A Thousand Son in Equestria, part 25 (Enemy of my enemy)

>Hate.
>Every cell, every dendrite, every synapse of your mind is ablaze with it.
>Hatred, pure and just and burning.
>You are Anonymous of Prospero, and you are about to stomp a mudhole in some xenos asses.
>These aliens had imprisoned you under a promise they had failed to keep.
>They had imprisoned and tortured your friends.
>They had ravaged that which you had sworn to protect.
>Your body blazes with the rage you feel, unstable warp energy flickering over you in a shroud of purple, red, and white as you glare at the Eldar Autarch sitting on the Grey Knight's chest.
>He moves in your direction.
>You twitch your finger.
>He slams into a wall so hard that cracks develop in the polished marble of Celestia's throne room.
>Wraithlords and Avengers turn their guns on you as your blaze burns brighter.


>Child's play. That's what it was.
>You raise your arms as the Eldar Aspect Warriors whirl around you, trapped in a telekinetic tornado of fury.
>Doombolts whirl out from you, blasting apart Eldar, marbles, and wraithbone with impunity.
>You watch as a Wraithlord turns a brightlance cannon on you, the weapon glowing as it charges.
>Too slow.
>You tear it's soulstone from it's chest, a massive glowing gem.
>Even as it collapses, you imbed the stone in the other Wraithlord, shoving the glowing gem into the xenos walker's armor.
>Then you break the stone.
>The walker detonates, the wailing soul energy of a lost Eldar soul burning like a miniature nuclear explosion.
>An explosion that you capture and hurl around the room in a storm of dead souls and white fire, consuming the Aspect Warriors and the remaining Wraithlord with the raging ball of death and magic.
>When you finish, nothing remains of the Eldar force but ash.
>You feel exhausted already.
>You don't care.
>You wrench the dazed Autarch out of the wall with your will, dragging him up to your face, where you clench his collarbone with both fists.
"Derpy. Hooves. You will tell me where she is, or I will rip your soul from your body and feed it to Slaanesh myself."
>The Autarch struggles to speak, still dazed.
>"I do not bother to learn the names of bea-"
>You don't let him finish.
>You slam him head first into the marble, then lift him up, then slam him down again, until his pointed helmet is embedded in the stone.
>Then you advance on the fallen Grey Knight.
"For your sake, lapdog, you had better have a better answer than him."
>You lift a bladed shard of burned wraithbone off the ground, and advance on the slave of the False Emperor.


>The Grey Knight spots you coming, and struggles to rise, even with the jagged hole in his stomach.
>You must admire his tenacity. By all rights, he should have slipped into a healing coma by now.
>He lifts his storm bolter arm.
>You step on his wrist and leverage the metal spike at his throat, underneath his gorget.
"Where is Derpy? What have you and the xenos done with her? What you done with my friends, loyalist scum?"
>"Your words are nonsense, heretic."
>He struggles to lift his other harm, and you feel a surge in the Warp as you notice the horrifying warp sword in his hand.
>You impale his hand to the marble with a shard of broken Wraithlord.
>He grunts in shock and pain, and you pull back the wraithbone spear.
"So be it, Loyalist. May your soul be torn to pieces by the lowest of daemon-kind."
>You lower the spear, hatred fueling your blow-
>"Anon!"
"Pinkie!?"
>You look up, your telekinetic hold on the wraithbone spear slipping as you hear your friend's voice.
>It feels like such a long time....
>There she is, pink hooves clopping on the marvel floor as she rushes at yo-
>DISCORD!?
>You spot a familiar looking snakelike creature that floats into the room after Pinkie. It gasps when it sees the Grey Knight.
>"JUSTY!?"
>You hurl the spear at it.


