"Well then, my loveable readers, I am giving you quite the story this time. This one will take a LOT longer to finish, since the ideas aren't flowing as smoothly. But, I think you'll all like this story because of one major reason…. IT HAS OUR FAVORITE DJ IN IT!" Silver Star suddenly bounces on top of his helmet, smiling at you with the most adorable grin. "I got daddy to post it! I liked it, it's one of my favorite besides Son of the Moon! Come on, everypony, lets help daddy get this story going!" Black Knight rolls his glowing red eyes. "Yep, she just liked pushing it. Anyways, all rights are reserved by their respective owners, you all know the drill! LET'S KICK THIS THING OFF!"
Chapter One
There it is, the thing that keeps him sane. Music, glorious and unperverted music! Kharion didn't know why, but every time he played, each stroke, each note, every sound; it became his ecstasy. Sometimes, when he did play, he nearly collapsed from it all. Though, there was only one problem with the music he was playing right now… And that was the agonizing screams of pain.
The loyal servants of the False Emperor scratching out their bleeding eyes, some trying to cover their already bleeding ears. His brothers, if one were to call them that, the Noise Marines were doing their jobs. Kharion wasn't exactly a Noise Marine, his choice in weapon and uncorrupted body made it obvious. However, his skills with Sonic Weaponry had him placed with them. Slaanesh made them deadly in combat, but Kharion loved his work too much to allow it to become a Dirge of Noise.
His weapon was a redesigned long sonic cannon that could deactivate and allow him to play his music without causing any damage. Another difference between him and the Noise Marines, was their armor. While they preferred having flesh stretched across their armor, and expose their own soft meat, along with twist their bodies to combine with it all… Kharion, on the other hand, kept his original pure black and shining silver coloring. His whole body was still incased within it, his helmet somewhat of a T-visor changed Maximus Patterned Helmet, but one could see the narrowed eyes of its original design. He also was able to implement speaker-like systems on to his back, allowing the ability to amplify his attacks and notes.
Those within his warband loved to hear his music, many come to listen to him play, and it made Kharion all the happier. But it nearly destroys him to use the same music to kill… To him, such things were meant to excite and amplify those around him, to fill their souls with both ecstasy and that primal sense of freedom. To have it build up within his weapon, then explode out and destroy all around the impact point, made him want to scream. This was why he implemented a function designed to just push his foes away, with a normal trigger system and burst of sonic energy.
"This… Royally sucks." Kharion mummered, before blasting a group of riving guardsmen away from him. There was no point in him playing anymore, the dirge of Noise Marines made sure of that. Kharion looked at the Noise Marines, in his squad, hearing their yells of pleasure and terrible noise. "Just once, I wish there was someone I could share my notes with." He thought, shutting off his helmet's audio sensors.
"Wish granted." A sly voice said, before a rift actually tore open right in front of him!
"Oh shit!" Kharion yelled, completely forgetting that the planet they were on, was surrounded by a warpstorm… Which meant that daemons were close, and they just love messing with mortals.
"Have fun, mortal!" The voice said, in a devilish tone, before Kharion found himself lifted off the ground, and thrown into the rift. "And good riddance… No use in keeping a mortal who squanders the Lord of Pleasure's gifts, and shows no gratitude for it."
-Equestria, Ponyville's Outskirts-
A rift suddenly opened up, and Kharion fell through it. He was able to keep himself on both feet, weapon still in his hands, but dug up the ground at his sliding impact. The Astartes looked back, and watched the rift suddenly close behind him. Kharion then took a look around, noticing the small village nearby then the quietness around his location. The night sky was even peaceful, and looked like someone even painted the starts into the midnight sky. "Well, it is better than that dirge." He sighed, walking over to a nearby rock and sat on to it.
Kharion deactivated his cannon's weapon systems, reducing it to a strange instrument, even shrinking some as the weapon's barrel retracted on itself. For the first time, in so long, Kharion could hear his music without the use of his speaker system. It actually made him smile, and soon… All senses were gone, his grip on reality had let go. All there is to him, now, was the music he created with each note and stroke along the instrument, that primal sensation made his soul dance.
Unknown to the Astartes, his music could be heard.
-In Ponyvile-
Not a true musician… Those words echoed through the white unicorn mare's mind. "I can't believe they said that!" Vinyl Scratch, aka DJ-PON3, thought while trying to stop the already flowing tears. "What is worse, is that they called my beats trash! Then humiliated me off the stage!"
Vinyl used her magic to pull the trademark sunglasses up, and wiped her eyes. She decided to keep them above her horn, and continued down the street in silence. The famous DJ even refused to put her headphones on, not wanting to be reminded of what had occurred at the Club. What all those ponies said about her beats.
"What do they know about beats!" She practically screamed, trying to release the frustration and sadness building up inside of her. "W-What do they know…" Vinyl wiped away another tear from her eye. Her lovely, and time consuming, beats were dragged through the mud tonight. She had spent weeks preparing for this night, and they had caused her whole world to come crashing down. "Maybe I should just-?"
Vinyl stopped in her tracks, the sound of music faintly reaching her ears. The mare looked around, trying to find the source, but it wasn't within Ponyville. Vinyl couldn't put her finger on it, but the faint music actually woke something up within her. It felt like she could fly right now, despite how far away it seemed.
"Where is it coming from?" She asked herself, searching nonstop. "There!" When Vinyl's ears finally locked on where the music was coming from, she shot off. Her gallop actually threw dirt up, due to her moving so fast. "I have to hurry; I can't miss who this is!" Vinyl passed the last house in Ponyville, heading straight for the Everfree Forest. "I can't miss who-… OH CELESTIA!"
