Crone

Crone would hold up a shard of his sword up to his face. "A foolish Equestrian. Watch as I will do your kind a favor and putting your down." The eyes around them would stop moving and would stare intently.  The Executioner would laugh at his claim. "As if I'd lose to a bunch of monsters! Look at him! Emboldened! My... How utterly brave you are." She would laugh as several "solar" guards. These people are being fraudulent!  It was true that she was stronger now but it was time to put a stop to this. Crone would slowly run toward them as he would dodge one of the knights by sticking a sword through his helmet. The jagged, broken sword would peirce his head easily. Crone pulled the blade out as a knight would take a swing at Crone.  The blade would spark off of Crone's blade. He would use his free sword to sweep the man's feet. His head hitting a rock on the way down.  "Witness Us." The monsters light would disappear around them. Bodies would fall all around them as souls would swirl within Crone's heart. Thousands of souls would ominously move within his body. Crone would start to move a lot faster as a knight would go to swing but Crone would slice off the knights  fingers. The stallion would go to his knees as he looked up at Crone with pleading eyes. Crone would give a sad sigh as he would stab him through the head like the other. "I do not forgive your crimes. Beg for mercy. It won't help." He mentioned to the spear wielding knight.  The Executioner would laugh at his prodding. "King or not. Don't kid yourself. You aren't worthy of a crown." The Executioner would slowly move toward him as the blood beneath him would tremble.  Crone would shake his head. "So be it." He would drop his swords into the sinking blood below as thousands of souls were deposited into his body. Crone would say some words as he produce green lightning from his hands to push her back. It would sort of work and just enough to continue. The Blood beneath him would creep up his body and would cover every inch with blood like a cocoon. The Cocoon would sit there a moment before the lady got up. The mare would look in shock and awe. The cocoon was already being opened slowly. He could feel it: the warmth of many. Crone would slide the the cocoon slowly open to show his clear pale skin like a ghoul that stood before them. Out stood a barefooted Crone, ready for what came next. His arms were toned but smaller. Him in general looked young and more akin to an equestrian. Hair would grow upon his bald head. The gray mane grew rapidly as it grew down to his chest and white fur would grow before the Executioner's eyes. Crones eyes would grow in and blue would have overtaken then whites. A dark blue void amongst the already blue eyes. He looked quite young like he is supposed to be in his twenties.  The Executioner would gently shake as he would Leer over at her. He couldn't speak so he would speak into her mind. "Hello, Equine. Beautiful day, is it not?" Crone's real body would laugh slowly. His voice sounded feminine and youthful.  Crone's back would open up to two large blue yet decrepit arms that would grab his own shoulders. These looked like his former arms and inside the body was something looming. The arms raised into the air as he began to chant and would run at the mare. The Executioner would ready her spear to run at him with force but misses him by inches. Crone would socked the Executioner in the face after her miss. This would fling the knight back some. Crone would laugh at her dryly. The Executioner would laugh. She would run at Crone and would start wailing on him as he would block those hits to get punched into the side. Crone would then get uppercutted as he was recoiled back some. Crone's back would open up like some sort of zipper. He would have finished his chant as his giant hands would shoot out intense lightning at the lady as it would blast her with an intense shock. Her armor would have had a giant dent in the chest if the armor. Suddenly he was in her face and smashing her face in. Nearly punching her teeth into her thoat. Blood staining his newfound white coat. The Executioner would fall to her knees as Crone would Chant until he held out his arms. The giant arms would charge something until it shot out a massive amount of magic to completely vaporize the mare. All but her armored feet. The blood in the air subsided and the world went normal again. The giant arms retreated into his back. Crone would line up the bodies and give their individual souls back. This feeling...? It was hard to say. Confidence it seems.

