountain of glass it becomes, opens up from the blackness, and It punctures the air above it with its curled fingers, and causes the purse ecstasy of death to rain towards the deceased. There are no words to describe what it feels like, what it truly feels like. You cannot know it, it is as if the princesses themselves have bled out onto the ground, and everywhere, everywhere it smells of it, the stain of it. We are all soaked in it, and it smells of copper."

"But this is all false! it is a great spectre, a phantom. The anguish of the great withering spirt. Reflected upon the purest drop of the nothingness. And that spirt stays, cocooned in the clear glass mountain, rising screams and cries of suffering. And then finally all ceasing into the silence, echoing everywhere. Lingering in the air, the space. And through every time, the visions of the death stop all in one clean and perfect moment, of the absolute, the impenetrable nothingness. Everything, simply..."

"Stops."

"But in grief we do not claw at ourself, we do not tear our flesh. We do not gnash our teeth, for though it will last for as long as it possibly can. There is no suffering, and no lack of suffering, no joy, no lack of joy. There is no cause, and there is no cause of the causes. There is no death, because there is no life."

"This is the question, and this is the answer. We are all trapped together, stuffed together, all piled together. With no order, we, just a pile of limbs and faces and legs and hooves. And you may cry out from the weight, please, please, please, please release me. Please just let me breathe. Please just me stand, but there will never be any reply, as there was never a cry to reply to, once you have the answer, your life is over."

"All of you here.. If you have heard my voice, you life is over, your life is over. Because you had sought the truth, and now you have it. Death is truth, and truth is Death."

PART TWO

The Painted Crow

Alec and his followers would had likely remained simply another minority inside the bustling walls of Canterlot. Never spreading out into the land of Equestria, If It had not been for the horrible persecutions that they would suffer, even taking into the account of the radical and disturbing nature of their beliefs. They likely would never have suffered those persecutions if it had not been for the death of Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, and the series of murders that would follow. And including the discovery of humans and the spreading horde of rape, terror, and anguish soon to come in the following months.

Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, or for which I will call her, Princess Cadence. Was the aunt of the two royal Princesses, Celestia and Luna. At the time Alec was already well settled in Canterlot, it had been several months since his arrival, and he gathered around him a band of 50 disciples, as well as a larger group of more casual converts, and the numbers at this point become sketchy, considering the events that are to follow, at best the estimated number of followers would be around 100 or more. Alec and his followers no longer had to seek new followers on the streets, all of them were simply free to preach as they wished. And the word of his strange beliefs began to draw larger and larger and larger audiences, his sect was becoming self-replicating and self-sufficient.

This is most likely how Princess Cadence came to be in the audience one evening. It was not entirely uncommon for members of higher classes to come and watch Alecs sermons, considering the prior events that happened with Alec in his teenage years, royal guards were sometimes noticed among the crowd. Was Alec aware of who she was? did he sense her among the crowd, and that he picked her out because of it? I know certainly that Alec could read people. To understand their personalities, how they were, there weaknesses, there fears. That night, in the crowded plaza, the candles flickering with the wind around, casting shadows onto the faces of his followers. The night air filling Alecs lungs, his words cut through the crowd like blades, with such unexpected power that night, he swayed above all of them, shouting and then turning to whispering. Holding that rapt gaze of every mesmerized, and upturned face in the crowd onto him, listening.

10 members of the royal guard were sent to settle and quell down what had become a noise disturbance in the dark moonlight, one of them, Francis, whose family name is lost to time later told a writer of his experiences that night, I will quote him here in his entirety.

"It was a horrible sight, I have not forgotten it, not for a moment. I've seen battle, I know what that is, This was just exactly like a battle, but with less dead, but that just made it worse. When we got to the plaza we just thought it was just a regular disturbance, some random religious cult, practicing their ecstasies, all were dancing, they had their hooves straight up, stretched as much into the sky as they could. Their heads were all lolling back and forth on their shoulders, their legs were going everywhere, kicking, jumping, running around or just rocking back and forth in place, still. We just started pushing them all aside, ordering them all to go back to there homes, but it was like none heard us, they just kept dancing and dancing. Thats when I started getting worried, I pushed one of them, the mare fell to the ground hard, but she kept dancing, withering and shaking on the ground as if she was having a stroke. It just wasn't right, everything wasn't right, its as if we weren't there at all. The others felt it to, I saw it in there faces. We pushed a bit harder, its strange.. I've fought for the empire, wounded several times. But, I was starting to panic, By the time we got to the center, the middle. I was sweating and my heart pounding, almost like it was clawing at my chest, begging to be free. Thats when we saw her, I couldn't take my eyes of her, her head hung down, she was holding the hilt of a blade, and that blade was driven so hard through her neck, that you could see the tips of her hoof coming out the back. There was blood everywhere, absolutely everywhere. I've never seen so much blood before, out of anything, not a pony, not an animal. There wasn't blood on a single one of them, their leader, he was standing right there right in-front of her. He was so close to her, but there wasn't a single drop of blood on him, he was watching smiling, thinking, he didn't say a word, silence. He was humming, standing so tall, surrounded by blood, humming..."

Alec looked on the death of Princess Cadence as a miracle, it was the first and the most important miracle of Alecs faith, and to his followers. And It marks the true birth of his faith, and that death marks the beginning of Alecs deification. What seemed to the ponies of Canterlot as a senseless murder, was to Alec and his followers as the ultimate act of faith, faith in death over rationality.

Alec taught that the two conflicting forces in the universe are not good and evil, but negation and life. Life is the animating great power that which gives everything its movement, negation is the undoer, it is the force that ends the creation, destroys everything that which is made, born, created. Life is represented in existence by rationality, or reason. Reason is that creative force of everything, the world, universe. It is constantly with no stop, no end, always constructing and building new ideas and bringing them forth through effort, into the material world. Negation is just that, the negation of everything living, life, creation, being. It represented in life as Death, the great horror. But it actually fulfills a much, much larger role, it is negation that is at work. When a theory is disproved and thrown, when a plant is ripped from the dirt and uprooted. Negation is the opposite of life, the antithesis of life, the end of everything, everything.

Alec believed that ponies cling to rationality, so desperate holding onto that Cliff. They long for it, because it represents life, and there is the inherent fear of death, and they recoil from it, ignore it, pretend that it does not exist. Desperately, desperately hold to their sense of reason and fairness in an attempt to convince themselves that negation will not affect them, and the things that they create, have created, and that they themselves, will not be negated. Alec believed that Negation is more powerful than life itself, far easier, because it is easier to destroy then create, it is far easier to die than to give birth, it is far easier to kill another. Although the universe is in a state close to balance these very forces, the scales are In favor and tip into the direction of negation.

Eventually, the universe will be overcome by death, all the deaths we see around us. All those little destructions, from the swatted flies, to the rotting trees, to the dying pet, the death of a lover, a family. All of these are simple echoes of the great universal death that will be our ultimate fate. As we rot, so all of existence will rot, as we die, so will the very concept of being.

This is known to Alec and his followers as the great negation, and they look upon it with intense yearning. And this was the subject that Alec spoke of on the night he met Princess Cadence.

The crowd first curious, then apprehensive, the words sounding harsh to their ears, "not everyone, not everything! surely something survives?" a few call from the crowd, looking for some qualification. That there is an apocalypse, "but if you believe, and if you choose the right god then you will be spared, but no!" Alec screams, "NO! it is not an apocalypse, there will be no apocalypse because the apocalypse will be dead, there will be nothing to destroy, no universe to end, nothing, no one will be spared. Being spared is not the same as being saved, because it is the dead that will be spared, the dead will be saved. And we will all be dead, everything. And we will all be saved.." The crowd is now more restless, they shift back and forth slowly, they grasp at the lining of there robes with sweaty hooves. And Alec is gesturing now, his movements are frantic, but powerful. All of them are In his sway, they are all looking at him with awe, he is almost radiant as he pulls a mare from the crowd.

Her shawl falls around her shoulder and she is beautiful, her mane is multicolored, purple, a deep reddish pink mixed with yellow. It is long and gorgeous. Her wings stretch out momentarily, just as radiant as her coat, and her tail swishing to the side. And he speaks to her, and she to him, the crowd all quiets instantly, to hear them. "You" Alec says "Let me see your hooves" "My hooves, why?" Cadence responds "Just hold them up" and so she does "You are a mare of wealth, I can see this in your hooves" "Yes I am" She says, "You could of just asked me this, and I would have told you" There is a short ripple of laughter through the crowd, they like her, this mare, this mare that shouldn't be there, they like her for her fearlessness, because they are afraid. And Alec smiles at her, and she at him. "Do you have a husband?" He asks, "how improper, not the way at all, yes" She answers "And a child?" He asks, "Yes" She answers "And do you love that child?" "Of course, as every mother loves her child, cares for the child" "And you know that this child will die" "Of course, all mares will die, it is the way" "But do you know it? do you really, truly know it?, do you think about? Do you lie awake at night, the dark all around you, so cold. Listening to that filly breathing in the next room, that gentle soft in and out, the slow, soft gentle sighing, and knowing that filly is already in the ground, already buried deep, already cold. Do you know that her hooves will grow so cold like ice, and will cease to move. And that you will hold her hoof, that small hoof, and you will mourn, your tears flow, you will cry. But you will never feel the warmth, those hooves that held your hooves in that grip that is so strong, somehow. And somehow the grip of a filly who has no fear, that has no ability to see life for what it is, isn't fear born into us the moment, the very moment, the very moment that we understand?"

