Hey guys. Been a while hasn't it? Yeah… 7 months about. And truthfully it might've been nothing indefinitely because a lot of shit went down in those months and the fandom took a back seat. But I'm back thanks to one "Shadow darkrath" who is a recent favourite of my story and has reminded me of the beautiful peeps I got here reading this load of shit…. Ah well. But those who say writers don't give a shit about people's opinions here's evidence against.

But anyway I'd like to apologise for the wait although I can't guarantee there won't be another wait like this. I will try. There's plenty of fanfiction to read while your waiting though right? it would probably take years to read.
Anyhow Onto the story!

Weeks. That's all it took for me to exact the revenge on three of the other ponies for the friend I loved. The new wonderbolts would assuredly allow her. With the "justice"-even I myself could not acknowledge this as justice, there was too much blood to call it that.

Blood.

It filled every part of my being until all there was to think about was the amount I had spilled. There was so much but never enough at the same time. Not until all involved in the clusterfuck that had been the summer sun celebration. My first target in Las Pegasus took two days: one to find the casino and whorse house he frequented and the second to infiltrate, find and kill him. It was rather amusing to find him strung up, gagged and in the process of being whipped by a mare. I had my enjoyment cutting him open and seeing how long it took him to stop screaming. (The mare having been left to cower on the floor with the order to not raise the alarm until three minutes after I left) It still didn't obscure the scream I had held within me ever since my true love turned away and left. But she was right in that, so this cunt was the one in the wrong.

After leaving the bustling and frivolous city of Las Pegasus I set my rage upon Manehatten and one "Golden Monocle" of course having heard of my previous excursions the terrified colt had the audacity to think a few guards stationed in his penthouse allowed him to sleep safely. Quickly adding more bodies to my pile of dead I approached the master bedroom to once again enter a room to find them "enjoying themselves."

I thought I'd seen it all but this took the prize, seriously, this guy was being hunted by your worst nightmare and he finds comfort in- Actually I'd rather not say, which really tells you how absolutely fucked up the thing I was seeing was.

I promptly burst out laughing causing the "occupied" colt to turn with terror in his eyes; as he should. "Now seriously" I wheezed "I want to know why the hell all you rich lot are fucked up in the head." After this I promptly cut his throat with the dagger I had purchased in Las Pegasus. It truly was a thing of beauty. Weighted for both throwing and heavy enough to penetrate armour it had a centre grip with two blades protruding out either side. One was large: about an inch longer than the grip and the other about that much smaller than the grip and with a thinner blade than the other. This allowed for the fast and agile fighting style I used.

Trottingham was the hardest out of the three then again mares, no matter how angry you get will always leave some reason in a colt's brain. We're just made that way. However that wasn't the main issue here. No, the problem came from the town we were in. Trottingham was a very caring place and had been claimed as the most harmonious city. This became an issue because word spread that the ponies in charge of the wonderbolts were being killed and one of them- Autumn Leaf just so happened to be an integral part of the towns funding and had become a respected and loved member of the community. So the defence effort was pretty large. But so was my determination and if I had to kill every single last one of them then I would. What was a bit more blood on my hooves? I was already paddling in it; might as well swim.

Fortunately, it didn't come to that. The problem with an inexperienced army, no matter how large they will always leave cracks (I used to live military, learning anything and everything I could off by heart. If I wasn't avoiding bullies or practising stealth, I was reading military.)

But exploiting cracks was relatively easy- if time-consuming. After two weeks in that ridiculous city (they had ponies giving out fucking hugs!) I managed to assemble a detailed plan. It went like this: because the city was so large, the large amount of ponies posted was only formidable when they were organised and knew what autumn would be doing. Because of this every pony had to know the timetable (I had discovered early that the idiot in charge didn't limit the amount of information each pony knew) I was able to simply sit in a bar and listen for "oh! Sorry I can't do that I'm watching" *cryptic voice "You know who "seriously- who the fuck else could "you know who" be? anyway at so and so time and that was it.

The most useful piece was that said "you know who" goes running every day at her local park. The priceless part about this is that most of the guards wait for her there; the most dangerous part of any guard job is transition and they decide to fucking let her walk there practically alone and through an alley no less!