Crone would be on a mission today; he would meet a young mare. She was homeless and pregnant. Sweet Marmalade is what she wanted me to call her so I do as such. I knew this would happen eventually and alas... I do not understand, why? Why ask a freak to...-  Crone would have found her sitting amongst the bones of many monsters. Her belly looked almost as if she was ready to pop, she was close. Crone would tap on a skull as the mare would suddenly turn to look at Crone. "Marmalade? I am here about the child." She seemed to have a little not too and...- "My God...! That boy is...!" Marmalade would look away as he pointed it out. "Yes... he is a halfling. I'm sorry I failed to mention that. My husband was a orc." Crone would stare in awe. How was this possible?!  I understand now... She wants me to take them so they have a place to call home. How could I say no? The young colt was adorable, big sharp teeth and a small horn adorned on his orange fur. Orange fur with a light orange mane that faded into a white. "His name is Mango Marmalade. Isn't he just sweet?" The boy would would ran over to Crone and said,  "Cool sword! You're arm is awesome! Almost as strong as my dad!"  The boy would give a big grin. If Crone could blush, he would. He doesn't get many compliments but when he does, it tickles the heart. He did have a big open grin on his face. This boy... These children could very the gap he was looking for. Crone would put his smaller hand on the bots head. "Yes. He is very...-" Suddenly... A spear would impale Crone's neck as he was tossed through bones and trees.  The not and mother would gasp in fear for him. Several knights would gather around as a woman came out of the darkness to confront the family. The spear weilding solar knight would squint. "Unexcuseable. You sully yourself with tarturus itself? Are you mad women?" The woman would look at the knight.  "Absolutely not. My husband was a beautiful gentle giant. He wouldn't lay a hand on anyone! Let alone anyone who didn't deserve it! Who are you to judge him... He... He was my world." The mare would frown with tears welling in her eyes.  Crone would have his eyes wide open as she said that. He would grab his cloak to tear off the top half of his tattered clothing. Crone's eyes would fall out as they broke into dust. Thus only a husk within those hollow eyesockets. His arm would tremble with his sword on it. Leave her alone... Crone would fight the knights with pure strength as they were nearly destroyed with a few of his heavy swings. Yet... "Enough of these games. If you love someone, you must follow them." She would swing her spear with one hand to split her in two. Crone give a disturbed hiss as he stood there, frozen... He would grit his teeth till nearly shattered as two souls would drift into his arm. Crone stared at his arm on horror.  The woman would have looked over at the boy who would staring in abject fear and sadness. "Mommy! Please! Mom-myyy!" He would break down in tears as the woman would ready her spear.  Please, move! Do something...! Crone would reach his arm out and send out lightning at the woman. She would let him shock her as it went into the tip of the spear. The knight smiled casually with fresh new blood on her armor.   "Nice of you to join us... Say... You should come clean about thay God stuff. You'll never be adequate enough. None of you freaks will." Crone kept going. "You are not God of fertility. You a fraud." Crone would tremble again. This woman... The Executioner of Everfree. She has destroyed countless creatures and raided so many peaceful homes. She is evil personified dressed as a good person. A solar knight. She knows too much. She swipped her spear as she would have stopped. Crone would stand up straight as he stood tall, his bones creaking as he did. Crone would  Crone would be on a mission today; he would meet a young mare. She was homeless and pregnant. Sweet Marmalade is what she wanted me to call her so I do as such. I knew this would happen eventually and alas... I do not understand, why? Why ask a freak to...-  Crone would have found her sitting amongst the bones of many monsters. Her belly looked almost as if she was ready to pop, she was close. Crone would tap on a skull as the mare would suddenly turn to look at Crone. "Marmalade? I am here about the child." She seemed to have a little not too and...- "My God...! That boy is...!" Marmalade would look away as he pointed it out. "Yes... he is a halfling. I'm sorry I failed to mention that. My husband was a orc." Crone would stare in awe. How was this possible?!  I understand now... She wants me to take them so they have a place to call home. How could I say no? The young colt was adorable, big sharp teeth and a small horn adorned on his orange fur. Orange fur with a light orange mane that faded into a white. "His name is Mango Marmalade. Isn't he just sweet?" The boy would would ran over to Crone and said, "Cool sword! You're arm is awesome! Almost as strong as my dad!"  