"Doesn't that fear come in the very moment, the very moment you see life, look around you, you notice the world, the outside. The world of the foreign things, the not you things, and that fear creeps into you when you realize that this shell, this shell around you, this pink and breathing thing, it offers no protection from even a needle, a rock, a sharpened edge, a broken piece of glass, that which is only sand. In that very second of knowledge that you become afraid of, afraid for the rest of your life, and do you think about that filly, it is pierced with swords so sharp and deep crimson blood spilling, swallowed by beasts of the night, eaten by desperate Stallions, torches lit, set on fire, tossed from a balcony, head bashed in, brains bashed out everywhere, dead, dead, dead, dead, a dead thing. Your child is already a dead thing, and you are already a dead thing, for were you not once a filly too? And didn't you feel those very same fears, those very same fears that your filly is feeling right now? coursing through her body like electricity, tensing every single muscle, cramping in every inch of nerve in her, the heart racing so fast, didn't you feel it too? And do you think about it, about how will you die, how that it could happen at anytime, does anypony, does anything live to their last year? the very, the exact limits of their life? No, because every life is cut short, every life is cut in half, there is no such thing as a natural death, every death is a murder, and you will be murdered just the same like everything else. Struck by lightning, trampled by a carriage, trampled by another pony, stabbed by a lover, stabbed by a father, a mother, a sister, stabbed by a stranger, strangled by their hooves and left to bleed out and die and rot In an alleyway, your body not found for weeks, for weeks, in the beaming hot sun, rats on your hooves and face, insects in your mane in your fur, killed by the muck, cursed, drowned in the lake you swam as a filly, drowned in the bath, choked, strangled, always and forever, without end. These hooves on your throat, these hooves on your chest forcing you down deeper, pressing in, pushing down so deep, no more breathing but theirs, their breath on your face, filling your nose, your nostrils, the spit and then semen in your mouth! this is LIFE! THIS IS LIFE!"

"This is what we are, and there is not this, nothing, nothing different than this. No place that is safe, there Is no golden age, and there is no age free of death, there is no immortally. And your filly, and your mother, your father, every single one of your friends, every pony on the street, every pony in the buildings that you pass, your teachers, your enemies, yourself. They are all dead, they are all already dead, and you are dead, so how can you feel any love at all, you are loving a corpse, you are kissing your mothers dead forehead, you are holding your fathers dead cold hoof, you are laughing with a corpse, playing in a cemetery, screaming. You are holding your dead daughter, you are cradling a piece of wax, you are nursing a cold mass of dead flesh. And if this is so, and it is so, do not lie to yourself, do not say that being alive made it all worthwhile, do not say that they have lived full lives, because no one, nothing lives any life at all, nothing lives, and if this is true, then why, why do you stay here, why do you continue living, why do you not have the courage and the heart, and the truth inside you, to take this knife. To hold it to your throat, to overcome the whims of life, to defeat life because death is truth, and truth is death. And we move towards that which is true, we shuffle towards it, we shuffle to it. But you have the courage to run towards it, run to it, to welcome it, to not live in fear of it. To not live in the dread of it, always pretending, always lying, saying that you don't see it, that it is not there, that these ponies are all alive, and that you are alive, when all you are is dead, and a liar, the same as everything, everyone, everypony else. Why do not tell the truth? Why don't you tell the truth?"

And with that, Princess Cadence grabbed the knife from Alecs hooves, held it to her throat point first, and drove it in so hard that her hoof passed out the back of her neck.

PART THREE

A Dance With Death

The royal guards immediately took Alec into custody, he was imprisoned for roughly a month, and then he was released without being charged with any crime. He had been severely beaten, his right hoof had been crushed so brutally that it never healed, and was remained curled and deformed until his death.

Twilight Sparkle and her brother, Shining Armor. Mourn the loss of Princess Cadence in the royal castle of Canter-lot

The predicament of the Canter-lot authorities can be perhaps, understood. Dozens of Alecs followers came forward to testify in defense of Alec, that Princess Cadence had killed herself, And Alec hadn't even put the knife to her neck or anywhere near her, all the while. Alec remained silent, he was dutifully taking his beatings and rough interrogations with nothing but a wry smile.

Despite the lack of evidence, Cadence's family and other relatives were actively seeking retribution against Alec, and the matter was threatening to become an outright scandal, so, what to do? Canter-lot at the time was undergoing a rough process, that of religion, witchcraft, and the threats from outside powers of evil, all different strains of evil, torment, and discord were existing within the walls of Canter-lot, practices of mass suicides, a worrying amount of necrophilia and cannibalism. And even without that, a large storm was brewing. That which will expand into nothing but a cloud of terror, the discovery of humans. But I will come back to this later, The authorities and the royal family didn't know what to do, how to act against one or the other without causing civil unrest, In the end, the royals thought it better to simply send Alec a message, his hoof was crippled, and his stature among his followers, they thought was irrepearably and irreversibly damaged, nothing hurts a cult more then seeing their leader suddenly brought down to the earth.

And with that they let Alec go, and he disappeared into the black alleyways of Canter-lot.

At first, the strategy of undermining Alecs religious authority seemed to have worked. All of his followers seemed to have all but disappeared from the streets, and no more public meetings were held. Alec himself completely disappeared, and anypony who cared to think about him at all, assumed that he had left Canter-lot to preach in the relative safety of the countryside of Equestria and further out.

It was three months later that the first of the secret massacres occurred. So called that because their existence was hidden for some time, or possibly because the links between normal crimes were not apparent at first, were a series of brutal, seemingly random murders that occurred within the streets of Canter-lot, by the end, something like 70 ponies had been murdered, daggers were shoved into their eyes, mouthes and throats. Many of those tear were targets were high-born, or high ranking ponies, others were simple merchants or peasants or just the everyday ponies. All we're assaulted as they walked on the street, in broad daylight, the su illuminating there attacks, in full view of any passerby's, the killers always managed to escape, they attacked their victims while dressed in plain brown cloaks. After approaching their target, grabbing the back of their head, and stabbing them multiple times with such terrifying force, the attackers would simply melt alway into the confusion, discarding their robes and becoming anonymous in the masses of ponies who would gather around to gawk and ponder at the heaps of gore upon the ground below.

At the time humans were the main suspects, let's turn the clocks two months back. The humans are first announced from the royal palace, all ponies gathered and listened to Celestia, in the first half of the second month humans would be thrown into the back of carriages, naked, stripped of there humaneness, raped, tortued, beaten, treated like slaves and tormented by ponies. Everything was accelerating, humans were subject to public executions from the rage of the death of Princess Cadence, evil was filling the minds of ponies. Most were forced to work in labor, they were carried on trains in cages, sold into slavery and sex slavery, used as experiments to test, inhumane punishments, tortured to the brink of insanity. 3 months later, humans were known throughout every inch of Canter-lot, and beyond Equestria. And this was the perfect time for Alec and his followers to began something that was nothing less than a guerrilla war against Canter-lot, and it would continue for many, many days and nights.

The murders sent a wave of terror throughout the city, because when violence is used against ponies, they don't take it lightly like they do on humans. The dark clouds were gathering faster and faster, crows stormed the rooftops and pecked at rotting bodies. They knew what death looked like, and they didn't care, they only cared once it was used against them. And these secret massacres set in motion a mass panic that would unravel the very fabric of the city. Rumors were circling around like a spiral of crows that screamed in the night, never ceasing or stopping. Crashing into windows, Anypony could be next in line. And with that, was the unsuccessful assassination of Princess Celestia and Luna. Was that of a young Stallion under arrest, who was only 15 at the time, and was put into harsh interrogation. And he admitted that Alec himself told him to carry out the murder, that it was part of the initiation ritual, that murder, was a sacrament of their religion. And that almost every follower of Alec had taken part in murder, or were preparing to.

"He told us to tear it all apart" He is recored as saying "He told us to push you all into the water"

And what followed was to be called the "Years of Blood and Ash"

Royal guards flooded into the streets like ants arresting any known followers of Alec, brutal interrogations gave them more names, more locations, and more arrests, the royal family ordered that every single inch of Canter-lot be searched, and leave no area not thoroughly searched at least twice. Guards broke into homes, tortured and killed any known humans that had even the slightest connection to Alec or even none at all. They confiscated property and searched everywhere, in cellars and rotting basements. Arresting any and all suspected with connection to Alec or any of his followers. The preasure was so intense that many ponies accused others of having connection to Alec to get revenge for past grievances.

Alec, however, was not found. Though many that were under interrogation claimed to know where he was hiding, he was never present when the royal guards arrived.

Frustrated, the royal guards punished his followers in his place, beat them, almost killing them. Torture was so commonplace many were done in broad daylight, some royal guards snuck away with mares that were accused and raped them in alleyways, beat them, bashed in there heads and left them to be eaten by rats and other disease. There semen filling the mares eyes, mouthes, vulvas and ears. That a copy to what Alec did in his young age to local prostitutes.

