A/N: Jello this is my first story. I would appreciate feedback on how I can improve it.
Now this is just the prolog the story will start to pick up after this. Now let the reading commence!
Once there was a great being. Some called it a divine, others a spirit, but most called it simply what it was a demon. This particular demon was powerful more so than any other. He toyed with the world . He was your typical dark lord, all that power inflated his ego and drove his mind to madness. The world was in despair for eons until the other divine beings finally had enough. The demon could not be killed he could not be beaten. At first, it seemed hopeless until they finally found a way to make him powerless. They combined their power in an attempt to rip his very soul apart. Now he could not be killed, but they managed to rip all of his power out of him and disperse it into the endless void. Broken and defeated he was placed in a mortal body and cast down to the mortal realm. There he will spend his immortal life as a mortal.
"That is the biggest bucking load of nonsense I have ever heard," said a stallion, that was clearly a sailor.
"Yeah, it sounds like a story for foals."said his companion clearly also a sailor. All the other patrons of the tavern started to laugh.
"Where did you even come up with such a story you old coot," said another sailor.
"Well my boy all legends are spawned from truth and shrouded in mystery and sometimes these 'stories' turn out to be more than just stories," said a quite large pony wearing a black cloak that covered his entire body.
"Whatever you say, grandpa," one of them said.
"The nerve of these little colts, how I would enjoy teaching them all a lesson in respect," he thought.
He merely finished off his drink and headed out the tavern.
While he was walking through the city, he took a shortcut through an alleyway. Most would say that is not the best thing to do in, this shadier district of Manehattan.
As he was walking through the ally way a quite large stallion stepped out of the shadows.
"Give me the money, or else," the thug said.
"Or else what?" the cloak stallion asked
"O! Are we trying to brave here," he said while he started laughing.
"Now give me the money," he said threateningly.
"No" the cloaked stallion responded.
"So you want to do it the hard way he?" he asked. He suddenly sprang forward and stabbed the cloak stallion.
Nothing happened he just stood there knife lodged in his chest. The thug pulled back and stabbed him again and again and again …
Eventually, he tired himself out, yet there stood the cloaked stallion like nothing happened.
"NoW It is my turn," he said in a demonic voice.
The thug no clearly fear stricken tried to run away, but to no avail. His hoofs lock in place by pure terror as he looked into the cloaked stallions eyes that were glowing a very dark blue. Then darkness enveloped him. He was no more body turned to ass and soul devoured.
"These ponies are far too kind giving me a midnight snack," he said to himself
"They were hoping I would learn lessons from these mortals. Well, I have learned one thing they, make great snacks." he thought while chuckling. He made his way to his home to an old abandoned shack on the outskirts of the city.
Blissfully unaware of what the future will hold for him.