>You feel the Grey Knight shift under your foot, and he roars out through the blood in his mouth.
>"ERIS, MOVE!"
>The creature instinctively obeys the Knight, twisting away from the wraithbone spear, which imbeds itself in the marble floor.
>"What th-"
>You don't give it time to speak, hurling a stream of bright purple warpfire at the abomination.
>It catches it on a yellow shield, grunting as it struggles to hold back your anger.
>"No!"
>The Knight shouts from under you, and you absentmindedly grind your foot into his arm, denting the ceramite.
>It would break soon enou-
>Pinkie Pie steps in the way of your magic, and you cut off, horrified.
>"Anon, stop!"
"Pinkie, get away from that thing. He tried to trick you, but I see him clearly. I see Discord."
>Pinkie frowns at you, annoyed and disappointed as the snakelike thing curls itself around her.
>"Anon, she's not Discord! That's Eris! She and Justicar here helped rescue you!"
>"For the last time, you insufferable pink xenos horse, I was not helping you! I was trying to kill the Farseer!"
>"FOR BUCK'S SAKE, I'M NOT MY DAD! I'M NOT A DUDE!"
>Your anger ebbs, dissipating as confusion replaces it.
"What the fuc-"
>The Autarch impales your shoulder on his diresword.


>You grunt in anger and pain as the blade tears through the meat of your shoulder, the Eldar mind within it ravaging your psyche.
>The blade withdraws, and before you can lash out again, the alien is already vaulting over your, lashing at your chest with the blade.
>A doomblast explodes around you, the purple sphere driving the Knight deeper into the stone beneath you, and sending the Eldar sprawling at Pinkie's hooves.
>Pinkie kicks his sword away, growling at him.
>The Autarch struggles to raise himself with one of his arms, the other one clearly not working.
>You help him up by lifting him by the neck.
>The Discordian beast could wait. These Eldar had wronged you and your friends.
"The Farseer. Where?"
>"I will tell you nothing, mon'keigh. Your kind defiles this world."
"My 'kind' weren't the ones who enslaved this world's inhabitants."
>He flinches at that, surprisingly enough.
>"The animals were not...this was not how we were meant to meet. We have been betrayed."
"Farseer. Where is he?"
>"My illustrious brother has made his way to the forest that the beasts name Everfree. The grey mon'keigh tells me he holds a necontyr scepter. A beacon."
>Your spine could be made of ice.
>It couldn't....he wouldn't....no being, man or xenos, would be mad enough to call upon THEM, would he?
"I thank you for the information, xenos. It saves me torture time."
>Your free hand lights up with warpfire, and you prepare to-
>"Anon! What the buck!?"
>"ANON! CEASE! THOU WILL NOT SPILL MORE BLOOD IN OUR THRONE ROOM!"
>You are getting quite tired of being told not to kill things.


>Luna and Trixie gallop into the room, their mouths agape at the scene that greets them.
>Wraithbone splinters and shards littering the throne room, along with the burned pieces of Eldar Aspect Warriors.
>A thin layer of ash coating damn near everything.
>Pinkie Pie glaring at you while Eris floats behind her.
>And you, standing on the Grey Knight and choking the Autarch to death.
"This is exactly what it looks like."
>Luna closes her mouth, looking perturbed and annoyed at you, while Trixie looks dazed. Probably tired from projecting thoughts into your head.
>"Anonymous, you WILL put down the Eldar!"
>You glare incredulously at the Princess.
"After what his kind did? To you? To my friends? I saw, Princess. Trixie showed me. I wasn't there to keep you safe from them. But I am here to make them suffer for their transgressions."
>You turn back to the Eldar when you feel a cold hoof on your arm.
>It's Luna, of course. Even now, any excuse to touch you.
>"Anonymous. Look at us. Do we look like we're thirsting for vengeance?"
>They don't. Of course they don't. Their world was full of peace and harmony. Even Pinkie, who was capable of extraordinary violence, was frowning at you.
>You drop the Eldar, who coughs and sputters beneath his helmet.
>Pinkie finally gives you that tackle hug.
>It feels good.
>And then Luna joins in, and you have flashbacks of the near rape at your house.
>But it still feels good.
>Then Trixie joins, and it gets odd.