Some were made into slaves, some were burned alive. By far the worst fate however was saved for those who had publicly proselytized for the cult. They were taken to the places where ponies had been murdered and put into metal bindings, the intricate system of ropes and iron bars would contort there bodies into bizarre shapes. A dog with its curled legs, there legs high above their heads, in splits, ripping bones out. There stomachs arching forward and upward at the same and hooves and hands for the humans arching backwards and onto the floor. Liquid iron forced down into their throats, the death was unbelievable painful, and no-one had remorse. No sympathy, not for the family they might of had. So much liquid metal was poured into the struggling Stallion, man, Mare or woman that their organs liquified, a mixture of blood, steel and pus leaked from every hole in their body. Once finished, the judges would pour frigid water over the body to cool the mixture, steam would fly up everywhere around. Tinged with blood making thick red clouds that it was difficult to see and almost impossible to breathe. The bindings would then be removed, leaving the corpse frozen in place, a statue of their last agonizing moments. And it would stand there in the street, as a warning. Until the flesh rotted or was pecked away by birds, and all that was left was an empty twisted Skelton of bone steel and guilt. But no birds were ever present to peck away. the crows stay and flew around them in circles, once a mass of what seems to be a thousand birds circled one, fear and speculation was growing more and more. The ponies didn't know it, but the world around them was tearing apart, everything would soon collapse in on itself. But this was just the beginning.

Though persecution persisted for several years, the worst of it was probably over a year an a half. Public burnings became more frequent, one human, one that would come to be just as fearful as Alec himself was born from a mother, desperate in hiding from royal guards. Sending this boy into the war zone, and for him to grow up to be something so similar to Alec, the parallels can not be missed, how eerie there stories would be are terrifying. But I will continue this, later. For now, everyone was suffering, and Alecs followers were seen no longer as an upstart or new religion, but as nothing better than nightmares, sorcerers, witches. They became bogeyman, conjured up In the dead of night by stressful mothers, threatening their children to sleep.

Alec was apprehended exactly 5 years after he arrived in Canter-lot for the second time, he would be burned at the stake.

When they came to put their hooves upon him, even then they were slow. Their movements were strange and angled, as if they were guilty, and they felt it. Though they professed to be angered and were quick to dismiss, their movements betrayed their beliefs and all their fears were revealed. There are the undeniable truths in the faces of those who would destroy you and everything you know and are, not a simple death, but a death that rings out, rings out. A death that echoes everywhere in the world until that sound is exterminated by inertia, a death to fully end you, to erase you. This was the death that they had wanted for him, this was the death and the honer that they would give him.

That morning was a cold one. We all rubbed out hooves for warmth, crows above, all gathered to watch in the frost, there was almost never frost, so rare, and then there we were, on that day, and the frost came, the most perfect of signs, the most subtle of the acknowledgments. Because we knew that this was it, We are not a religion of the resurrections, Alec said, we are not believers in the second chances. The square was an empty place, there were no distractions to see, the royal guards read the proclamation loud, but we barely heard it. Those words meant less than absolutely nothing, it was if they were speaking in a foreign tongue, and, didn't we already feel so separate? didn't we already feel so different and so apart? Our tongues were the foreign tongue. And we had lost all hope of understanding, now and forever.

They tied his hooves with such force, jerking the ropes back with malice intent, a snapping sound heard. Im sure that they wanted to break his hooves, But Alec never said a thing, he never begged or pleaded, he never opened his eyes a single inch, his face was that look of someone in the most intense of happiness, the most strongest of ecstasies, he was very happy, so happy.

We wanted a last sermon, we wanted to be taught one final thing. Because it had not been enough, it was not enough. We were not better beings, we were not better ponies. We wanted him to say anything, anything to us, anything meant for us, anything! We didn't want it to be over with everything that was left, we didn't say, what we had wanted to say, but Alec said nothing at all, even when his chest was on fire, and his fur peeling and fire burning into his flesh. Because he had already told us everything, he had shown us everything, and there was nothing special about what he saw because, don't we all see it? Every day, every year all of us see it, all the time, and we don't need to know anything special about it, because we already know all of it.

This was all there was

And when they put the torch down to tinder, I was smiling grinning so wide, the fire started with such an aching swiftness, it didn't hesitate for even a moment, how honorable, it just went about its business, dancing. I was so proud then, when the fire ate away at his fur to his flesh and melted his bones. But I can only laugh, because they don't know the half of it. Many of us were crying, but they were fools and hadn't understand a single thing that had happened, it is not the sadness that those ponies feel, it is the desperation, it is the fear and the withering cold. That is the smoke that rings you, that is the smoke that hides you, and that you curl around your shoulders.

Like a blanket in the night time, it is the air that you breathe, and you cannot move away from it, because there is no away from it. No away at all, God knew this and he had put you here, he creates and he destroys, creates the one things that exist and destroys the things that never did exist. Undoes those that might have been, but never were, holds their heads under the water, and his reasons always uncertain, but his, certainly everywhere. Slowly compressing all fo peace until our legs and face and chest and knees and hooves are broken and touching and flooded into ourselves. All things that are made, and are thus limited, they are only what they are and no more, nothing can be built, or born, only be reproduced, only dumbly copied.

But now I remember a story that he told us, about this very thing. Before there was a history to think of, before there was a past or a present. All the ponies were of God and he of them, and God spoke to every Stallion and Mare, and he answered them on their prayers, there was a time when God answered the prayers of the ponies, when we didn't have to search for him and think of insipid reasons to explain away his absence. And he spoke to them in their dreams, and there was nothing but his will, every action and reaction were his and his alone, each single breath of wind, and mote of dust, there was only God in this world. And each Stallion was a piece of this, each Mare was a piece of this, with no existence in and of themselves but only as a part of the god will, the fragments of the greatest whole, the absolute.

And into this world there was born a single Stallion
With a sense of self
A feeling of otherness
Not the same somehow apart from everything and everypony that looked.
And everywhere he went he carried this feeling inside him
Always it was in his gut, pressing in onto his forehead.
He was bitter in happiness
And he was angered at peace
for it was never of him, and he was never of it.

Everything was separate
And he couldn't feel anything, his soul was untouched
Because it did not
Exist

And to no part of the spirit did he owe any allegiance to
For he was all stomach and heart and gut
His eyes saw only the earth and sky, and shit and vomit
Things as they were, and thus it made him doomed, made him ecstatic
Miserable and bitter, cunning and euphoric of all
And it was he who was the first Stallion, and it was he who was the first Hunter

The first to kill for food, the first to feel the need
To seek, to find and track and kill
To end things and to begin things
Was this not just like God?
Just what God would have done, and what he had done?
This was how beginnings and endings had entered into this world
No longer were they incorporeal things, that were left up for chance to decide
But now we're made physical, with hooves and legs and limbs of the uncaring drought.

And through every arrowhead and through sharpened stone
Through a gap in the flesh where time and nothingness stood
And death and the ending fell out and splashed their redness everywhere around
Blood was pouring into the rivers
Where he washed their skins and cleaned his hooves and face
And washed the smell right of it and off of himself
Blood flowed there and mades it's way into the salt blue ocean waves and tides
And the fish would drink that blood
Gathered up in schools and drunk with headiness of cycles of lifetimes on the land, and diffused with the salt and saline, so light now, so small it was now that none could taste it's coppery stinging, like needles piercing the flesh they couldn't feel.

But all were drinking, all were eating, and all had blood inside them which was not their own blood.
They had stolen the blood of another
Bloody and not wholly themselves any longer they were and never would be again
Now part of something else
The blood brothers they would never see, Never get to see and that we're already dead.

But none cared, and none complained
In fact, all felt better, all felt full
Stallions and Mares are creatures of appetites
And they had all traded their love for a full belly very, very long ago
And they all felt filled with it, and alive, both dead and all alive
And in the nights they whispered softly to one another
Laying close in the frost and dark surrounding them all around
Pressing into one another to feel the beating heart of another outside themselves
As the living proof, living proof that they were not the last, that they were not the very last one
Because when dark is everywhere all confidences are forgotten and buried
And Stallion is only a colt again, And Mare is only a filly again, without stick or blade or bludgeon.

And the world is as it once was, a wholly place of the animals
Where all churches are built over to honor the tooth and claw
And all intelligence is worth exactly nothing
A place of just pounding hearts and desperate running and crashing through the fallen tree limbs, branches caving in into the ground underneath the dirt all at once, thumbing in on themselves.
An unknowable chaos of the dense wilderness
Where the beasts of the forests would chant out into the cold and frozen night times.
"Who will kill! and who will eat! and who will die!"

And into those same nights the Ponies in homes whispered.
"The Hunter does us all a great service, and we've done so much to deserve it. With axes and arrows, fires and stones. He has fed us well, has opened up the world for all of us stranded and lost. So brave and strong, so cunning and so wise indeed he is, the best of all of us. Because he dreams of how it shall be, what will and be and with it he sees a better life"

And they all respected him, the respect to save for the violent, that has always been their leaders and always will be. Those that are condemned when they act. Those who live with hearts in their mouthes and hooves all twisting. The violence all they worship in the form of the same as them. When what we really worship is death, and for all those that can and will bring it to us. Because we long for it, we long for it.

