Anon in Diablo Equestria: One Shot Story Request

Anon in Diablo Equestria: One Shot Story Request

>day [spoiler]Lord of Terror[/spoiler] in Equestria
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qm8-Ty0_wFQ
>you wonder what kind of demonic magic was at play here
>you had traveled to Tristram, driven by your righteous will to destroy evil
>you’d heard rumors of horrors in deep and dark catacombs of the church underneath the small town
>your greatest shock, however, was that the town was somehow…  Changed…
>somehow
>the townsfolk were all cattle
>you did not understand this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnMR6SOBa9k
>you had left this town ages ago, and the people that lived here were actually people
>even the men you knew had changed
>your confusion was as true as theirs, they had never seen something like you
>you had almost killed their blacksmith as he came around his shop, greeting you
“Well, what can ah do fer yew?”
>talking cattle
>your knuckles were white as you held your sword and threatened to run the small, talking horse through
>he backed off, trying to explain that he was just a p0ny and he meant no harm
“What manner of demonic witchcraft is this…” you said
>the commotion attracted yet another one of the strange, overly expressive talking p0nies
“What ails you my friend?”
>he is garbed in a healer’s robes
>you still do not trust these p0nies, as friendly as they can appear
>this could all be an evil spell
>with your sword still drawn, you attempt to get your bearings
“Creatures of Tristram…  If you are all not witchcraft or demons…  Does the Cathedral reek of evil?”
>a shriveled up, gray cloaked p0ny approaches
“Hello, my friend.  Stay awhile and listen…”
>he does not seem to care for your appearance
>he says there are catacombs north of here, and an evil lurks within
“While you are venturing deeper into the Labyrinth you may find tomes of great knowledge hidden there.  Read them carefully for they can tell you things that even I cannot.  I know of many myths and legends that may contain answers to questions that may arise in your journeys into the Labyrinth. If you come across challenges and questions to which you seek knowledge, seek me out and I will tell you what I can. “
>the old one speaks with experience and you are starting to doubt that this is some sort of illusion or demonic presence
>you slowly lower your guard
>if there is evil here, you will seek it out and destroy it, regardless of the…  “State” of the townsfolk
>you did not expect this, but it changed little in your goal
>you walk past the tavern you’d frequented so long ago
>the p0ny in front of it seems to cheer up at the sight of you
“Thank goodness you've returned! Much has changed since you lived here, my friend. All was peaceful until the dark riders came and destroyed our village. Many were cut down where they stood, and those who took up arms were slain or dragged away to become slaves - or worse. The church at the edge of town has been desecrated and is being used for dark rituals. The screams that echo in the night are inhuman, but some of our townsfolk may yet survive. Follow the path that lies between my tavern and the blacksmith shop to find the church and save who you can.
Perhaps I can tell you more if we speak again. Good luck. “
>was that…  was that Ogden?
>poor old Ogden had been turned into a p0ny?
>you could not believe it
>it sent a cold fury into your soul
>whatever evil had done this would pay
“Wait up!” says someone, or something behind you
>it appears to be a p0ny with a horn
>could it be a unicorn of fairy tales told to you as an infant?
“What is it?” you answer
“Let me come with you” the p0ny says
>why would you let it do that
>it is the color of lavender flowers
>you aren’t exactly threatened by a bouquet on four legs
“Why would you do that, little p0ny?”
>you have no time for this
“I can help you…”
>it sounds like a she, and a determined one at that
“What will you do?  Carry my bag?” you say, turning away
>a bolt of fire singes your hair on the right side of your face
>you turn to face the creature
“You are…  You are a true magical Unicorn of lore!” you say, surprised
>you’ve never seen that kind of magic be used at a whim like that
>you best not trifle with this one
“I’m Twilight Sparkle, actually” she replies
“My name is Anon…” you say, still awed by the sight of a real unicorn
>you always though they existed only in books
“Twilight, I’m on a mission to purge this Cathedral from whatever evil inhabits it.  Can I count on you?”
