Dark Pony Brotherhood

The Void

It was dark, yet for him it was comforting. His life had been spent in darkness for as long as he could care to remember. So it was well suited that this was where he would be in death.

It was a weird feeling; he felt like he was everywhere. But he couldn’t feel himself being attached to anything, like he had no body, only his mind and soul. He then started to remember everything, from his youth, to his first kill, to his acceptance into the Brotherhood, and all events up until his death.

He knew he was dead. He remembered the faces of his brothers and sister who met him once he entered the small cottage. He had begged them to see reason. He didn’t hate them, but he was sad that they couldn’t see the truth. That he was loyal to the Dread Father with all his being. But the liar’s workings had succeeded before his Silencer could come to his aid. He let an ethereal sigh loose. Oh well, it mattered little now. The void had him now. It’s where he wished to be; it was close to Sithis, it was Sithis, and Sithis was the void. He felt happy and comfortable that he would be able to serve Sithis in the afterlife, even if he wished he could continue to serve him in life.

He then became aware of something, a buildup of energy, that he seemed to be coming closer to, or it was coming closer to him? It was difficult to tell. He also started to feel more centralized in himself, he didn’t feel any physical being in himself, but he felt like his soul was more together now. He couldn’t see, hear, taste, smell or even feel, but just sense.

The energy nearby felt both familiar and alien and he felt it’s presence before in life, but it was so close now. It felt malevolent and cruel, but he also felt pride from it, strong pride towards him. He felt himself getting excited, he was sure that this was the Dread Father.

He felt something more now, a will being pressed on him. Sithis did not speak with words, but somehow, he felt he knew everything he wanted. And he felt himself radiate with pride in himself. Even in death, his Dread Father wished him to work his will. He felt himself centralize more. It was like he could feel again, but not quite. It was difficult to describe what it was like.

Then, Sithis stopped pressing his will into him, and he suddenly felt like he was being torn apart, and was sent somewhere new. The pain of his soul being torn and put back together was blinding and deafening when he already couldn’t really feel, see or hear. And he became unaware again, but his last thoughts were what he felt from the Dread Father.

That his work wasn’t done.

He was being sent somewhere new.

The will of the Dread Father, Sithis would be spread to another World.

And he, Lucien Lachance, would be the one to spread it.

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Authored by Bookybrony
Edited by SpyroManiac_1