And this was how he convinced them, to bend their backs. And angle their knees. To put their hooves onto the earth, and arches in their necks, muscles tensed and fur damp and sweating, Pushing weight onto weight onto weight. Holding themselves up, To make a solid height and a stable base
As good as stone and as strong. He used their trust, and with that they gave him faith
Freely all freely they had traded to him
And then he shook his bow and he flashed his eyes. He told them of the life they had gained, and his to give.
The only separate one, and the only different one
Who stood apart and felt nothing of life and nothing for it
And all those Stallions, and all those Mares.
Gave of their bodies, everything that there was
Every inch and every sinew
And made themselves all just things
Not ponies but steps
Not Mares but steps
Not Stallions but steps
Steps for his hooves, every back of his own kind
Every neck of a Pony
But still it wasn't enough
We must go further The Hunter said
I hunt the darkest games, he cowers In the shadows of the black blue sky above
And yet I still feel this gap in me
The empty space between the world and my soul
A nothing space, yes I feel it there
But there were no more Stallions, and there was no more Mares
No more backs and no more necks
So The Hunter asked the animals

Those that he had eaten, he asked their bones
He asked the dead mothers, and he asked the dead sons
He asked the ones hidden in the stones, in the crawlspaces and burrows
In the dark holes in the bark of the trees
In their leaves and in the water
And he showed them his bow, and he flashed his eyes
And all alone they all knew
All of them knew
They knew, they knew, they knew
They had always been separate
They had always had gaps, always had gaps
Had always had spaces where hearts could of been
Because God had made them first, but had not made them best
Had kept them in shadows and forests and fields
Had let them all be Hunted, always afraid
Afraid of being killed and eaten, afraid of being slaughtered
While they themselves killed and ate each other
God had let it happen
God had made it happen
And it kept happening everyday, and it would keep happening always and forever
Yes they all knew at that moment, the animals know everything.

And all In their thousands they bared their teeth
And all bowed their heads, every plant and every animal added weight, added height
And all the while they all laughed, secret laughs
All now taking place, all now a part
All as one, all without selves
Lost in the whole, the massive stair
Now tall enough, he shouted and raised above the clouds
To where the air grew thin, and to where the light blinked out
Up higher than this and to the highest point ever revealed and reached
The highest of all
And that Stallion placed his Hoof square onto the smalls of their backs
Square onto the napes of their necks
Square onto their eyes and their mouthes
He took their stairs two at a time
He ran and he was not tired
He was not tired, he was happy so happy
This was it
This was
It

And at the very top of the stair
Where he was alone, but so very not alone
He pulled back his string, and he tightened his bow
And he said nothing at all just breathed
And held it, a moment, right there, and then let everything go
No troubles
No fears
No ponies
No animals
No earth
No space
No souls
No nothing
No anything
And there were arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads everywhere
And one, only one
Stuck fast into the throat of God.

And God fell straight into the earth, with every bone broken
And that arrow was driven straight out from the back of his neck, flew high over the solid earth, and silhouetted against the beams of the sun

like the only tree left standing from the smokey and burned out ashes of destroyed woods
Like a Hunted animal dead on the ground
God bled out slow, his blood soaking the ground beneath him until his heart stopped
Like a stuck pig
Like a dog on a spit.

And that hoof that steered the mighty ships of the workings of the vast plains
In an instant, it all broke into a thousand jagged pieces pointing upwards
And it took only minutes for all those Ponies to come down
And without a thought, they all began eating
With their bare hooves they ripped apart everything that they could find
And ate until they were to full to move.

We are at that desperate banquet now, and if you listen
You can hear them chewing.

It is said that after he was burned, Alecs ashes were scattered by a sudden and powerful wind, covering the entire assembly, burning their eyes and filling their mouthes. And that so much ash could rise from a single body is considered to be the last miracle of Alecs religion, and it is one, of the greatest significance.

PART FOUR

Buried Above The Ground

The persecution of his followers had several unintended consequences, The Years of Blood and Ash forced most of the remaining followers to leave Canter-lot and Equestria all together, This "Exodus" lasted several painful, convoluted decades, they suffered such harsh and untold hardships, extreme prejudice and physical violence. Unable to settle anywhere in safety for more than a few years at a time or less, the beleaguered exiles eventually found their way to a few remote villages in unknown unnamed mountains, far away lands and even from the main island of Equestria itself. It is doubtful that Alecs religion would have survived anywhere other than in remote, inaccessible areas such as these I have described.

All that left was the humans, in those decades humans would grow out and extend across Equestria, always carried by any types of species in those lands, Ponies, Gryphons, Dragons, Zebras, Kirin's, and whatever else. One of Alecs followers climbing a high mountain and coming across a lone Kirin named, Autumn Blaze. And his many lost writings in which I only been able to obtain a few dozen, telling his 10 year story with her and her transformation into Alecs religion. In a letter he writes

Her words are so delicate, but in the same way derelict, she isolated herself at the very foot of a grassy and rainy jungle mountain top.

Parts of letters are heavily ripped and torn, I was unable to find any that hadn't been torn up or ripped in some way

Her breeding style is just like that of a mare, but different in her manners and movements, and soft harsh moans. As if I'm hurting her but she pleads for more, like a hungry cat.

The public ill-will towards Alecs religion, as well as the new mandatory destruction of their writings, has not only deeply altered the very character of Alec and his followers, but has also had great effect on how modern poets, philosophers, and scholars view Alec and his religion. All of Alecs teachings were covered from their original, written form and into an oral like tradition, that would be passed down from priest to priest. It was simply too dangerous to keep a record of anything, and after enough time had passed it was completely forgotten that there had ever even been written copies at all. The writings that I have collected over the years are all not finished, regardless of the care and the devotion in which his followers treated their cultural inheritance, inaccuracies must exist in those texts, we can never be sure of anything we read there.

The shroud of secrecy that fell over Alec had one other, unexpected effect, one that would, inevitably, in the end, cost hundreads of lives. And from this secrecy came "The Dance with Death" What had previously been an open air religion from the street preachers, could no longer be practiced openly. Not follower of Alecs words could even tell others that their faith existed, for fear of reprisals. Deprived of anyway to spread their own faith, they began to fear that their religion would disappear altogether. In reaction, priests found "The Dance with Death" A set of rituals and teachings designed to be a way of passing down religious traditions to the next generation, and so on. Its contents were kept secret, even from other followers, and overtime, this secrecy evolved from a method of achieving security over, to a religious sacrament in and of itself.

It reflected the extent of the chaos that was being inflicted on the religious community as a whole, even the mere maintenace of their religious were so important that it quickly became a divine obligation. Though the existence of The Dance with Death and their general outline has been often alluded to, the actual rite is still a very well protected secret. Only priests are allowed to undergo the ritual, and very little has leaked out to the wider public about how they work. Still, we know enough to paint a dim picture about what they are.

The rite involves ash, almost certainly in reference to Alecs burning at the stake. The supplicant is covered in ash from head to leg, and at one point seems to consume ash in vast quantities, Blood is then coughed into an iron bowl, but what follows is not a very clear picture, what continues may be that the bloodied ash is then consumed by all those that are present. Or that the student consumes it alone, cannibalizing himself in a ritualized absorption of his own death, And it also may be indicated that the mixture might have been used to coat the walls of the ritual room.

The rites were always performed in a cave or a crypt. Often, there was a special room built just for the ritual, the walls would always been pitch black, darkened by the smoke or the blood and ash mixture. To create an otherworldly and disorienting sensation. There would of been a single candle, and that light would have been absorbed remorselessly by the black walls, creating an unfailing atmosphere of the foreboding. After the ritual the priests would then emerge from the cave covered from head to legs in ash, and present the new priest to the community. And interestingly, it also seems that many times the inductee would have to be carried out completely unconsciouses, but this was not seen as a sign of failure. And stories of the apparently 5 hour time that the ritual would be preformed, it tells of orgies, necrophilia, and worship of the devil, and the ashes that would cover the priests would be mixed with both ashes from fires and of the dead. But these claims are not verifiable.

All this secrecy effectively protected them from the brunt of the prejudice against them, during the approximately, thirty to forty year exile from Canter-lot. When most finally settled atop mountains and far away lands in Equestria and not, the rites continued, and became an established part of their faith and religion together. They also created however, a very stifling atmosphere of the cloak and the dagger. And inner tensions began to mount within them, Ten years after their settlement, a priest had a vision, his name was "Naal" Another unusual name, a popular and very respected priest awoke on enight to find the spirit of Alec standing over his bed, the spirt was so large, Naal said that it was forced to hunch over, its black flat against the ceiling of Naals home. He was clad in a fiery iridescent armor, blackened and grey mix, a pitch black sword with a hilt of ravens feathers and the seemingly silhouette of a large crow by his side. Where his other hoof would be would of been, over it was instead a metal gauntlet, seemingly to be backwards making an inverted hoof. The apparition informed Naal that he was to become the leader of Alecs truth church, and that nothing more then the complete destruction of anything or anypony that opposed them, including unconverted followers of Alecs. And that nothing less than the total annihilation of Equestria, and most importantly the center of it, Canter-lot, which had grown fat and sickening then ever before.