>You hear a cough from under your foot, and the Grey Knight shifts.
>"Get off my chest, you filthy gods damned heretic."
>You pretend not to notice and grind your heel a bit into his armor.
>Then your pony friends glare at you.
"Fine."
>You step off of the slave of the False Emperor as your friends detach from the hug.
>The Discord-thing immediately rushes to his side.
>"Justy!? Justy will you be okay!?"
>Pinkie hops over, looking at him.
>"He'll be okay, Eris! Anon's gone through a lot tougher stuff than this, right Anon!?"
>You grimace at the memory of getting impaled by this very Grey Knight's commanding Justicar.
"He will live. Unless you three give me leave to kill him, of course."
>Your friends turn those big, expressive eyes on you again, and you sigh.
>You missed those eyes on the moon.
>The Justicar's starting to slip into a pre-coma fever, muttering about xenos and heresy and other nonsense.
>"Justy!? Justy, come on, stay with me!"
>"Here. Eris. Sword. Take it. Stab...heretic. Consorts with xenos. Worships Chaos."
"Is the Grey Knight holding the daemon sword while being comforted by a xenos really trying to paint ME as a heretic?"
>He glares at you, and you sense you've hit a sore spot.
>You could torment him all day, but you had business.
>You had to save the rest of your friends.
>You turn to the Autarch, who lies still on the ground.


>You crouch down in front of the wounded Eldar.
"You said you had been betrayed earlier, xenos. Explain."
>The Eldar looks at you, his expression unreadable behind his mask.
>"The Necrontyr are coming, mon'keigh. The Farseer. He has betrayed his people. Orders scream through the Warp, conflicting messages designed to throw our forces into chaos and disunity. The beast-cultists organize riots in their centers of living, and monsters stalk out of the forest to plague my people."
>You freeze up at the mention of Necrontyr. Fear clutches at your heart with icy talons, and you can only hope that the Eldar is delusional..
"So you invaded, you punished this world, all on the word of one treacherous Farseer?"
>He stiffens, and you worry that it didn't work, but you soldier on.
"The Farseer, by your admission, is a traitor. He turned you loose on a world of innocents. He sent you to slaughter children, in the grand scheme of things."
>"Get to the point, mon'keigh. Your honeyed tongue rings sour in my ears."
>That old Eldar arrogance.
"Let me punish that traitor for you. Lead me to him. Then take your people, and go."
>You can tell nothing from behind his expressionless mask, but you can feel the gears ticking in his head.
>He couldn't say no.
>If he did, you were doomed. You couldn't take on an Eldar invasion force yourself.
>He was your only way of freeing this world, as much as it ate at you to admit it.
>He glances at you, and you feel a shift as a scheme forms behind those alien eyes.
>Treacherous beasts, these Eldar.
>"I grant my aid, mon'keigh. An alliance, to punish a traitor."
>He holds out a spindly alien hand in a human gesture.
>You grasp it in your own gauntlet.


>You both sensed the mistrust and hidden intentions of the other.
>Neither of you cared.
>You needed to save your friends, and he needed.....something else.
>Needed something so badly he was willing to overlook you killing a roomful of his personal guards.
>The Eldar turns and begins to stride out of the room, even as Luna, Pinkie, and Trixie glance at the pair of you.
>Their are questions written on their faces, but they keep them to themselves.
>The Eldar limps his way towards the throne room door, glancing once over his shoulder.
>"Come, Mon'keigh, come, beasts. A nightwing will be suitable to our needs. We can arrive at my brother's sid-"
"Not yet, Eldar."
>You glance at the Grey Knight, who is rapidly slipping away into coma as Eris hovers by his side.
>She's wrapped around his arm in a display you'd almost find cute if the pair of them didn't represent your most heinous of foes.
>You step close, and she glances up at you in fear and anger.
>"You wanna go again, you big red tin can!? You aren't hurting him aga-"
"I assure you, it is my intention to leave him to his suffering. He just has something I intend to borrow."
>She glares at you in suspicion as you reach down and pull the daemon blade from the Grey Knight's fingers.
>A sussurus of whispers from the blade reaches your ears as the daemon senses you.
>You turn and look at the Eldar, at your friends.
"We go to Ponyville first."
>He does not question you, leaving to prep his flyer as you gather the Warp around you, Luna, Trixie, and Pinkie, and teleport out of that palace.
>Leaving the Justicar unconscious on the marble floor, Eris wrapped around him.