So that sort of speaks for itself really: Ambush in the alley with some of her personal guards.

Piece of cake.

Or it would've been if they hadn't been slightly smarter than I gave them credit for or at least the primary guards were smarter than the civilian drivel that used the term guards. They all held flares. So when two or three of them started disappearing they all fired them into the air. Naturally against a slower opponent the mob would've been there to beat them into a pile of mush. Unfortunately for them they weren't against a slow opponent. They were against me and when this bitch of a mare goes and pisses me off a mob of ponies coming isn't going to stop me.

So she died and that was three down one to go. The escape was a bit hairy but I wasn't without a plan. With some recon of the area and with prior knowledge given through careful listening I had quickly concluded that flying wasn't the most efficient route- in the way that I'd have had to kill close to one hundred pegasi to escape. Obviously ground was an option and my primary route had been to just walk away and blend in, leaving before the word had travelled to the borders of the city.

That of course now wasn't an option as walking out would mean ponies knowing it was me and I wouldn't want to kill all of the ponies who were merely wrong in protecting the pony unworthy of such attention. So it was with a sigh of resignation that I approach the shadowed side of the alley and pull off a maintenance grate. Yep… fucking sewer time. Yay me.

And here we are, currently in a dingy alley in Canterlot, Wanted signs of me adorning the walls. Not to mention a large blue shield floating above the city because unfortunately big bucks is an accomplished unicorn with a large wallet and ego and celesta's a piss head for approving his use of protection methods to prevent me from getting him. Colour me surprised when I fly towards the mountain only to find my path blocked by a fucking shield.

So how do I get in? We can't go round it; we can't go through it we'll have to go under it! How you ask? Well I was looking around and I guess fortune was shining on me as I found myself staring at a part of rock underneath the city, just a few inches in front of the main mountain where the protrusion that was Canterlot and the Cliffside met, and upon closer inspection I found that a section of the ceiling had fallen out revealing a tunnel inside the mountain and below Canterlot. I didn't appreciate the minute chances of seeing such a thing then… maybe I should have. I may have been in the mountain with a potential secret labyrinth below the city to get in from but the shield was in my way still. That's what I believed until I realised said accomplished unicorn wasn't as accomplished as he claimed. His shield may surround the city and above area. But inside the mountain it did not.

Perfectly rational to believe I wouldn't dig through the cliff but in this case I didn't need to! So with this entrance discovered and the crystal mines now open to me I had full access to the city- barring the castle. After the changeling incident I'm sure Celestia secured that entrance (I'd read the incident report)

But the reason for being in the dark alley in the first place is after overhearing two ponies discussing my target and talking about how he was boasting his abilities and how I "would never be able to touch him let alone kill him" So naturally I had skipped the prep work and decided to teach the cocky bastard a lesson. The alley is one wall of his compound in the richer area of Canterlot. If I can touch him here then it ought to teach him a lesson. One for his next life perhaps but still- it's the thought that counts right?

Easily jumping between the two alley walls I manage to vault into the garden of his estate and seeing the literal mass of guard ponies is enough for me to think he's complete bullshit about so called abilities. Bet he's paying someone else for the shield generation to. If so then it's both good and bad: good in that if I do this silently (easy as pie) then It won't be a dead give-away of his demise as the shield surrounding Canterlot won't break- thus making others aware of his demise and bad because You can't go through shields which means going back through the mines who's entrance is located in the sewer… I've only just got the smell out of my coat from last fucking time.

But first step is getting through this load of figurative shit. The literal shit can come later, If never. The garden section is easy enough; there are plenty of trees to jump between and my noise reducing skills have never been so good. The tricky part came in locating and killing Big Bucks. The layout of the mansion was completely new to me but logic dictated the unicorn would be in his room- probably on the top floor. The top floor was full of guards, further lending the belief the unicorn in question was here. I went from door to door (when not slithering under tables and into shadows when guards passed.) and found that one of the doors was large, ornate and screamed "this is Big Bucks' room come and kill please!" easing the large golden inlaid door ajar I peered in to see a large king-sized bed along with sleeping pony. Except upon further inspection I quickly heard that there was a third pair of lungs in the room and that they were located on the rear side of the door. Pathetic. Swinging the well-oiled door open I heard a cry as the pony on the other side was hit full in the face by a large, ornate door and was then quickly silenced as my knife plunged into his lung, preventing further warning.