With such a repellent message, Naal and everypony that was there was terrified, they were like a nomad tribe, always on the run they were in a horrifying ordeal, they did not believe it was over, or that it might never be over. Always the possibility of violence against them, this was there chance to finally be on the offensive, to give instead of receive what they had been for years. They were a desperate group, and Naal brought them a desperate religion. Exact figures our unknown, but before the end of Hall and his followers, they had all but exterminated the population of 15 neighboring villagers, and tribes sprinkled in between valleys and wet jungles. And these places simply ceased to exist, never to be resettled, legends said that any food or crop to grow in those areas would come out from the ground blood red and rotting, puking out putrid muck. And it would bleed that when cut, that tactics that Naal used were horryfing and fast, flying, they employed a self named tactic called "The Bloody Eagle" or "The Bloody Crow" gutting their victims, pinning their opens stomaches to their sides, hanging them upside from trees to bleed out onto the ground. And in one scene, a large tree covered by hanging rotting bodies, the crows were on them. In the only letter Naal writes of this experience, in which I quote.

There is no hoof upon us anymore, there will be no slowing, there will be no stopping, there will be no rest. Everything is for us, and nothing is exempt, there is no food without us, and none can eat it. There is no drink, and there is no air, all the earth will be red with our acts, filling the nonexistent air with its breath. All fields will become the marshes, and each hoofprint will pool with our legends. These very steps will be the reminders of us, as the earth wells up with their lifes blood, of the truth, all truths, all truths.

Words quickly spread to the surrounding communities, and Naals followers were quickly slaughtered in a violent stand off in a nearby forest, battle lasted a full day, a chaotic affair. It ended when a band of united towns ponies burned the entire forest to the ground, but not with repercussion. What followed was a sight none had seen, the air quickly filled with crows, ashes flew from them in a million pieces. Raining down and crashing into the ponies with such force that they were completely obliterated. The crows were on them in the end, and the fire burned into the ground with such force, that there was nothing but the molten dirt and blackened skies with dark melting clouds that would stay above that place swarmed with crows for 40 Days and 40 Nights before simply dissolving into the sky on the 40th night.

And with that, the old traditions and "The Dance with Death" would remain neglected, collecting dust in dark basements, fading away in the obscurest of history's recesses. But then, history can reassert itself in out lives in unexpected ways, threads of causality stretching themselves across lifetimes to interfere with us, help us, hurt us. Often, we are completely unaware of this, we don't see it happening until it is to late. We often talk about "Making history" but the truth of the matter is that we don't make it, it makes us.

TO BE REMISS

"All lives are wasted on Equestria, mine, simply more so" From The Diary of Frederick Mask

Of the quotes, and the poems that I have quoted in my writing is not without discussion, since I must mention of how I came to know about them in the first place, Frederick Mask was the one to write these, he persevered them in the basment where "The Dance of Death" was, in this he wrote all into an unfinished diary, that would later be burned and almost destroyed. Lets start at the beginning, Frederick Mask was born into a modestly well off family in the south of Ponyville, he was picked to be a poet for he was bright and inquisitive, always he was buried in books. His parents had high hopes for him, in his diary he writes "They saw in me more than I am, they saw in me a saint, but I am only a sinner. They saw in me a priest, but I am only a scholar."

Frederick found the religious schools he attended suffocating, the focus on rote memorization, the rigid morality, and the dogmatic ways of thinking, all of this conflicted with his individualistic nature. When he turned 18 he dropped out, shocking his parents, his mother died soon after and he never spoke to his father again. He orphaned himself to pursue his intellectual desires, he was already of another world. Frederick took to academia, devouring book, writing constantly, always attending classes, and he eventually graduated. Immediately after his graduation, he quickly set off for the Equestrian Mountains, he was only 20. What had prompted this sudden departure is a complete mystery, how he knew of Alec and his followers are even more difficult, while it had only been 30 years after the forest battle, all of Alecs followers and everything was hidden, completely forgotten by Equestria and tucked away by the royal family. Exactly what he knew about them is not clear, nothing could be found. None of the few friends that he had were aware of this trip, he just simply disappeared.

Exactly what happened to Frederick in the mountains is not known to us at all, His diaries start only after his return back to Ponyville, and he only mentions specific events, never giving a complete narrative of what happened. It seems that at first he was met with a great deal of suspicion, but his dedication won him the grudging respect of the locals, and he was eventually allowed to write much of the sacred traditions, Frederick was allowed to only hastily scribble down everything he heard, writing words quickly and miss spelling, and In hopes of translating later, the process was agonizing. Priests would often times not repeat a certain passage for weeks, and was met with immense obstacles.

It took five years for Frederick Mask to return back to Ponyville, when he arrived he carried with him an enormous and chaotic pile of notes and writings, that would a couple years later be attempted to be published as "The Dark Bleeding" 5 years to record, 2 1/2 years to write and translate. And even with the final verison he was not happy, he writes "The translation is incomplete, and it infuriates me. It is missing that sense of the deepest desperation, I cant explain it! There aren't words, its in their eyes, I need ponies to look into the eyes of a believer and see it there, there! there just aren't the words."

The writings had become in Fredericks mind, the sole reason for his existence. He was slowly becoming a believer in the faith, and he strongly believed that he was alive to preserve it. While in the midst of translation, Frederick searched for publisher and found none, the sample pages he brought with him to nearly every academic publishing house in Ponyville, all of them proclaimed to be too dark, too obscure or too depressing. Nopony wanted to read such a book, and even the most obscure journals of the field were skeptical about it content. Not once did he find anypony that remembered who Alec was or his religion, the royal family had completely hidden everything in a span of only 30 years, and Frederick suspected that they may of even removed everyponys memory.

The resistance to the publishing of his translation confused and infuriated him greatly, he was certain that the books were nothing less then a revelation, in a letter he writes "The feeling of awe, of the religiosity has been lost, there are no more gods left, no more prophets left, only the insects and rotting teeth remain, the cracking bones and atoms and chemicals and minerals, there is no magic left in horns, there is no wonder in us and no souls can be found in any of our decaying bodies" To Frederick, this faith and religion was the antidote to the widespread disbelief, an assault on life itself, on reason and its attempts to organize the absolute, on ignorance and on the materialism.

Every major publisher, and almost every minor one rejected his books and himself, once he was actually beaten up and thrown into the street, but he never abandoned his quest. After months of searching he found a very small house that printed out very small and very obscure manuscripts and booklets on lost groups, raging between 10 to 20 ponies or other species, and even on humans which were almost never bought or sold due to the hatred against the humans. The hatred grew more and more due to the humans becoming more violent because they were being used like prisoners, they were nothing more than a sex toy used for pleasure of both rape and execution. The house would publish ideas even on the occult, and the Stallion who ran it was named "Willam" He was immediately struck by the force of Fredericks personality, and he quickly became apart of the faith, and was the first to be converted in nearly 40 years. In just a few weeks 20 copies of "The Dark Bleeding" and were put on sale, in the span until both of there deaths, 1 year later. Only 2 would ever be sold. 1 week after printing the first 10 copies, they formed the "The Nocturnal Order" which sought to recreate and form "Lecsanism" Was the name they made, for them "A Blank Space" was not pretty, and even shameful to their faith. They referred to themselves as "Dark" because it was necessary for them to hide their faith. In 3 weeks already 20 copies were printed, and they already had 8 loyal followers with one of the books, which was generously sold to their most loyal member, whose name is unknown. They committed themselves to "reshaping the truth" They believed they were chosen to reintroduce this religion back into Equestria through every mean necessary.

They also established a place for Lecsanisms to worship, inside Fredericks basement. There Fredericks followers would practice what rituals they could find from the books he collected and wrote. All that they could cobble together from their incomplete copies of the books, within days all 10 members, including Frederick and Willam were all divine to there faith, and would begin recruiting more and more, in a similar way that Alec had done. The night after the first ritual one of the members, name unknown stabbed his fellow friend from school in a back alley and left his body to be eaten by rats. In the year that followed, Ponyville would be struck with these horrific murders and rapes, in only 1 year, 50 ponies would be brutally murdered by almost anything, a rock, a shovel, a dagger, all types of horrific scenes would be found upon the discovery. William would break his own neck in a derelict house in the outskirts of Ponyville, his body would be found 3 days later by the authories and they found a young filly that was raped multiple times by William, her insides were "Torn up from the horrific acts of rape that were inflicted upon her for several hours at a time" A doctor that was interviewed at the hospital that the filly was taken to. The filly was tied to a broken fireplace, she was starving and barely breathing. She would later die at that same hospital. Just weeks prior William was accused of a rape and murder of two victims in which he lied his way out of. In the moonlight William assaulted a husband and a wife in the middle of the night, killed the husband by means of "Bashing his head into the wall several times" A officer on the scene describes, and the Mare was brutally raped for about 30 minutes in an alleyway, before he took out a dagger and slit her throat wide open. Presumably raping her corpse for another hour.