“I’ll do my best, Mr. Anon.  My fire will burn the undead and the demons alike” she replies, horn ablaze
>with your resolve set in steel, you step towards the church with your new companion at your side
>she may be small, but you would ride to battle with her just the same; the power behind her fire bolt and the determination of her words was all that you needed to know
>dim torchlight comes from within its walls
>as you approach it, you see something on the ground, to the left
>you run towards it
>the sight is troubling, to say the least
>a p0ny lays on the ground, in a pool of blood
>massive cuts have cloven him nearly in twain
>Twilight gasps and turns away from the scene
>he stirs as you approach
“Please, listen to me. The Archbishop Lazarus, he led us down here to find the lost prince. The bastard led us into a trap! Now everyone is dead...  Killed by a demon he called the Butcher. Avenge us! Find this Butcher and slay him so that our souls may finally rest...”
>once more, rage clouds your sight
>the p0ny was well beyond saving, yet you still found it hard to see him die
>you didn’t care that they weren’t human any more
>they still bled and died just like people would
>whoever…  whatever did this…
>they would all pay
>your new companion throws her cape over the dead p0ny, paying her respects
>you step through the Cathedral archway, your anger dispelling any fears of what lays below
>the horrid stench of the church floods your nostrils
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cH8ZwL3A7Q
“The sanctity of this place has been fouled…” you say
>you walk through dimly stone halls
>the old p0ny was correct, this place really is a labyrinth
“Anon, I sense danger!” warns Twilight
>you hear strange noises and draw your sword
>carefully, you open a wooden door
>this place was unholy to say the least
>from the darkness they came
>on all fours
>skeletons of equines, bones rattling as they made their way towards you
>your shield and sword at the ready, you wait for them to get to the doorway
>you won’t have to fight more than one at a time like this
>the small mage fires off searing bolts through the doorway, striking down one of the evil apparitions
>the first skeletal equine steps through and you give it no chance
>your strike is vicious and sure
>you smash down, turning the cursed undead into scattered bones
>the second swings at you, sword in its bare jaws
>you deftly block it with your shield and Twilight burns it to a crisp
>they don’t have much that could help you, save a few gold coins
>making your way deeper into this maze of halls and rooms, you encounter a stairway going down
>you steady yourself as you step down further into the church
>creatures most foul accost you practically immediately as you enter the first hall
>the stench of rotting flesh is in the air, you prepare yourself; more undead were sure to come
>for now these red, demonic p0nies run towards you
>laughing maniacally
>they are many, and they are fast
>you smash one with your shield and impale it
>the rest scatter
“Twilight, light them up” you say with a smile
>cowardly fiends, they were
>you run and catch up to the closest one, cutting down and splitting its head open
>one by one, you chase them down and kill them as bolts of fire hiss angrily, charring whatever they hit
>feeling victorious, you grab their gold and look for anything else you could use
>one was holding a rather good looking sword
>you pick it up, examining the edge
>suddenly, you hear a skitter behind you
“Anon!  Behind you!” she says, and fire lights the room
>you barely have time to raise your shield when this large, wickedly fast creature jumps towards your face
>it manages to rip a chunk of skin from your arm
>you groan and step back
>it stops and begins eating the flesh it took from you
>with a mighty roar, you splatter its entrails across the walls, swinging your sword wildly
>your left arm is bleeding profusely
>thankfully, you have a medical potion at your belt
>you drink the healing liquid and the bleeding stops, new skin forming over the wound
>a healer’s magic was impressive indeed
>Twilight seems unhurt
>feeling rejuvenated, you step into the darkness
>moans of the dead surround you
>slow, rotting corpses move to form a circle around you
>you won’t let them
“Take the left, I got the right!” you yell
>a magical inferno incinerates one of the undead
>running forward, you cut the first zombie p0ny’s head off
>a second one swings at you with a front hoof, you block it with a shield
>these foul beasts have much more power in their strike compared to the skeletons
>the blow rattles your shield
>you strike at it twice before it falls
>your strength does not wane
>Twilight is having a hard time, but you have your hands full
>you stab a third one in the face
>you hack at it until it collapses, just like the others
>you turn only to see the small unicorn being pushed to the ground and bitten by one of the undead, rotting zombies
>you slash down and your blade goes in from the shoulder and stops in the ribs on the other side
>your new friend seems to get back on her hooves and violently dusts the last creature
“Here, take this” you say, offering her the last potion
>the bite is very messy
