Author's Note

I made this cause I saw that there were no ULTRAKILL crossovers here so I immediately knew i had to fix that. I feel like if ULTRAKILL had come out during the 2010s it would have been a huge hit in the brony community

Prelude

The land was barren, empty, nothing but icy snowy and infertile soil as far as the eye could see. A cold harsh environment where few could reasonably survive and a constant struggle for those who were strong enough to manage to make it another day. Those that did were known as the Caribou, large imposing figures with large antlers and strong bodies to withstand the harsh weather with great strength and affinity for magic only rivaled by the ponies of equestria. A once proud culture founded in respect, honor, and strength but also intelligence and cunning. A wealthy and powerful civilization that was founded on its discovery of a special resource for the caribou, one that advanced civilization by eons and one they could simply not survive without. This invaluable resource was known as the mana sphere, a rare magical object found in the lands of Cervidaestra that served as a catalyst for the user and granted them the ability to use magic, for while the caribou found themselves to have a great affinity for casting magic with the power of the sphere in a ironic twist they themselves had no innate magical ability. The mana spheres themselves were almost ethereal in appearance, large blue orb like crystals that were as light as a feather yet maintained the durability of diamonds. These spheres brought the caribou people into a new golden age of peace, powerful magic, impressive technology, clear skies, homes to keep the people warm during the blizzards and most importantly many crops and food to go around for the children to have full bellies. This would not last forever though, for their special resource would eventually all but dry up, civil unrest was inevitable, the people were getting desperate for the thought of them losing magic were making many selfish as many simply could not survive without it, a complete collapse would soon strike, civil wars broke fighting over who would get the last few mana spheres the conflicts laying siege upon the people and land until it became the wasteland it is now. The golden age long gone and all that remained of the civilization were raiders and bandit tribes struggling to survive and destitute farmers living in mud huts. One such poor soul was wandering farmer out in a hostile environment, he wasn’t even sure where he was going or why he wasn’t even trying to get by anymore. He was weak and frail from the constant hunger and the chilling weather and was content with simply laying out in the middle of nowhere dying over nothing in a place no one would ever know or care about. He had no name, no family, no friends, nothing, but in the lone ones darkest hour he freezing body felt an odd warmth around him, for once in his life he felt oddly at ease and a sense of comfort and everything around him went silent almost in an instant, then an almost otherworldly voice came to him from nowhere.

“Fear not mortal, for I am here!”

Said the voice, the caribou looked around to see who was speaking to him but he could not find anyone, assuming this is what death was like he fell down to the ground and accepted his fate of what he thought must have been spirits coming to claim his soul for the after life but then a great blinding light came to him, a flash of majestic brilliance that appeared in the blink of the eye. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It couldn't be real could it? A large floating figure donned in crimson robes appeared before him with its holy aura surrounding him.

“My child, do you doubt my existence?”

The caribou was simply at a loser for words from what he was seeing and hearing, reaching out for the man trying to gather any form of physical sensation from him

“Worry not my child for I am very real”

Claimed the anomaly as he grabbed the caribous arm and helped him stand up to his feet with ease. The caribou knew right then and there that this was no trickery of the mind nor was it death manifesting and coming to claim him as he could feel his aura surround him from just touching him. The seconds of physical contact granted a sense of enlightenment and warmth the likes of which he had never felt before, he felt blessed by his sheer presence.

“My child, your people have suffered long enough but no more for”

Now mesmerized by his presence every word spoken from the man was the most clear words ever spoken to him almost as if he was speaking to his mind and not with his mouth.

“No more will you feel hungry and loneliness my child for I am Uriel”

“And I will be your people’s salvation”

~
MANY YEARS LATER

A machine clad in blue was riding down a seemingly never ending elevator downwards, falling for what seemed like hours. The machine was humanoid in appearance with a blue and black metallic frame and the word and letters “V1” on its chest, its head almost resembling that of a security camera with a large yellow glowing light being his “eye” and a lanky neck joint connecting it to the rest of its body, sporting thin proportions and a height of 5’10 as well as 8 glowing protrusions on his back almost resembling wings granting it great speed and mobility as well as somehow holding an entire arsenal of dangerous and advanced weapons all of which maintaining multiple different variants and functions with over 6 pistols, 2 shotguns, 2 rocket launchers, 3 experimental railcannons, 2 rapid fire nail firing auto cannons and 2 sawblade launching automatics as well as including entire separate and detachable arms for it to freely switch between. Despite being a machine it seemed to be trying to amuse itself by un-attaching and then reattaching its arm for no apparent reason other than to pass the time. It was used to falling in a floorless elevator shaft by now. It did it so many times before but they were never very long before about 35 times now not including this one, and unlike this one, something immediately was off about this next layer of hell it was trying to explore. As it was examining its arm all of a sudden the floor appeared to it and fell down crashing onto the floor with its left arm slouched next to it, when it got up to reattach itself it noticed something else strange about this room as unlike all the other rooms there was a lack of vending machines before reaching the next layer of hell but the machine decided to not pay much attention to it as it walked over to the entrance to the supposed 7th layer if hell. The machine was going through the many layers of hell battling demon after demon, fellow robots, and angels in a one robot crusade against hell for the selfish purpose of killing the demonic residents for fuel to survive as the machine was a special kind of combat machine that uses blood as a fuel source converting any and all blood that comes in contact with his experimental armor for power and quick repairs in case any damage was inflicted onto his frame instantly reverting any serious dents in its chassis to an almost brand new pristine look. As the door opened the machines heard a familiar angelic tone of voice similar to the angel he's done battle with Gabriel but this time whoever it was it wasn’t gabriel but rather perhaps a different angel, saying the words

“Come to me machine, for I have a proposition for for you”

To be continued