My Little Pony, Death Note Cross Over:
Death God
Written by: Dillon Adamakis
Thanks to my Love, who inspired me to make this story. I love you.
Chapter 1
Book of Death?
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The Darkness of night swiftly covered the land of Equestria. With the chill of night approaching, and the cold gentle wind setting in, all the ponies made their way inside to seek warmth by the fire. With the logs stacked in the fireplace, and the fire crackling with laughter, everypony became content with some hot chocolate and sugar cubes. Of course not everypony was content with just that.
Star pupil of Princess Celestia, Twilight Sparkle, is a devoted student who wishes nothing more than to learn the true meaning of friendship, has been waiting weeks to see a star formation that only appears every couple thousand years. Twilight, scurrying around her library, was now shoving countless numbers of astrology books in her bag.
“Spike, can you bring down the telescope from upstairs please?” Twilight shouted as she rummaged through a pile of books. Spike agreed and fetched the telescope from the upstairs loft. He grabbed the telescope with his small arms and slowly gained his balance trying to bring it down the stairs.
Spike indulged his burning question, “Uhh, Twilight? How come we can’t view the formation from the loft like we always do?” Twilight gave Spike a look like he was nothing but dumb, not really meaning it though. She sighed heavily as she briskly went from one end of the library to the other.
“Because Spike; the lights in the area might ruin the view and I want this experience to be nothing but spectacular.” Spike was now reaching out with his leg for the last step but ended up missing and fell, “Careful Spike!” Twilight shouted, as she caught the telescope mid air with her unicorn and brought it to her side. “This telescope is old, don’t break it.” Spike rolled his eyes as he picked himself up from the floor. Twilight, now with her book filled bag signaled to head out the door. Spike followed behind her, shutting the door to the house, quietly.
Finally reaching a grassy hill, a little out side of Ponyville, Twilight Sparkle decided this was a good place to set things up. Using her magic she stacked her books neatly on the already straightened blanket. Spike decided to lie on his back and start picking his feet, right between his talons. Twilight adjusted her focus on the telescope.
“Good, this seems like a good angle.” Twilight was swaying her rump in habit of concentration. Spike snorted in amusement. “It says here in my book that the formation should occur in a matter of minutes!” Twilight rushed to her bag in search of her notebook to log in information. “Spike, have you seen my journal?” She said seeming aggravated. Spike gave a look of surprise. She sighed in exasperation. “I think I left it at the house, Spike can you get it for me? Spike looked at Twilight in skepticism; he sighed, agreed and unenthusiastically trotted off.
A few minutes later, Spike returned with the journal for Twilight. She thanked him and gave a favorable smile, she smirked and returned to the telescope swaying her rump again. Spike assumed he didn’t miss anything, catching his breath after running to and from the house, he then plopped on the ground and started picking his talons again.
“Spike its beginning!” she practically screamed, trying to shove her face farther into the telescope as she possibly could. Spike looked towards the heavens in awe. “They say supernatural things can occur when the planets align Spike. Things that don’t naturally happen in our universe, such as portals or different dimensions or or-!”
The celestial heavens darkened and so did the world around them, creating a eerie sense of being observed. Something hidden, unknown, omnipotent, something not present in the land of Equestria. Of course Twilight Sparkle paid no attention to the feel of the air. She was so involved with the spectacular lining of the planets she didn’t seem to notice in the slightest, she was taking as much notes as she could. Spike felt the unnatural vibes occurring and wanted to leave.
“Um, Twilight? Can I leave, I er- have to go to the bathroom.” Spike nervously said while fidgeting with his claws. Twilight made a nod for an agreement, not even paying attention to what Spike said in the first place. Spike briskly walked away to go hide.
“Wow Spike, this is amazing! Are you watching this!?” Twilight was shouting, then realizing she was alone. “Eh, Spike?” she mumbled, “Oh, he must’ve gone to the bathroom.” Everything was unusually quiet, and then she began to notice. She began to notice something wrong, something very concerning. A dark entity, it felt as if the happiness was leaving the world, and her. She looked at the formation with a quick glance. She called out for Spike becoming a little frightened. She felt something watching her, it wasn’t natural at all, and it wasn’t something she knew, even with her vast knowledge of history and magic. She became increasingly overwhelmed by the presence and galloped away, tears falling from her eyes. She called out for Spike again having genuine fear in her voice, galloped as fast as her little pony legs would take her. She ran through bushes and tree branches, cutting and scrapping her. It all didn’t matter to her, she just wanted to be home and be safe knowing her little dragon was there for her. Twilight still running as fast as possible, not ever slowing down, still felt the darkness creeping on her. She still felt the dark entity still trying to reach for, to trap her with its overwhelming presence. Her legs weakened, her breath becoming choppy and heavy, she was almost home. Twilight galloped for the door, she was almost there. And before she reached the door she heard a voice whisper in her ear.
