Every crisis offers you extra desired power

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The eyes of Death were the most terrifying thing Nightsky had ever seen. Crimson flames dancing behind thick shadow, filled with things he could only hope to never see again. The shadow itself was disturbing, a thing so dark and corrupted that is was blacker than the night itself. If he looked hard enough he could see flames hiding behind the shadows outlining a face, but only barely. Something in his head was telling him to run so far away that he would never see anything ever again, the other part was telling him to stay.

"Hello my loyal servant." It is the same voice that he heard in his head, but with a happier tone.

"You're a lot different than I thought you would be." The dark unicorn was surprised that he could stay so calm.

"It tends to be that way. When creatures meet a being of absolute power, they expect something a bit more spectacular than a robe." The voice is starting to creep him out, when somepony else walks over.

"Hello master." Despair says simply. The midnight blue horse couldn't believe that his generations old grandfather was telling the truth.

"My faithful horse! I've not had the time to keep an eye on you, until you found that rather fine specimen of a horse. I'm so glad you finally got around to making a family for yourself, in fact, I am so happy that I decided to get you a gift." He growls happily.

As you hold out a hand you release the soul of Despair's late wife, Rose Thornsword. You use a small amount of power, and give her body back, instead of just the reanimated skeleton. She has a dark red mane, a crisp white coat, and a lean figure.

"Quite beautiful for a horse, and immortal now too. The soul has been released from it's prison, and has been given a body. Therefore she will live just as long as you will."

"Thank you so much master!" The pale horse exclaims to his charge, and leaves to have a joyful reunion with his wife.

"Hello dear Luna!" He snarls playfully as he turns around, arms open wide.

"Master!" She yells happily as she starts galloping forward.

Death must know everything if he knew she was standing there, she was behind about five ponies. Luna being here at all was strange, but it got stranger when she pulled a little stunt. At first, she was normal Luna, galloping towards Death, but then Nightsky blinked, and he suddenly saw a tan human with long starry hair running towards the cloaked figure, and jumping into his arms.

"There's my little piece of heaven! Well, you're the closest I'll ever get to it because I'm barred from that place forever."

"Why must you put a sour note on everything master?" Luna says before kissing him on the cheek.

"If you're tired of sour notes then I say we celebrate me coming back. We shall celebrate the end!"

After the announcement of the celebration several preparations were made. All the ponies with black hearts were sacrificed and used to summon Death's army of demons. In a matter of hours, thousands of bodies were burning in a ring which was conjuring the demons of the world with its smoke. The demons then proceeded to dig out a massive hole, which was going to take them a few weeks to finish. After the grunts got to work on the hole, decorations were hung, food was made, the officers put on their formal wear, and the celebration started.

"This is gorgeous master!" Luna squeals excitedly.

She was in a black dress with white crystals woven into the fabric. White stitches outlined the curves in the dress, and in turn accentuated her curves as well. The dress was a simple flowing dress, nothing was overdone except for a few small details, such as the fact the the dress was made of three layers. The inner and outer layers are velvet, but in between is a layer of kevlar, just in case.

"I'm glad you like it Luna, would you like a drink?" You are still growling, but she doesn't mind.

"Yes, please." Luna is still shocked at the dress you had the demons make for her.

As you walk over to the table with drinks sitting on it, one of the officers bumps into you.

"You want to say sorry?" You growl angrily.

"Nope!" He yells and laughs along with his buddies.

"And that my friends, is the correct answer." Your voice drips with malice.

Shadows form into that infamous scythe. The faces are as restless as ever, and are still screaming silently. The officer raises his arm to block, but the arm comes off. Shards of bone fly, cords of muscle separate from the severed arm, and it all hits thhe ground with a bloody mess. The demon doesn't say anything, but he stares at the stump that is dumping all of the blood out of him. What he doesn't notice is that his armor is being broken into dagger shapes by she shadows climbing through it. When everything is disconnected it floats off of his body, the points spin towards him, they drive themselves deep into him, and you slam the scythe into his head with a thud. Whatever color he was before doesn't matter, he is red now and as you walk away with two glasses you say,

"Someone clean this mess up."

The rest of the night goes without a single problem, everyone enjoys the feast set out for them, and you and Luna slip away for a while. Everything is going wonderfully for you, but in a different part of the planet a white god contemplates jumping out of a window, even though she knows you won't allow it. She is the only other pony aware of what is to come next, and she is preparing for the end.

Author's Note

The end will come in Angel of Death, be sure to give it a look. All constructive criticism and compliments are accepted.