The most brutal incident and the most notable murder was that of Berryshine, a mare that was stumbling home drunk was an easy target, Willam lured her with alcohol and even without, she would of taken his invite to a "Good Time" he lead her to Fredericks basement in which Berryshine would be the first and last to be killed in ritual that they planned to kill many more. She passed out almost instantly once arriving to the basement, they tied her down and formed a circle around her. Lit one candle, coated the walls in a mixture of ink and blood of prior victims. Waited for her to wake up in which her alcohol would already be faded, and they would all rape, torture, and kill her. When she woke up then quickly sprung and all took turns raping her. William grabbed her mane and ripped a chunk out, forcing himself into her. She was screaming, begging and pleading. They didn't care, in his diary Frederick writes "We were getting hard at her screams, she was screaming, shouting Im sorry we were already annoyed at the bitch, the whore, the slut that filled her mind that night. And like a mouse in a trap she was here. I forced my dick into her mouth, forcing it down her throat. William was thrusting into so hard I felt the vibrations on my cock, we all forced our semen into her throat, her mouth, her ass. One of us held her down while we turned her around, back to the floor. We were finished with the orgy, and she was breathing hard, barely able to, it had been some 4 hours since we began, and there was only leftovers left until we would be finished. I got ontop of her, sliding my cock with such ease into her pussy, it was so torn and it was bleeding. Red beauty, I whisper to them "Begin" all of them start chanting as I thrust into her, myself getting hard in her pussy, her squeaks of pain ever so slightly echo through the basement wall, after a minute I slide out of her and dawn my robe and all the others draw theres. William comes up and forces ash down her throat, her gagging quickly ceases as the life drains from her eyes. With the remaining ash we coat the walls with it. And we leave, Williams leaves with a filly and we never see him again."

The weeks that followed royal guards were everywhere, all of them were soon found and the one notable one Rael is the only name I have, William would be found by Ponyville authorities and royal guards by a self broken neck, Frederick would never be found. And Real would be found in the basement where the murder of Berryshine would be found. The only words that Rael says to the judge at his court due are, and i quote "Each unexpected death, brings us all so much closer, and the more disturbing, the more grotesque, and the more depraved it is, makes it all the better, since were all going to end up that way, anyway." In that same night after he was charged, in jail, he killed himself by forcing his head through the cell bars of his cell, to how he did this is a complete mystery. One week later, Frederick would be dead. In a note he writes just hours before his estimated death "Lecsanism, the story of Alec and his followers does not deserve to vanish entirely from Equestria, no matter what others may think of it, life has rejected me, and I reject life. It is just as it is written. Alec would have been so proud."

On Hearth's Warming Eve, he doused his entire house in kerosene, he walked outside, watched the moon and smoked a cigarette, and when finished, he flicked the smoldering butt onto the basement floor and laid down upon the pile of paper, the faith and the desperation below him. And he waited motionless, for the fire to consume him.

He left a small scrap of paper, a suicide note on his desk, carefully placed square in the middle. "I would be remiss." he wrote on it "If I did not include this months rent. And being remiss is the one thing I cannot tolerate."

PART FIVE

The Extinguishing Consciousness

when will my life fucking end

why did the roof come off today, why did the bloody arrows fall from the sky today

The stars are all burning out today, they are trying to pretend that I give a shit

How many times do I have to say it, why does nothing ever listen

I want to be raped until I am nothing but skull and bone

Our teeth are to often chipped and gnashed

Our clothes are to often torn and ripped

And it will happen as long it possibly can last

arrows

arrows

arrows

arrowheads

~~hurry up and fucking die~~

Carved into the stone, the dirt, the blood and the bone

Knocking the greatest mountains down with such ease

grating

gaping mouth

grab

hooves on your thro a

t

ea t i n g

nothing hurts

every th in g

we wish we were dead

Robert Flint, the boy that was thrown into this world, by the mother who left him to fight for himself, the human that would grow to be so similar to Alec, it was uncanny, and I want to tell his story. But to talk about Robert Flint, I need to talk about Birdtown. I need to start at the beginning.

Birdtown was a small settlement on the coast of Equestria, and it wasn't much of anything. It was little more than a small circling of houses and a single church. It was where the undesirables went, the unwanted. This mostly meant unmarried mares, the elderly ponies, and even some Humans, but none of the ponies there cared about the Humans, just like how the Humans didn't care for them.
Ponies and people went to Birdtown because the land on the rocky landscape didn't produce anything. No one wanted it, and thus no one complained or cared when one more shack went up in that area. All of their homes were old before they were even standing, before they were even built, little more than cramped cellars carved into the rocky soil. Holes in the ground.

Robert Flint came to this village at the age of 25, living a dirty, homeless, horrific and traumatic life. He had developed a mind that therapists would call "A Psychopath" On his travels he most likely killed a few ponies, people, raped them. He was welcome into Birdtown because nobody there cared, they didn't care a murderer was among them. He fucked all the mares in the village at least twice. He had a reputation, as did many of those who lived in White Tail Village, which was known as "The Town of 100 Witches." It's doubtful there was ever 100 people or ponies living there, but Witches? Definitely. One witch, the most "well known" Josie is her name, a mare.

Josie lived with a Human, which was enough to have her hanged even without the knowledge that she was a witch. The townfolk said she performed Fellatio for money. And also traded bodily fluids, mostly blood, urine and her menstrual fluids. The mans name was Neil, and he slaughtered any kind of animal he could find. He came home to Josie every day covered in blood, he washed it off in the small stream that ran down the mountain behind their house. He would sleep in the cellar. He never slept in the same bed with her. They’d both just had enough. Why make more they said, when there’s already too damn many of them. Neither left anything behind of themselves. Neither were the kind to erect monuments of themselves. Not the ones to leave diaries or mementos, they were better than that. They lived their lives, and had the decency to vanish into thin air, to disappear forever.

In the winter of some year. Josie died. Some say that she hanged herself. Flint said that she was raped. "People hate what they create, almost as much as they hate what they are," he said.

That’s true.

They found Neil in the cellar, cowering under an old barrel. And this is one of the reasons everyone there believed that they were never lovers, not even friends, just beings who recognized in each other an infinitely deep yearning within the hollow abyss inside them. If they never slept together, and if they saw each other and only, each other, they could be sure of never needing to explain anything at all. They’d never ask you if slaughtering animals or exchanging sex for money were acceptable. No one would come up to you and ask you straight in your face why everything was always so fucking awful. No one would ever wonder why you were always stuck, frozen in bed, and no one would ask you to straighten the fuck up and get on with it.

And you never would.

Once, Josie wrote down a spell, the only surviving artifact of her. “Perform these deeds,” it said “and you shall know and be met with a great and powerful Spirit"

And it said -

Cut the door along the frame
And disfigure the flesh along its gates
Form a bloodied bath to loosen your tongue and relax your muscles
And sing the beautiful song
The song of pure knowledge
The Death, the Death
A love that is so great
Exhale the red mist

I sometimes wonder about my childhood. Of all the other changelings that were around me, from the other queens of my ancient time, i was raised to be another queen in an endless swarm.

But my childhood, I remember almost none of it. It’s all gone somewhere else, In the dark void where all other childhoods are. It isn’t part of me anymore, though I can still feel it if I feel very, very

Deeply

It is the opposite of a "wishing well" if I send the bucket down, try to remember, it comes up with a reason about why I am the way I am.

Why the things around me are as they are. Why I can’t be happy.

never will

w h y i h a v e t o d i e

I remember only one thing

There was a changeling, a boy, he was larger than me. I was awkward then, I was so uncertain and so ugly, filthy. They threw rocks at me, all of them throwing, but I think that now, that most of them did not quite mean it. They couldn’t commit to it. But he could.

He threw with all his might, everything, he hit my face, Connected with the ancient temple and spilled my blood down into my eyes. A red blur covered my vision, I couldn’t see and I couldn’t feel anything. There is an empty place in me and that is where it comes from, from the emptiness. Something was angry in me, some old, something ancient, desperate. I moved so quickly, my limbs so strong, they’d never been so strong. My legs were like trees, roots so deep into the ground, so deep it was unmoving, yet they were running, flying. My hooves were like everything I’d ever wanted to say, carrying so much weight. All those words were forgotten, all the ugly words, they were stumbled over, plowed over. All those days trampled over, every single one.

I knocked him down into the ground so hard. I couldn’t stop. I got on top of him, the others watched, I felt their fear. I struck him again, and again, and again, and again. Again. I reached down. Grabbed a rock. This is right. I felt it in my hooves I knew every atom of its structure, every angle. I knew what made it so strong, I knew how heavy the rock was, how hard. I knew how it felt to be hit, I knew it. I knew what it was like to be buried so deep. I knew what it was to be made from the dirt, the earth, to be a lifeless stone formed from the soil, so I gave it life. I brought it down. I brought it down. And I raised it up. Like a torch, I lit it with fire. I raised it up high, gripping it hard. Like a sword. I brought it down fast. His eye closed where the light blinked out, shadow. There was no such thing as depression. I brought it down. A tooth spit onto the dirt, bashed in. There was no such thing as sadness. A pool of blood. There was no such thing as acceptance. I raised it up so high. There was no such thing as fear. No more cowering, no more hiding. Not a scepter, if there was, not a clean one. I brought it down. I will not wear a crown, I am not good. I raised it up. There was no such thing as anything.