However I could already hear approaching guards who would become an issue soon. My quarry though had yet to stir. Lucky prick got to die in his sleep. I quickly and efficiently ended his life- yet another to drag my soul down and left via the window. Gliding into the busy street before anyone could see me.

My escape was not to be so uneventful however as there soon tolls from the bells and the Canterlot guard roared to life in efficiency only the capital city could match. Observing that my previous suspicions were true and Big Bucks was a pile of pony shit who couldn't form such a strong shield meant I would have to face the literal shit. The entrance to which was only a few blocks away… which was easy enough until I realised how much I stuck out in the sea of rich, clothed ponies; Didn't quite think that one through.

Sure enough the cries of "halt!" and the boring exclamations of "you're under arrest!" permeated throughout the street. Quickly lowering my stance so I was harder to spot in the crowd I took a turn into a side street and away from the guards, who were slow to realise what I'd done and thus were easy to shake in the next street over.

Finding the stallion-hole I made my way down the ladder and into the wretched sewer… for the third time.

Concluding myself to be home free it was rather difficult of me to dodge the beam of energy directed at me when I rounded the last corner of the crystal tunnel.

There, in full regalia and glistening like the moon she represented- stood Luna.

Luna: the bitch that orders and demands I let my former friend's rights at revenge and imply try to make amends after all others had done to them and to now stare at me like I was in the wrong was too much.

To say I went mad would be an understatement. All of it: the bullies the rejection of parents friends and cities all coalesced itself into- what? From the looks of it pure energy, like the stuff that surrounds a unicorns horn. But enough of these thoughts, It was time to use whatever the fuck this stuff was and blow this mare and Canterlot into oblivion.

Luna for her part didn't react to this display but stayed put, disappointment dripping from every feature on her face and her voice was one of sorrow.

"You have gone too far Silent. Even my shield could not dissuade you on your path of killing." Of course it was her shield. It also explained her presence here, only the creator of such defences could fully appreciate the weaknesses of said defences. This rational thinking however was to slow for me, I wanted to see her hurt, see her suffer like I had for the entirety of my life. "Luna, such a hypocrite you are, you of all ponies should appreciate the need for revenge. Only you were too feeble to carry yours out!"

I charge at the lunar princess, my dagger at the ready, magic surrounding my hoof and it. Luna's defensive shield was utterly decimated by the power I now possessed and the look in her eyes finally showed an emotion I wished to stain there forever: fear.

The shockwave from our exchange compromised the integrity of the tunnel. I hurried away from the slumped figure of Luna, who had a large cut in her chest and seemed to be losing consciousness. I did not have time to finish the job however as the tunnel was about to fall and I most definitely did not want to be trapped in this place when it came down. Let her be crushed for all I cared. It would be more painful than what I could do in the small escape time I had anyway.

With swift wings I left the city behind- bells still tolling in a warning that was now unneeded. Now was the time to go- my revenge done I was free of the anger that had previously possessed me. Leaving me with the horror and realisation of just how far I went. Needless to say, I was desperate to escape Equestria and the horrors it had given to me in my life.

To the crystal empire I travelled, never tiring and flying for a straight four days, the reason behind this was unknown to me but even the thought of stopping brought a need I could only sate through the use of my wings.

Upon arrival at the frozen north I was unaffected by the cold and continued to journey. I journeyed without any sense of direction but something guided me, guided me to a place I did not in the slightest wish to venture into. When I said leaving Equestria I did not mean Tartarus! And yet my will was gone after the long flight and sleep and water deprivation. So I fell into the darkness. Losing consciousness to the laugh that both called to me in my dreams. Yet this time the part of me that responded was much larger than the part that resisted.

I awoke convinced I was in that dream world again. Only to remember where exactly I was. So the dark world was Tartarus, where no light shone and all things cried in suffering. Definitely a place to avoid/escape from as soon as possible.

