A Fallen Angel

"You're going soft."

"Yeah, I know."

"What am I going to do with you?" Recieving no response, Nightmare Moon continued."Ah, well. Maybe it's for the best."

"At any rate, I managed to get him to admit he liked it. It's not a complete personallity change, but it is enough to modify what we need."

"Good" She said. "That means he's almost ready. When can we wipe him?"

"As soon as I get my wife." Paen said. If Nightmare Moon had been ignorant, she would have thought Paen was using her. But she knew he'd never dare. She knew the only reason he brought her up was because she had needed a mother.

"Yes, I've already resurrected her." Paen straightened up. "She's on her way. She'll be here in a few hours."

"Great. Then lets begin the reset immediately."

"Criss?"

"...Mhmm?"

Criss opened one of his eyes to see princess Luna staring down at him. He didn't wake up feeling cold, for once. He glanced down his shoulder and saw a green coat draped over him. His eyes went wide with fear as he realised that it was Paen's military jacket.

"Ohmigosh, I'm so sorry, Paen. I didn't notice. I must've-"

"It's ok, kid."

Criss locked eyes with Paen and saw no hatred in the orange orbs. That's a relief. Criss had seen what had happened when one of his Clan mates had brushed his military jacket while it was on the back of his chair.

That pony was a screamer.

Criss felt a little sick when he smiled at the memory.

"Anyway, Criss," Luna started again. "We're ready for you to come down to the genetics lab."

"You're ready to change me?" To kill me? Criss wanted to add that last part, but couldn't muster the courage.

"Yes." Luna said. "Just remember. All of this still happened. Just because your losing your memory doesn't mean your losing your life." Being forced to change your personality and being brought up by ponies you never knew in the first place does. Nightmare Moon put in.

"Alright. I guess I'm ready, too. As ready as I'll ever be."

"Okay, kid." Paen walked up. "Just take these, and everything will all be over soon enough."

Criss looked at the two small pills.

Over the teeth,

Through the gums.

Watch out stomache,

New life comes.

Criss was inside come sort of high-tech tube with an oxygen mask on his face.

"You've no idea how long I've waited for this, Paen."

"He's your weapon to bring down Celestia. I imagine well over a thousand years." Paen said.

Nightmare Moon set about checking everything they were about to do to Criss. The first thing Nightmare Moon wanted was to make sure he was invincible. And better than the Elements of Harmony.

She needed him to be an alicorn. She needed limitless, powerful magic. She needed strength. She needed speed. She needed...to focus on one thing. she chided herself.

"He needs to be able to fly faster than that Rainbow Dash. How many wingpower had she?"

"Sixteen point five." Paen answered.

"And how much wingpower does Celestia have?"

"One thousand years ago? Twenty five point eight."

"How many can we give him?"

"Forty is a bit unstable. I recommend thirty five. High enough nopony can best him, low enough it won't cause bodily harm."

"Good. Thirty five wing power." Nightmare Moon decided, turning a little dial on a screen.

"He can't be killable." She sat, thoughtful for a minute.

"Prithee, may I tweak the controls a little, your Majesty?"

Nightmare Moon spun at the voice, and saw the most gorgious and deadly mare in Equestria. More so than even herself. A small pony, with creamy white skin, and a pitch black mane that fell down over her unnaturally red eyes. This pony drew fear from everypony in the room. Except Paen. "You are welcome to, Melody."

"Care to join me, hun?" The new intruder asked her husband.

"I would love to, Melody."

Intertwined like dancers, they played with the controls for the next half hour until they both thought they were perfect.

When Nightmare Moon looked them over she had to agree. Although definitely not Criss anymore, this new pony they whipped up sounded just like a kid they had raised themselves: Sick, sadistic, and extremely powerful. When Nightmare Moon made the effects start to take place on the pony, Nightmare Moon couldn't help but feel a little anxious. She glanced down at where his special talent was supposed to be entered and grinned.

Bringing Overly Malicious Harm to Everypony.

Under Magic:

Type (Element): Pain, Combat, Harm, Malice, Torture.

What surprised Nightmare Moon the most was when she glanced over Criss's new Cutie Mark. She raised an eyebrow, and she glanced at the two ponies smiling at the tube.

Eventually the effects finished, and they sat staring at a quietly fierce pony. He wasn't Criss anymore. At the age of eleven, he was a muscle-bound stallion that put Big-Mac to shame. His coat had been turned black. His mane was ablaze, his eyes akin. His wings, a leathery black, stretched as wide as he was tall. Upon his face, however, he wore an expression of pure malice and hatred. Nightmare Moon noticed his teeth seemed to be like a cats; very sharp and pointy with extremely long fangs. His hoof long black horn looked like a knife; thick and jagged on the back, but thinned to a fine line and curved at the front.

However, this seemed to be only momentary; all colours on his body inverted as the hatred upon his face disappeared. His coat became a shiny white, his eyes became blue. His mane became a light shade of cyan. His wings were white and feathered, and they were slightly larger than before. His teeth, as he drew back in grin, were a perfect line, as if they had been grown with intense medical care. But above all was his horn. It changed from a small, jagged, curved black knife to an imaculately straight one-and-a-half hoof long white lance.

When his personality to be nice combined with the intended malice of the modification, that made him unpredictable.

His body depicted his polar opposites, and he looked like death incarnate.

Nightmare Moon had to admit, the chaos inside this pony made even her tremble.

"Our little Angel." Melody murmured.

"Yes, our Angel." Paen responded.

Nightmare Moon looked over to see the two murderers with their foreheads touching. She was surprised at the sudden emotion from the murderers.

"Our Angel of Death."

That was more like them.

The side of the chamber cracked open after draining, and the pony in the chamber fell to the floor. Criss, or rather, Angel started to wake, and push himself off the floor, to hear a muffled voice say "He's waking! Hit him with the spell, quick!"

Just then, Angel felt himself being shrunk. Not a pleasent feeling.

Then he couldn't remember anymore.