The boy would give a big grin. If Crone could blush, he would. He doesn't get many compliments but when he does, it tickles the heart. He did have a big open grin on his face. This boy... These children could very the gap he was looking for. Crone would put his smaller hand on the bots head. "Yes. He is very...-" Suddenly... A spear would impale Crone's neck as he was tossed through bones and trees.  The not and mother would gasp in fear for him. Several knights would gather around as a woman came out of the darkness to confront the family. The spear weilding solar knight would squint. "Unexcuseable. You sully yourself with tarturus itself? Are you mad women?" The woman would look at the knight.  "Absolutely not. My husband was a beautiful gentle giant. He wouldn't lay a hand on anyone! Let alone anyone who didn't deserve it! Who are you to judge him... He... He was my world." The mare would frown with tears welling in her eyes.  Crone would have his eyes wide open as she said that. He would grab his cloak to tear off the top half of his tattered clothing. Crone's eyes would fall out as they broke into dust. Thus only a husk within those hollow eyesockets. His arm would tremble with his sword on it. Leave her alone... Crone would fight the knights with pure strength as they were nearly destroyed with a few of his heavy swings. Yet... "Enough of these games. If you love someone, you must follow them." She would swing her spear with one hand to split her in two. Crone give a disturbed hiss as he stood there, frozen... He would grit his teeth till nearly shattered as two souls would drift into his arm. Crone stared at his arm on horror.  The woman would have looked over at the boy who would staring in abject fear and sadness. "Mommy! Please! Mom-myyy!" He would break down in tears as the woman would ready her spear.  Please, move! Do something...! Crone would reach his arm out and send out lightning at the woman. She would let him shock her as it went into the tip of the spear. The knight smiled casually with fresh new blood on her armor.   "Nice of you to join us... Say... You should come clean about thay God stuff. You'll never be adequate enough. None of you freaks will." Crone kept going. "You are not God of fertility. You a fraud." Crone would tremble again. This woman... The Executioner of Everfree. She has destroyed countless creatures and raided so many peaceful homes. She is evil personified dressed as a good person. A solar knight. She knows too much. She swipped her spear as she would have stopped. Crone would stand up straight as he stood tall, his bones creaking as he did. Crone's heart beat quickly as opposed to its slow rumble. Crone would look up at the knight as he said. "Bare witness to total darkness." The sun would start to fill with blood to make the sky turn into what would seem like an eclipse that turned everything red.  Crones arm would glow a deep angry red. Crone would start to ascend into the air as red eyes would peer all around them. The boy would be gone and so would the bodies. Just them two in this moment. This moment of pure, unadulterated rage. Crone would go into fetal position as he floated above the knight.  The knight would look around as eyes would circle her. "Amy Shulziker," He spoke out loud. The knight would fall to her knees as she felt the obsessed eyes on her, eating her mind. Amy would hold her guts in from the hole that was made. Blood soaked into her eyes. Any would have reaches to attack as the knight quickly jabbed her and she turned to dust. "Emperor Corrigan," He spoke out. Another summon, a torn in half man with the head of a wind up teeth with eyes balls. The eyes were gone as blood came out of his head.  He was mostly exploded into near charcoal but he stood to fight. He would use his sword to lash out multiple slash projectiles in order hit her a couple times in the sides. The knight would grumble as she would lunge to destroy the summon. Magic would fall from the red and black sky. She would dodge the red magic falling to run toward him. Crone's heart would beat rapidly as he would land before her like a meteorite. "It is true... I am no God of fertility. I am a fraud. However, what I am is James Crone, King of the Abnormal! I am a God to them! It is the only people I need!" He would stand as he would pull out two swords from the sullied ground. Blood pooled around their feet.  "Prepare yourself, Mortal...! You are the alone one, Executioner." He would look up at the knight to reveal blood draining from their tear ducts. The knight would ready her spear. "You will die, Monster."