No such thing

But they wouldn’t let me finish. There were hooves around my throat. Hooves on my shoulders. It was back to the real world, the adult world, A world with rules.

I remember now

The signs and the symbols. There was a colt on a path, there was a filly in a river, drowning. There was a grave etched in a mountain, digging into the soil. And there was a Changeling, shooting at the stars. Bringing them down to the ground. Embedding them into the earth.

Why do we try to be good, if everything inside us in evil.

“What is an afterlife” Flint once asked “what would the thing that would satisfy you?”

I often worried about that

I sat each day in this cluttered attic of woodcuts and scraps of useless information scribbled on papers, perching myself onto the very edge of the deepest hole.

Where did we go?

Was it true what Alec said?

or was it something else

A place where everything, where every single living thing is evil, where everyone understands the deepest workings of our world. For they simply wish it, and it is.

They are like gods there, powerful beings. But hooked, hanged and bent, cracked and crooked, broken and ripped, and thus, evil.

A place where every breathing thing is like that. A place where every living thing is separate, so different and apart, and no one, or anything, nothing ever belonged to anything there.

nothing

3 months after Flint's arrival into Birdtown, he quickly found himself teaching the locals there in a similar to way to what Alec had done, decades ago. He ran small rundown workshops out of his home, Nearly everyone who was in town would be pulled to him, he always talked about the other side of death, for he was so sure of himself, he was so sure he what knife and death was, and were all about. He knew when life lied to us, and when it told the truth. And he promised to only tell the truth, and they believed him. True belief is so rare, Even those who say they do.

Do not really.

At first, "The Black Unlight Society" (named after the ocean that the town was situated near, just a couple miles down the mountain. That when night came, the moon never illuminated the ocean, it stayed a dark, and black, empty void.) It existed mainly to meet and discuss all of Flint's work. They were the full-time seekers, attracted to the next system, the method that promised to make life something more than what it was.

They had questions. They were just like all of us, they were no different, there was no evidence that they were depressed, or lonely individuals slowly deteriorating, they were nothing more than just, normal. Flint introduced the "Device" to the group a year later. Once it became apparent what it was, and what he had been suggesting. The group would lose most of its members, only the truly desperate and dedicated stayed, to see what was next.

They would all sit in a circle and wear the hoods Flint created, they would sit silently, quietly in the deafening silence around them, until one of them had a vision, or a type of seizure, and then it would spread amongst them until they were all sharing visions, the visions of the afterlife, the unknown, known. They would rolling about on the floor, scratching at it and tearing at themselves, even climbing the walls.

I should give a brief summary of it works for, Flint never wrote about it in his letters, only once on a rainy night. The device was described as such by Flint, he writes "The effects are very gradual. slow. The hood would press into the sides of the head, just slight oxygen deprivation over a long period of time. And then suffocate them, easily and painless, inducing a mild asphyxiation, to reveal whats comes after, I have never smiled so wide in my life." 5 years of constant preaching by Flint, the hallucinations. All the indoctrination of Flint was successful, he was awarded to be the "Ruler" of Birdtown. From then on, every method was different to achieving death, it's unclear was his goal was on from them. He ripped and tore his entire diary multiple time, sentences are lost, pages are missing.

Flint is a mystery that stains another part of Equestria, Flint has left his print of Birdtown from then on, nothing was as it was back then, everything was growing a black

mist

and ill be honest

wi th my self

I cant keep writing in this
as I ff I m n

o t talking a b o u t myself. I f ucking know

exact ly what is happeni ng

I do n t w an nt to pretend t h at it isn't happening t

t o m e right n o w

STOP IT

HOW COULD YOU JUST FUCKING SIT THERE, AND WATCH.

Robert Flint and the entire village are apprehend by the Royal Family, 10 years ago they had been receiving unknown radiation signs coming from the foot of the mountain that Birdtown was situated in, all are executed, hanged, the mares and the woman are raped till death, then stuffed with cum. Oozing, beaten, thrown, pushed, all are condemned for acts they don't deserve, there is no happy ending, because there is never a happy ending, no matter what you may think.

Robert Flint is thrown into being experimented upon, his device would be used for torture and suffering for years to come, until the eventual destruction of Equestria, foretold by both Alec and Flint, in the final recording that has been translated into paper, the final words of Robert Flint before he was to be burned at the stake, just like Alec, he speaks directly to Princess Celestia, no pony else.

"There will come a day when the torment, the secrets, the suffering will end, all that you have killed and buried above the ground, all that you have hidden away into the dark will rise up from the shifting lands in glorious appearance. When the subjugated will break free from the bonds of their captors, and a stick will do no harm, a blade will not cut their now hardened skins. When us humans will rise up, far stronger in any way. And the ever growing flood of the dead will no longer produce more by those who huddle around their fires, desperately swatting at the ever growing shadows closing in on them, no matter what they will do, no matter what kind of magic they will conjure up, there is nothing to harm it, nothing to destroy it. And it will unleash itself from that darkness with all its might, and there is nothing you will be able to do about it. On that day, you will be cast aside, you will be tormented, you will be mocked, you will be raped, slaughtered, thrown, beaten, bruised, murdered, and all that will remain is dust and sand.

Do you hear the trumpets blaring, Princess? You will, soon."

PART SIX

Sleeping And Singing Of Damnation

5 days after Flints death, all members of the royal family are kidnapped by a group of Humans and Ponies, Celestia, Luna, Twilight, they are raped, beaten, starved, mocked, and then murdered after 20 days of non-stop torture and rape.

There are ghosts here

A Stallion jumps from a balcony, a Mare behind him and following in his steps. Jumping with her foal, a corpse is left, to be raped, what is left, for it was only dirt.

We are always surrounded by the invisible spirits, they are all around us, at all times. The deceased roam the putrid rock, everything is infirm, everything is bleeding, a very dark grey.

We move through those ghosts every day, no matter where we are, there is always something there, invisible, foaming. Frozen manes wiping around, touching ours, cold feeling, a cold feeling out of nowhere, you passed one. Felt it, that sudden change, they can be on top of us, there can be one on you, right, now. On me, as I write, I scribble this, looming over me.

I've been writing long enough, and yet I don't know where to end.

My mind is rotting as I write this, its disappearing, I feel it

There is no story left to tell, I've already told enough haven't I?

why do some beg for a happy ending, why do they sit in the frost and dark, whispering to themselves.

Why should I reward them that, why should I gift it likes its a birthday, what is the point, why do they care for something they don't find in there taste.

I have told the truth, and I have told enough, I have written this for someone, maybe something. Publish it? how? what is there to publish, would you call this a book? hm? you answer in your head, or stay silent, shocked perhaps.. shaking, shivering from that uneasy feeling, maybe its stronger as I say it, I know you feel it now. It there, touching you, pushing into your chest, your back, your arms, you legs, your neck. Gripping tight and only feel that soft tingle, an itch, you scratch.

Maybe it's time I put down that black ink dot, end this book, and it collect dust because.

Everything ends.

Afterword.

I am writing this in an attic in the middle of nowhere

Katabasis

And with that Anon closed the book, breathing hard, stumbling over his own legs as he almost falls to the floor but catches himself as he leans his back against the wall.

"You fucking bastard!" Chrysalis screams as he turns as Chrysalis hits him with a piece of wood, blood splashes onto him, as he coughs before she screams and hits him in the chest as he coughs up blood, she drops the wood out of her own anger as he turns around and grabs her hoof, blocking her for getting and closer before she falls onto him as they struggle, him bleeding from the nose as she grabs his neck with both her hooves and hisses.

"Motherfucker!" She screams as she hisses at him, almost breaking the table as multiple objects tumble down, somehow the rain is there, and the sun is almost down, beaming an orange sun ray into the attic as she punches him before he grabs her and breathes heavy, his adrenaline kicking in.

"I love you" He says before she tries to slap him in response "I don't believe you! I don't fucking believe you!" She screams as she grabs something on the table and hits him with it, causing him to go into a daze for a few second, a splitting headache overcomes within seconds as he groans, she pulls at his jeans and almost tears them open, forcing his dick out as she kneels down and grabs it with her hoof before forcing it down her throat as she gags and starts sucking hard and fast, him breathing heavily, her teeth almost piercing its skin as she moans underneath, muffled as he grabs her head and pulls her of his dick, her staring at him with nothing but anger and hatred in her eyes.

"Listen I love you, I love-" He groans as she screams at him "No! I don't believe you! I don't fucking believe you! I don't believe you!" She raises her voice so high he covers his ears as she grabs the plank of wood and smashes it into his head, blood trickling down his forehead as he falls unconscious, and she breathes heavily, looking at him before laying down next him as she breathes heavily, harsh breathing as she foams at the mouth slightly wiping it with her hoof. She gets up and moves up to his dick and gets on-top of him and pushes his dick into her pussy as she moans before going up and down and looking at him, faster and faster as she moans and hisses and holds onto his chest before she feels his cum rush into her as she lets out a loud moan before pulling out and pressing her hoof down near her vulva and masturbating herself for a few seconds, pushing the semen into her before going down to his dick and spitting on it before sucking as her muffled moans escape as she gags before shoving it all in her mouth.