Twilight slammed the door behind her, breathing as much air as possible. She felt her brain pulsating, her head felt like a metric ton. She collapsed on the floor and cried. Spike heard Twilight and ran downstairs to her side. He wondered what happened to poor Twilight, seeing all the cuts and scratches on her. He pet her mane and hugged her. He asked if she was alright, but Twilight was still crying and in shock. Spike looked outside to see if anyone was there but no was. Not a single light was on in Ponyville; Spike looked at the aligned planets and shut the door.
The next morning, Twilight awoke feeling bruised and sore all over her little pony body. Spike rushed to her side and motioned her to rest more, with a glass of water in hand he gave it to Twilight.
“You need your rest Twilight, you’re in bad shape. I’m gonna go out in a few minutes and get your stuff alright?” Spike pulled the covers farther up onto to Twilight. Twilight gave a kind heart warming smile to Spike and she dozed off into sleep again.
Spike returned later with all of Twilight’s belongings, including all her books and her “special” telescope. Spike went to check on Twilight again who was just resting, but not asleep.
“Twilight?” Spike asked sincerely, “What happened last night?” Spike felt incredibly guilty for leaving poor Twilight out in the dark all alone. But he himself felt the strange forces at work last night. Spike looked ready to cry, to break down in front of Twilight. He felt as if he failed as a helper, as an apprentice. Twilight saw how much this was hurting Spike. She smiled at him, just to tell him she was okay.
“Spike? I’m sorry I was mean to you last night, I was being bossy.” She trailed off, looking down to the ground. Spike shook his head rapidly disagreeing with her statement.
“No Twilight, You weren’t! I was just clumsy Spike like always.” He said giggling with a big grin on his face. Twilight grabbed Spike and gave him a comforting hug. Spike realized that this hug wasn’t just a regular hug, it was a hug showing care, comfort and a deep almost sibling like love. Spike blushed and understood that his being there was what meant most for Twilight. Twilight looked off to the side.
“Something strange did happen last night Spike.” Twilight said softly. Spike’s face became more focused, the blush leaving his cheeks. “I felt like something was talking to me, whispering my name. Trying to grasp me, it was a dark powerful presence. It was very disturbing. So I ran.” She paused, “it felt instinctive.” Twilight looked like she was on the verge of tears, recalling the disturbingly filled memories from last night. Spike felt terrible. He motioned to the belongings he brought back, including the telescope. Which he did not enjoy carrying at all. Twilight looked a little more relieved, she hopped out of bed. She reassured Spike she was well enough now. Spike examined her scratched body, full of scabs and bruises. Spike frowned again, ashamed. He apologized again.
Twilight stretched and felt her muscles relax making her spine shiver, she then started going through her books, getting ready to put them back. Spike shouted he was going out for a little bit, diminutive did Twilight Know he was going to Pinkie Pie’s bakery to get her a treat. Twilight sorted the books by category, name, and author and used her magic to put them back on the shelves. She smiled in her organized accomplishments and went to put the telescope back on the loft. She returned to her bag to retrieve her journal to see her logging from last night, and put it back on the quill stand. When she pulled out her journal, she felt something at the bottom of her bag. She set down her Journal and picked up the item from the bag.
It appeared to be a black note book, with a foreign language at the top in big bulky silvery letters. She knew for a fact it wasn’t any dialect known in Equestria. Inquisitively she set the notebook down slowly. She rushed over to the languages section of her personal library and searched for ‘Lost Dialects’. She located the title and pulled it off the highest shelf with her magic and laid it next to the note. She flipped through many languages trying to see if any of the letters matched, she found nothing. She kept turning page after page, hoping she would find a clue at least, a hint to what the language might be. And just about when she would almost find a match to a letter, none of the other letters matched. She was just about to give up and search for a different book when she came upon a chapter called, ‘Mythical Languages’. Twilight wasn’t sure if she would find it in here. She flipped through some pages, pages not even closely resembling the words, until.