The mare slid to a halt, the moment she found the source of the music. It was a massive, metal, red-eyed, bipedal; creature with some kind of instrument. Using her magic, Vinyl quickly put her sunglasses back on, she didn't like anyone to see her red eyes…. Going so far as to put on magenta lenses during the day time. Once that was done, she sat down, and started to listen to the music being played.
Despite his clawed gauntlets and spiked shoulders, the creature actually felt… Knowable to her. It was almost like those notes he was playing, each stroke against his instrument, felt familiar. When it suddenly picked up, it hit her. "It sounds like my music! Only… Slightly different, due to the instrument use…" Vinyl thought, placing a hoof over her lips.
Kharion just kept going, not noticing his spectator because of being lost in his own world. He was reaching the end of his song, his fingers were moving like they had a mind of their own. His closed eyes went up, his helmet staring up into the endless night sky. Kharion was almost there, and Vinyl could feel the climax, and then he hit it. That long lasting note, which indicated the song's end, allowing him to slide a claw down his instrument's neck.
When he finished, Kharion slowly opened his eyes, to the vast night sky. A smile slowly crept on to his hidden face. "It has been far too long… Since I just let it all out. To release my soul into my instrument. To allow the Music to flow from my heart." He said, his body overwhelmed with joy.
"T-Then don't stop." A young, beautiful, voice suddenly spoke up and caused Kharion's eyes to go wide. When his helmeted gaze went straight down, and saw the multi-blue maned, white coated, unicorn mare sitting in front of him, he couldn't believe the sight… She had an amazed look on her face, almost like the mare saw some sort of 'once in a life time' moment. "P-Please, don't stop." Vinyl pleaded.
Kharion could smell the tears that had stained her cheeks, the salty streaks still there. He could tell, the were tears of sorrow. His fingers began to move again; a sadder tone being played from his instrument. "As you wish." Kharion said, allowing Vinyl to listen to his personal work. This time, the Astartes did not close his eyes, and watched the mare's reaction. He smirked, she was actually enjoying it! Someone was actually enjoying the work it is, and not for how loud it was.
Vinyl used her magic to pull out her MP3 Player, pulling the cord out of her headphones. She went through the songs, until she found what it was she had been searching for. The mare didn't hesitate to play the beat, knowing it could match his strokes note for note. To Kharion's surprise, the beat she played matched his tune. Perfectly, in fact! It shocked him, and tried to hide it while he played.
After he finished the tune, his gaze went down to the unicorn mare, lowering his instrument. "What is your name? Please, tell me, I must know." He asked, something about her actually clung to him, almost like he already knew her but didn't. He had to know her name.
The mare smiled, blushing a bit, before looking at the armored giant's boots. "A-After what just happened tonight… I don't think I should." Vinyl's usual unwavering confidence was completely gone. Those ponies pretty much destroyed her.
Her eyes suddenly went wide, feeling something with a sharp point placed under her chin. The point slowly caused her gaze to look up at the giant's helmet. She was also barely able to see that it was his hand causing her to look up, the lone index finger placed under the soft tissue of her jaw. "I don't care… Right now, I must know the name of the one who had created that beat… She who can feel the music I play, and love it for what it is." His hand slowly placed itself on to Vinyl's cheek. "Please." Kharion stated.
His voice was so alluring to her, Vinyl couldn't help herself, nor prevent the crimson blush on her face. "V-Vinyl… Vinyl Scratch." She felt so relaxed around him all of a sudden, her heart beating so fast.
Kharion gave a nod, moving from the rock and kneeling in front of Vinyl. "Thank you so much, Vinyl." He liked her name, it matched the thing he loved, and he could tell she loved it as well. "Only fair that I tell you my name, as well… I am-?"
Several voices spoke up. "I heard it over here!"
"Look! Somepony is over there!" Another voice yelled.
"Oh no!" Vinyl looked up at Kharion. "Quick! Hide!" She whispered, the giant nodding and quickly got behind the rock. Even crouching, he was too big but the night sky allowed him to blend in.
When she turned around, Vinyl was greeted with a sight she didn't want to see. "Vinyl Scratch? Why am I not surprised to find you here, playing that terrible dirge you call 'beats'?" A large, gray, unicorn stallion said, glaring at her. Two earth pony stallions stood with him, laughing a bit.
Vinyl glared back at him. "Please, Low Melody. We both know you wouldn't know real music, even if it slapped you in the face." She retorted, causing the stallion to snicker.
"That isn't what the other club members said. Seems your work is shotty, at best." Low Melody said, smirking wider.
Kharion narrowed his eyes, slowly activating his instrument's weapon systems. He was ready to blast them right there, and then, for such a comment against Vinyl's music. He loved it, but stopped himself when she spoke up. "I bet they were all your underground friends, and paid the owner off to make me believe it was my big break!" Vinyl pointed her hoof at him. "After all, I did beat you at the Scratch Off in Manehatten a few weeks ago-!"
Kharion heard a slapping sound from behind the rock, then something crunched in the distance. When he dared to look from behind his hiding spot, silently using his gauntlet to balance himself… He saw this 'Low Melody' pony holding his hoof off to the side, like he had just slapped Vinyl! His gaze went to her face, and he could see her crimson eyes, those beautifully blood red eyes, staring off to the side… Vinyl's sunglasses were nowhere to be found, and she had a look of shock.
He didn't know why, but Kharion hated this scene. It almost felt like there was a spark within his body, that suddenly lit into a full fledge inferno. "To the warp with this!" His mind snarled, a clawed finger activating the sonic weapon.