After almost 30 minutes she softly licks down his shaft, her tongue pressing against his skin as she moans, drops of cum around her lips and down her chin, she breathes and stands up, gliding her hoof from his dick as she stares at him and the sun outside, falling underneath the brush, she walks to the attic hatch and climbs down and leaves it open behind. She walks to the kitchen and grabs the longest kitchen knife she could find and quickly climbs back up to him, and stabs him in his left leg, driving the knife through his leg as deep as she can breathing heavily as blood splatters onto her face, she quickly pulls the knife back out before pushing her hoof into the wound, blocking the blood from dripping as she leaves it there for a couple seconds before slowly pulling it out and licking the blood from her hoof and moaning before looking at him. She grabs the knife and throws it out the small attic window, shattering a part of it as it lands outside In the grass.

She walks outside into the thick fog, the sun covered by the trees, everything has a thin blue hue, and the mist is moist and covers the entire sky and the ground, she walks through the grass, she turns and walks towards the forest and soon disappears into the fog.

Anon wakes up hyperventilating, breathing fast as he groans and moans in pain, he breathes as he turns over and almost screams as the pain from his leg rushes up to his head, he breathes trying to calm himself as he pulls his pants up and looks up to the attic before groaning as he forces himself to crawl towards the attic hatch, he gets down the ladder and falls as he shouts in pain but muffles himself with his hand as he lays for a moment before crawling as he pushes as much as he can, trying to go as fast as his body could take as he holds onto to the counter before pushing him up. After almost 5 minutes he makes to the exit and climbs down the steps of the cabin and towards a bush as he hides into it, the fog so thick almost nothing could be made out within inches as he pushes the fern leaves around him and hides breathing, calming himself down as he lays.

10 minutes later

She back to the cabin and is about to climb up to the attic before she notices a blood trail leading out the cabin, she climbs up and sees he is not in the attic anymore and screams falling down from the ladder and hurting herself slightly as she stands up and runs out the cabin.

"Where are you! where the fuck are you!" Chrysalis screams as she quickly runs into the woods, repeating those words as she runs through the fog, Anon crawls through the mud and dirt of the ground and comes across the large dead tree bark, and keeps crawling as the mist seems to be moving faster even without the sound of wind, the rain is so small there is only droplets falling down as he crawls towards a small hill from the ground as he breathes "Where are you!" Chrysalis screams in the distance as he breathes and looks towards where she shouted it from before looking to his side and he then notices the foxhole as he quickly climbs into, muffling his groans as he crawls inside and keeps quiet as Chrysalis runs over the hill, in which the foxhole is just below her as she shouts again and looks around.

"I thought you wanted to help me! bastard!" She sits down onto the ground and looks over into the mist, just staring with an almost blank expression, tears rushing from her eyes. Sitting quietly, the silence of the woods, no birds, almost nothing can be heard, not a gentle breeze, not distant water running, just nothing, but the air. Anon stays quiet underneath the ground, not making a single snow, not moving a single inch.

20 minutes later

She screams out into the forest, screaming for seconds, seconds, seconds, and then stopping as she begins to cry and gets up and runs of into the direction of the cabin as she keeps shouting and screaming. Anon breathes softly, pressing his hand into the wound as he looks to the side and notices something black sticking out of the dirt just a few inches away from him. He looks at it for a few seconds before moving into a more comfortable position and rests his chest into the ground as he moves his hands towards it and starts digging around it to make out more of it might be, after a couple seconds he notices it seems to be black feathers as he digs out a chunk as it moves suddenly and frightens him as the crow brushes of the dirt and struggles to get itself out as it caws before stopping as it stands and looks at Anon.

He looks at the crow as it continues just staring at him, staying silent. He looks confused but not really surprised, the crow then vanishes as Anon blinks and then slowly close his eyes as he then falls asleep.

Night

The moon is high, everything is dark, the mist has disappeared into the night air, there are no crickets, no worms, there is nothing there, but the unmoving grass, and the eternal silence. Anon slowly opens his eyes, the smell of wood fills his nose, into his lungs. He looks over and finds himself in the cabin, the not lit, Chrysalis weeping in the corner, pleading with the dark, softly. He lays on the hard wood floor, looking up to the ceiling, dust slowly falling from it, in masses down onto them, everyday, not just now. Everytime, not just now. He breathes softly, his leg doesn't feel the pain it did.

"Did you want to kill me?" Anon says, softly, without anger, no suffering, no fear. Chrysalis shuffles to him, tears forming. "I don't know.." She responds as she falls down next to him, completely breaking down as she cries and screams and yells and grips and pulls and scratches. Her cries filling the air, sniffling, breathing and almost choking as she coughs from letting out everything from her. She grabs a pair of scissors and looks over at Anon, with all thats left in her eyes.

"Hold my hoof.. please, hold it" Chrysalis says as she moves her hoof slightly, Anon breathes as he extends his arm and grips her hoof, a low droning like ambience starts to form in the air as Chrysalis moves the scissors to her vulva as she breathes heavily and fast.

Cut

"Ahhhh!" She screams as her cry echos into the forest, a doe turns its head towards the sound. Agony overtaking Chrysalis as she breathes heavily, blood starts dripping as her clit falls of, she winces and whimpers as she crawls away from him, then trying to stand as she cries, leaving out the door as she almost collapse onto the porch of the cabin. Looking up into the night sky, no stars can be seen expect a constellation, Anon breathes as he looks out the windows of the cabin and stares towards those same stars, the constellation forming into a Mare, a Crow, and a Doe.

Chrysalis whimpers as she collapse into the grass, her tears flowing into the soil as she places her head on her side and onto the ground. The droning ambience turns into a deep shaking, a deep low sound echoing everywhere, but staying slow and silent. Chrysalis crawls back to the cabin, then forces herself up as she leans against the gate of the door, the frame. "Cut the door along its frame" A heightened voice says from outside, Chrysalis turns and sees Princess Celestia standing at the base of the porch, shadows lapping over her, her hair yet unmoving, flowing. "No!" Chrysalis screams "No!" Celestia screams even louder as the sound of shaking grows into thuds, as millions of acorns start falling, mixed with rocks and rain, the night and darkness is stronger than before.

Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Princess Cadence, Princess Twilight.

Anon breathes as he looks over towards Chrysalis, unmoving fallen over the floor, the Doe standing next to her, the rain seems to be eating away at the wood as Anon moves himself, Anon stops as all the Princesses walk inside slowly, all dissolved and disheveled. A Crow flys inside through the new open and shattered windows, Anon gets up. All of them now sitting together as Anon looks at them, they don't talk, they just sit, waiting.

The sun rises in the horizon, slowly, just on the brink of morning

The light is small, humid and moist. The cabin burns, blackness escaping from cracks in the wood, the fire orange and bright, lighting the world on fire. Crows are flying above, hundreds of them, far away in the mountain range, more are coming and the woods are silent. No sound but the flame, not even from the crows, just the wind they are making.

Anon walks slowly, up a black hill with no grass, just the dirt and the dark, the large dead tree is standing, other dead trees and bushes litter the hill, the rocks are scraping, wind is rotting it, the dark ambience grows louder and louder, hundreds of bodies of mares, stallions, humans, gryphons, dragons, everything starts forming from the darkness, all dead, all rotting. The changelings are hanging from the trees, Anon walking slowly, motion slow and scared. Feared, the horror is there, the terror is there, and the iron smell of blood is there, the darkness is there, and it's growing.

Chrysalis is dead, buried above the ground

Epilogue

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The colors are drained, there is none, the woods are swaying, breathing, slowly, the grass is tall as Anon makes it up a hill and through the grass, limping slightly as air is clear, cool, flowing. He is in a large open hill surface, and the skies are clear, not a cloud is there, and the sun is bright, almost filling the entire sky. Anon kneels down and picks raw berries from a bush and eats them, he is dirty, sweaty, walking for days across a seemingly infinite stretching forest, Anon looks down, breathing softly, the grass is dry, he looks down at all the berries and then to a large feather of a Crow, sitting in the grass, laying in it.

Like its sleeping, covered in a blanket of plants, he turns as the forest shifts and changes all around him, he breathes and turns to his side and sees the Crow, the Doe, and all the Princesses in the grass, almost transparent and blending in with the grass, Princess Twilight Sparkle, Princess Cadence, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna. He turns around as the forest seems to change again, down the hill from the ground, from the grass. A mix of emotions on his face as he stands up, looking down the hill, long trees pointing upwards far into the sky, fear, confusion, dread, stress, all shown as hundreds of mares start walking up the now mountain, forest changing. Behind him a way up, new, what was one before just a drop down the mountain is more trees and hills, more Mares and other females behind him walking to him. Familiar faces.

Fluttershy, Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Starlight Glimmer, Trixie, Apple Bloom, Scootalo, Vinyl Scratch, Octavia Melody, Sweetie Belle, Derpy Hooves, Sunset Shimmer, Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, Cheerilee, Daring Do, Cozy Glow, Coco Pommel, Zecora, Maud Pie, Limestone Pie, Mayor Mare, Gilda, Ember, Rose, Blossomforth, Everyone.

Anon just stands, waiting, as they get closer and closer, hundreds more coming up the mountain, and in between them, in the crowd now Stallions and Males, and even further behind, Humans, Everypony, Everyone

Everything...

The End