Farseer

>This was unexpected.
>Your brother was not dead.
>The Knight, not dead.
>The Sorcerer, not dead.
>The Crusaders, not dead.
>Had your gift forsaken you? Had the Warp abandoned you?
>You twitch the fingers of your living metal bionic hand as you stare out from the ruined balcony towards Canterlot Castle
>Perhaps the Warp had abandoned you.
>You examine the shifting black metal of your new hand as it bonds with your flesh.
>So be it.
>You must warn your Lord.
>You turn and march back into the castle, Twilight at your heels.
>You can feel the smug satisfaction radiating after the captured mare.
>"He's going to stop you, you know?"
"We shall see."
>"But you can't see anymore, can't you? You can't even stop me from talking anymore."
>You remain silent, and her grin widens.
>It drops as she realizes where you are going.
>Deeper into the ruined castle, where green light flickers on the walls.
>And the halls that echo with Celestia's screams.


>You see him as you enter the room, the former holding place of the Elements.
>Lychguard line the walls, fractal halberds held upright in homage to the old guard of the Necrontyr homeworld.
>Your Lord stands, staring at his construction, his back turned to you.
>Light beams off of the device of living metal and glowing green witch-light, the eldritch science of the necrontyr at work as it struggles to destroy the Old One's Barrier.
>And it draws on Celestia to do it.
>A metal clawed cage holds Celestia, attatched to the machine by hooks and cables that keep her contained, even as she struggles to burn you all to cinders.
>The screams are music to your ears.
>You clear your throat.
"My Lor-"
>Instantly, four fractal blades are held to your neck, and you struggle not to move a muscle as the lychguard appraise you.
>You Lord turns his head to look at you, his faceplate, as always, unreadable.
>"You intrude on my pleasures and my progress once more, scum of the Old Ones."
>He whirls around, his cloak of metal writhing around him like a living thing.
>"What do you disturb me with?"
"My Lord, the Warp has misled me. The Sorcerer lives. My brother lives. The Crusaders-"
>The Necron Lord gestures, and you suddenly find yourself unable to speak as he strides closer to you, staff clenched in one fist.
>"You genebred animals have always relied on your precious 'Warp' for everything. I am disgusted, but not surprised. Perhaps I should give you to the gallery of the Infinite once we have cleansed this teeming world."
>You tremble. You know what fate would await you should your Lord choose to disown you.

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"Please, Lord, I-"
>"Do not grovel, scum. If you are to be gifted with biotransference, you must prove to me that are worth the effort."
>You sigh with relief as the Necron Lord turns his back on you once more.
>"I am listening."
"Then, my Lord, as I was saying before you interr-"
>There is a flash, a crack. Pain.
>One of the lychguard has broken your leg. You are on the floor, howling, when you return from the pain to consciousness.
>The Necron Lord has not turned to face you the whole time you have screamed.
>"I will not brook arrogance from scum, Eldar. Nor will the Stormlord. Remain on your knees when addressing your betters."
>You hiss through clenched teeth, struggling speak through the pain.
"The Sorcerer, my Lord. The Elements. The Crusaders. All of them, dangerous. My Lord, kill them before they realize we are here. Release the hounds. Release the Flayed Ones, I beg you."
>The Necron Lord ignores you for a long moment, staring at the writhing Celestia.
>The silence stretches on for a time before the Lord speaks again.
>"Fear not, Eldar. They will leave none alive."
>A grin stretches onto your face as you hear the scrabbling of metal claws on stone.
>The Flayed Ones begin the hunt.