It had been one week since Lord Anders was slain in gladiatorial combat by the ever powerful Zebracorn Cloud Vicious. One week since he was tasked with the assassination with some unimportant Wonderbolt. A minute since he finished that task and began making his ever so careful planned escape.
Cloud Vicious stuck to the shadows and the ceilings as normal. He flew faster than the Wonderbolts chasing him, hit harder than the guards brawling with him, and projecting more magic than the Unicorns blasted at him. It was a minute since all that chaos had ended, and everyone had already forgotten everything about Vicious.
Vicious walked to his home, a reasonably sized metallic castle floating in the void of the Purple Dimension. There, he thought to himself how boring life had been ever since his battle with Lord Anders. Once he took pride (but not joy, for his harsh life has made it impossible for the Zebracorn to feel any happiness.) in the destruction he caused, but now there’s not even a slight sense of satisfaction in doing it anymore. Now it seemed pointless. Boring. Dull. The one thing he found interesting in life was gone.
But why? Lord Anders was pathetic weakling. One no different than all the other beings he murdered. All he had going for him was the Shard of Darkness. Cloud Vicious pondered this for a moment, before thinking to himself:
“Is it possible that I found schadenfreude from Lord Anders?”
It certainly was a possibility. The raging lunatic did cause quite a show. After thinking about it some more, Cloud Vicious determined that this was the cause of the recent lack of satisfaction. Nothing could match up to the defeat of Lord Anders.
Now, Vicious slumped into a depressed state. The one thing in his life that made it worth living. The one thing that gave him purpose. Gone.
Vicious no longer saw point in living. Thus, he pulled out his wicked sword, The Sword of the Ex Chosen one. He began quietly chanting ancient lyrics to an old poem in another language, preparing his mind and soul for the action he was to commit. Translated, these words would mean:
“CRAWLING IN MY SKIN THESE WOUNDS THEY NEED SOME HEALING”
Of course, the only cure for these wounds was death. And so, Cloud Vicious stabbed himself in the abdomen, and watch as his blood poured onto the floor in the gallons. His time on this world was fleeting. He life was slipping away. And, in one final breath, he said “Sorry for the sins I have done.” He had died.
Suddenly however, he found himself not without conscious, but instead in another realm. One full of wicked beings, from the Crimelord Vixen to the Alicorn Riff Wrath. All over the hellish world where lives Cloud Vicious had taken over the many years. All of them being tortured for one reason or another.
As he tread along the ashes that made up the ground in this world, he saw many sights that would make regular ponies vomit. He saw Schatten, an alicorn he had ended 3 years ago being pulled apart, only to be put back together to be pulled apart again. Up ahead he found another target of his, Pain Suffragentice.
Cloud Vicious remembered how much Pain would go on and on with meaningless poetic lines. How he would do nothing but talk big about himself, which of course made him end up contradicting himself. But the worst of it, the part that made Cloud really want to end his life, was how he would talk about his alternative names. Oh how Cloud struggled for weeks before he finally purged them from his memory. The very sight of him made him angry.
Still, he fought over this anger, and kept on.
Cloud eventually came across a tall black cathedral, the likes of which seemed to defy the laws of reality. Its twisting spires and its seemingly impossible height gave it the impression of something made by the Devil himself. The constantly shifting textures and colors on all of the exterior walls would drive many to insanity. The random noises echoing from within would make lesser beings have emotional breakdowns. Thankfully, Cloud was all too use to these very kind of things, and thus it did not bother him in the slightest.
He moved into the castle, approaching its large door and opening it. He walked inside, thinking he would find out what this place was and why he is here. Instead, he heard a familiar voice. One of a certain Dark Lord.
He heard him wept and beg for assistance. The cries made Cloud Vicious feel the same feelings he had when he was fighting Lord Anders. He had to see it for himself.
Cloud Vicious, being the stealth extraordinaire that he is, snuck up and watching Lord Anders. What he thought would be a good five minutes of crying turned into something from a poorly written erotica novel. There, Darkside, the bane of the Justice League of America, stood. Trying to comfort the alicorn. Even Cloud Vicious couldn’t help but gape in awe as Darkside began making advances towards Lord Anders. Lord Anders, even more surprisingly, wasn’t resisting. He seemingly wanted it. Cloud Vicious had two choices before him. Break up the party or watch it unfold. Unfortunately for every being in and out of existence, for some unholy unforgivable reason, he chose the latter. This would come to be the only thing he ever regretted in his entire immortal life. It was as if the entire world stopped in horror as Darkside pounded the evil Alicorn over and over. The universe itself seemingly stopped spinning, as if it was attempting to beg for the horrorshow to stop.
It ended with Darkside was done. He pulled out, dressed up in his gimmicky costume, and left the now satisfied Lord Anders. Cloud Vicious, once he was done puking his guts out, walked towards Lord Anders, intent on slapping him straight. When he walked up to Lord Anders, the dark one began to beg for mercy and forgivness.
“Oh Celestia please! Please Blood Cloud Please leave me be! I swear I’ll never challenge you to another fight again! I swear I’ll leave you and all of Equestria alone just please leave me in peace!”
“You just fucked Darkside and you expect me to walk away uncaring?”
Lord Anders’ face turned to horror as, yet again, he was killed by Cloud Vicious. However, instead of simply staying dead, he was reincarnated right before Cloud Vicious. And again. And again. And again. And again...
After about 5,430 deaths, the satisfaction felt by Cloud Vicious began to wear off. Lord Anders had become unrecognizable, as all the scars added up to create some horrific being. Before he was begging to be left alone, now he was begging to be killed for good. Cloud Vicious, being the Zebracorn that he is, decided that it was now time to finally let the poor SoB die. And thus, with one final blow from his sword, Sword of the Ex Chosen One, he struck down Cloud Vicious for good. Now his very soul was gone from existence forever.
Vicious now looked around him. It was nothing but people he murdered everywhere. People he either hated, loathed, or simply didn’t care for. It sucked. Thus, he began to plan to go back home in the Purple Dimension. But to leave the underworld was no easy task, even for him. He needed the assistance of a being more powerful than him. But who? Who could possibly be more powerful than him in this forsaken world? The answer, little did he know, was right behind him. For there stood the Feminine god that started it all. To some, she was known as the All-Mother, to others, The Abandoner. But Cloud Vicious knew her true name.
“Lauren, why do you come to me now?”
“You have done my work, Cloud Vicious. You have ended many creatures not worthy to bear the name “Creation of Lauren Faust.” And for that, you have my gratitude. I will send you back to your world, so that you may continue your duty. Go, and be well, Cloud Vicious.”
And with that, Cloud Vicious was teleported to his castle in the Purple Dimension.
Now he had meaning again. Purpose. To hunt those unworthy of life. He could once again find satisfaction, knowing he was the hand of God herself. Now, he had new targets in mind.