Surviving Hell

Rage was visible across the room between the two Alpha Legionarries. They knew what was coming, and neither wanted to face it.

The room was the great brimstone antichamber that served as a waiting room for those souls that Khorne had deemed worthy of punishment, and resounded with the screams of the untold thousands that had met a gruesome end within the next room, courtesy of the Blood God's massive brass battleaxe.

"Sindri..." One Legionarry growled, his mouth twisting in his horroribly deformed face, teeth filed to fangs.

"What, my Lord? May I remind you that it was you who led us to Tartarus?" Sindri asked, voice as smooth as ever even in conditions like this.

"And may I remind you, Sorcerer," Bale spat on the floor, a huge glob of acidic spit that began to eat its way through the floor. "That you betrayed me?"

"No Lord Bale, I SSSSIIIIINNNNNDDDDRRRIIII!'d you. I even had a word named after me... Unlike you."

"You're just another pathetic Sorcerer. Did no one mention that the Lord of Skulls does not take kindly to Sorcerers?"

"And did no one tell you that using a Manreaper was a bad idea?"

"I will rend the flesh from your bones and send your skull as a gift to the Blood God, you misbegotten whelp of a sorcerer!"

"I'd like to see you try, Lord Fail."

Bale charged across the room, intent on painting the black walls with Sindri's brain juice before the brass doors opened and a great monstrous figure strode through.

The figure stood well over seven foot, towering over the two space marines. It was clad in the tanned hides of many creatures, the vast majority lost to the ages and carried a scimitar of gleaming brass, it glared down balefully at Sindri and Bale, claw resting by the hilt of its scimitar.

"So these are the two that Khorne has sent me to punish?" The daemon prince spat onto the floor. "I can see why. You, Sindri Myr, dared to sully the glory of the Blood God through your cowardly witchcraft and undermined the efforts of his chosen champion, Lord Bale, to use the Maledictum and free the Greater Daemon trapped inside. As for you..." the daemon prince turned his gaze towards Bale.

"While you did sacrifice many to the Lord of Skulls and shed much blood in his name, you allowed yourself to be defeated by that puny Sorcerer. Such a defeat can only be rewarded with punishment."

"Lord Khorne would normally set you the usual task for those that have failed him, claiming the head of Sly Marbo. Khorne keeps a special place in the Horde of Skulls for it, atop a golden plinth alongside that of Magnus the Red and teh Emprah."

Sindri gulped, not wanting to have to go out into the Galaxy alone in search of a lone Guardsman, who could be anywhere.

"However, Khorne has a worse fate in mind for the pair of you. Milleninia ago, the Gods created a plane of the Warp that would serve as a place to sentence their servants for eternal damnation. This plane is the antithesis of both the Immaterium and Materium, and is the opposite to all of the god's spheres."

"There is little war, little change, and everything is stiffeningly dull. It is the jail of the Gods, and few survive long enough down there without going insane. You have a great honour being sent there-"

"-you will be the first to do so in over ten thosand years, since Horus. Whatever is down there will most certainly be nice to you, not try to kill you etc. if you survive ten thosand years down there, I might let you out. Have fun."

Leaving them with those two words ringing in their ears, the room began to flicker and vanish before their eyes as they were dispatched to hell...

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Twilight stated at the word. The library had been one of the first places to obtain a copy of the New Equestrian Dictonary and she had been eagerly devouring the contents since it had arrived last night. She had gotten the whole way to 'S' with no major errors when she saw this one word.

It defied all the rules of Equestrian and just about every other language.

The entire word was in ALL CAPS, for a start. The same five letters were repeated five times. There was even a exclamation mark in the middle of the word before a apostrophe, for Celestia's sake!

The definition didn't make much sense either. She idily flipped from the offending page to the back to see if Discord had decided to become this year's Editor.

No mention of Discord anywhere...

She flipped back to the word and looked at it once more...

SSSSSIIIINNNDDRRRIIIII! *verb*

Past form-SSSSSIIIINNNDDRRRIIIII!'d

To be betrayed by a second in command.

Twilight rubbed her forehead with her hoof and groaned. Just looking at it gave her a headache...

"SPIIKE!"

Spike poked his small head through the door."Yes?"

"How would you pronounce this word?"

"What word?" Spike wandered from the door over to Twilight's desk.

"This one." Twilight pointed at the definition of SSSSSIIIINNNDDRRRIIIII!.

Spike looked down at the word, a look of confusion on his face before he said "Sindri?"

Twilight shook her head. "Doesn't seem right."

"SSSSSIIIINNNDDRRRIIIII?"

"Still not right."

Spike took a deep breath.

"SSSIIIINNNDDDRRRIIII!"

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The shout spread from the epicentre like wildfire all across Equestria and beyond, shattering glass and causing anypony who

had been exposed to the full force of the shout to cower in fear.

In Canterlot, the nobles were in uproar over having their 'priceless' wine collections ruined by this shout.

The buffalo tribes covered their large ears, rendering them deaf for the next day.

After the sound wave of epic proportions had passed over Equestria, ponies began to question it's source. Many thought that Luna had discovered the sonic power of amplifiers and microphones linked in a endless circle and that she would use this to take over Equestria.

Others thought it was a dragon.

But the voice was filled with pure hatred and despair, emotions which nopony could comprehend. They shrugged, and continued on with their daily lives.

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"Yes, I think that was good enough Spike."

"Errrr...Twilight?"

"Yes?"

"That... That wasn't me."