>the potion doesn’t seem to heal her completely
“Twilight, you should go back.  You need to see the healer…”
“No.  I’m not leaving you down here…  I have to see this through”
“Are you sure you can hold your own?” you ask
“It looks worse than it is, Anon…” she says, trying to reassure you
>you hope she isn’t playing tough, you don’t think it’ll get easier
>you walk slowly through the dank halls, recovering
>before you is a massive room
>the smell of blood and rotting flesh is so pervasive the very walls stink of it
>blood, both old and new seeps from cracks in the walls and flows from under the door
>Twilight coughs and gags a bit
>whatever’s behind that door can’t be good
>with courage, you open the door
“AHHH, FRESH MEAT”
>a massive, towering horse stands on its rear hooves
>it holds a jagged meat cleaver with its front legs
“By Celestia’s beard!” yells a horrified Twilight
>the cleaver is much bigger than your sword
>the flabby mass of bare, bloody skin and muscle wastes no time and runs towards you
>it pays no heed to the dozens of dismembered, butchered corpses strewn up and impaled by stakes
>the Butcher lunges
>with rage, you block the first strike
>the massive cleaver splinters your shield
>your sword cuts into the beast again and again
>the small unicorn lets loose with a searing jet of flames
>the Butcher is caught off guard and the fire submerges him
>you notice she’s getting tired; the intensity of your partner’s fire is dimming
>the Butcher swings once more and you narrowly escape the attack
>your shield is damaged beyond repair
>it can’t take many more hits like that
>you cut and stab at it
>Twilight launches bolt after bolt
>nothing seems to work
>each of its swings could end your life
>his cleaver strikes down and smashes your shield to pieces
>your left arm goes numb
>you’re too pissed off to notice
>you stab it in the chest as the purple p0ne lights up yet another flamethrower
>the hilt of your sword against its sternum
>with a grotesque cry, it topples over and stops moving
>you rip your sword from its chest
“The spirits of the dead are now avenged”
>you hope the poor souls can rest now
>you pick up the cleaver
>it’s heavy, but you’re confident you can use it well
>you aren’t afraid of anything now
>the massive cleaver feels good in your hands
>Twilight is recovering well and her horn shines through the darkness
>you step out of the Butcher’s room, thankful to be leaving the horrid stench and mutilated corpses
>another staircase meets you
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrK90XJfqRs
>the atmosphere changes for the worse
>the air is heavy with nitre
>the stone walls themselves seem to rot
“The smell of death surrounds me” you gasp
>the hallways are narrow and the stones that make up the surroundings are slick with rank detritus
>Twilight’s horn seems to dim
>these catacombs truly are host to the evil plaguing Tristram
>you step through the halls
>entering a room, you’re met with a crowd of goat-p0nies
>this is madness
>you barely even care anymore
>Twilight unleashes a barrage of fire bolts
>your vision goes red with bloodlust as your cleaver turns into a blur of death
>their ululating cries echo in the darkness
>the air becomes thick with smoke and the smell of burnt meat and hair
>you hack and slash until none stand
>exhaustion slowly seeps in
>you sit against an altar
>it is supporting an old tome
>the Book of the Blind
>you open the thick volume and a strange foreboding fills you as you finish the chilling words
>Twilight studies the book carefully, reading it many times
>you keep moving
>you’re met with yet another army of goat-p0nies
>you expect handfuls of fire bolts to strike down on the demons but Twilight is panting and only firing when they get to close
>the goat-p0nies push you away from her
>you strike them down with the rusted, heavy blade, trying to reach your exhausted friend
“TWILIGHT!”
>you lose sight of her
>you plow through another one of the blasted fiends
>you need to find her, she must have escaped down this corridor
>you step forward, there is a doorway that you do not remember being there
>more tricks?
>treading carefully, you walk through
I can see what you see not
>the darkness is absolutely impenetrable…  You wonder how you’ll find her like this…
Vision milky, then eyes rot
>the air is murky; you use the wall to orient yourself, cleaver swaying slowly.  You let your eyes adjust, but they sting from the nitre
When you turn they will be gone, whispering their hidden song
>you hear a noise right behind you and you flip around, slashing at it in a panic; you only strike air and yet more unnatural sounds fill your years
Then you see what cannot be
>faint light from torches in the hall seem to permeate the darkness now, but the bricks move and flow like water.  The darkness seems to show you the face of the dead unicorn, sunken eyes that look into you, pleading for salvation
Shadows move where lights should be
>the torchlight is close now, yet your eyes seem to deceive you as the walls dance in the pale, brown reflections of wet stone
Out of darkness, out of mind
>your eyes become wide as the torch goes out and terror fills you
Cast down into the Halls of the Blind.