“Ang-lesh.” she tried to pronounce, actually finding the correct words to the cover of the mysterious black notebook. She had a translation for the language in her book; she was so determined to find out what it said. What secrets do these mysterious words mean, in this “Anglesh” language? She tried to convert the letters in to her own language. She was so close to the first word. DEATH, okay she got that one. Just one more to go, she found the last letter. E? That must be it, okay. She was confident in her abilities. What could these letters mean? what had she found? “DEATH NOTE”? She sat there puzzled, a hoof to her mouth. What does this mean? She tried to pronounce it, but she couldn’t.
Twilight opened the “DEATH NOTE”, only to find more of this ancient, mythical dialect. There was a page full of it in white writing upon black paper, with a skull on top. She sighed in exhaustion and began translating. A few minutes later Spike returned with a nice Cupcake filled with ice cream in it, Spike was as proud as ever. He hid it behind his back and walked up to Twilight.
“Um, Twilight?” He asked sweetly. “I have something for you.” Spike said shyly as he leaned on his toes and back to his heel again, repeatedly. Twilight turned slightly to acknowledge his presence. “Your gonna like it a lot Twilight, it’s your favorite!” Spike couldn’t wait to see her face once she saw the light purple frosting with her cutie mark on the edge of the frosting. Twilight turned around and looked at Spike’s big eyes. “Here Twilight, I’m sorry for last night.” He gave the delicious cupcake to Twilight, whose face lit up and slightly teared up. She took the cupcake and thanked Spike so much; Spike blushed and closed his eyes. Twilight kissed him on the cheek. Then Spike hurriedly ran off giggling and blushing, a hand to his cheek. Twilight took a bite of the cupcake and savored the rich frosting followed by the minty ice cream, she smiled, and then she continued to translate.
Hours past and the sun went down, she had half of the page translated, her mind was numb and she was tired. She flipped page after page trying to find the letters to match perfectly. It was difficult as some of the letters looked like others, and sound like others. And after a while, Twilight began remembering some words and translating those words she knew. Little by little she was beginning to read more of the language and retain its information; she wasn’t a star pupil for nothing. Spike yawned as he thumped his way down stairs. He noticed Twilight had been preoccupied all day at her desk. He came behind her and wanted to see what she was working on.
“Twilight?” Spike asked inquiringly.
“Yes Spike?” Twilight said slowly and full of fatigue.
“What are you working on?”
“I’m just trying to translate this black book here, it’s apparently a mythological language.” Spike looked over Twilight’s shoulder to see the header in the “Lost Dialects” book. Spike cocked his head side ways and slowly achieved a big grin on his face. “This language, Anglesh, is a tough one”, Twilight said with a serious tone.
“You mean, English?” Spike said with a chuckle in his voice. Twilight turned around as fast a possible, her mane practically slapping her in the face.
“How do you know this!?” Twilight shouted.
“Some of my ancient ancestors know this language, you have to remember Twilight my species have been around since the beginning of time.” He made a prideful face.
“Can you read the language?!” Twilight said with such joy in her voice. Spike frowned quickly.
“Eh… no” Spike said, his pride diminished as fast as he got it. “I’m sure no one in Equestria knows this language.” Spike added, with a sad tone. Twilight didn’t seem too depressed by it; she was having fun translating this language anyways. She didn’t care how long it took her to figure out what this page meant.
The sun rose, and the birds began chirping. The air was icy, and a cold wind blew out side. Spike arose, stretching his little dragon arms looked at Twilights empty bed. The covers still made, not a single crease in her sheets, like always. Spike scratched his scales, rubbed his eyes. She must’ve never gone to bed. Spike went downstairs to find the desk empty. It was cleared off, all tidy. He went into the kitchen and found nothing. He went into the private study, nothing. Spike looked around back in the main room of the library and found that Twilight was under the desk, her eyes blue ringed around the edges, full of tiredness. Her eyes though, they looked disturbed. Something Spike had never seen before in Twilight, or anyone else for that matter. It started to scare Spike. Just looking at her it began to disturb Spike.
“Twilight?” Spike said quietly. She didn’t respond, let alone look at him. He asked again. “Twilight?” She looked at him. She breathed softly and she laughed creepily, more like a chuckle.
“This book, this thing, is evil.”