Raising to my feet I quickly found myself bound in place. "I really wouldn't bother if I were you…" drawled the voice "Despite lacking magic in the real world, Tartarus is my domain and I control all within it."

Naturally, I immediately attempt to do what this thing advises me against and strained against the magical bonds- because fuck Tartarus and all within it. "Ahhh colt, you really haven't looked into a mirror recently have you" the voice was right next to my left ear.

Whirling around however I found nothing. "I know your thoughts… and truth be told you belong here just as much as I do little guy." By now I'm getting pretty pissed off, who the hell is this guy? Some wreck who's gone senile in this place probably.

"Senile?! I. Am. A. GOD!" He roared, fire instantly bursting forth to reveal a plateau. And on that plateau stood me and a creature of epic proportions, with long horns and red coat it leered down at me like I was to be its next meal. If I had ever felt fear then this would've been the moment.

I set myself into a stance and brought forth my dagger (which had miraculously remained at hoof). In seeing this, the creature burst into laughter. "Ahaha, you think, ahaha, that I- Tirek, lord of Tartarus could be felled by a toothpick of a blade like that!

He suddenly became serious "no, I have not summoned you here to fight me. I have brought you here to finally become what I Made you to be those years ago." Hearing this I suddenly felt weakened. I had always felt different, acted different and led a completely different life from everypony else. My anger returns at the thought that this thing claims to have made it so.

"Oh Silent, are we having doubts? (Sigh) ok then I suppose we can have a little talk on your origins and the powers you poses. Yes you have fucking powers you idiot, stop denying them, you've seen them first hoof! Anyway, this little plan of mine started 1000 years ago with the birth of nightmare moon. My first creation was such a beauty was she not? Yes, I managed to release some of the energy accumulated here into her, something that would be impossible usually as Tartarus magic has no hold on the outside world. However she welcomed the power and her anger drove it. I'm surprised nopony made the link that the only magic in this world that could corrupt a pony like that is the magic within Tartarus. But they didn't and nightmare moon was born and nopony knew it was I who did it!"

He was snickering to himself now "ohhh yes the sun bitch was so frantic after she banished her bewitched sister to the moon trying to find someone to blame. Eventually she blamed herself; as she should no less- after all I only used a bit of magic to give her anger a form. The spite was there already. But now we come to you. That first escapade of mine fuelled enough anger that the sun bitches hold on Tartarus weakened and I could influence Cerberus to move around and such. I'll be using that to effect whilst you do what I want you to do. But back to the story, with this new power I had gained I had realised that an alicorn although more powerful on their own have many more ways to dispel such power (you know, the wings, the horn and the earth pony strength) which meant their anger was much less concentrated to one place and the anger wouldn't take full shape so for my next specimen I had to find a way to make them able to contain such energy. So, I concluded that the only way to do this was to plant it into a foetus, where the energy would fuse with every cell of the being, becoming just as much a part of the being than a unicorns magic. So with this concluded I needed to find a proper host: A unicorn was a no- the magic in them already would have rejected the new amounts of energy. I also wanted somepony with an affinity to the night, as they seemed to channel the darkness better than any other pony.

So that meant you silent- Born into an eclipsed world and also to have a talent in the night. You were absolutely perfect."

Through all of this I just sat there. It all sounded ridiculous… and yet it made a sort of sense. Like a song that was stuck in your head that you couldn't remember the name or lyrics to. And just like that it was annoying as hell. Pompous old prick thought because he'd made me into a bastardisation of a pony meant I was supposed to thank him? If anything this revelation caused more energy to coalesce around my body.

"You stupid pony, you should be angry at your friends, weren't they the ones who betrayed you? Every single time you try they all shun you. They are the ones at fault." He comes close to me, bending down to my level. "Now come and help your master- get revenge on the ponies who wronged you"

Did he really expect it to be that easy? I may have been wronged and the thought of the blood I could spill was most certainly tempting… but no, I said I would leave and that is what I will do.

"You think that's all? I tell you everything and I let you skip off to the crystal empire to live as a shitty weatherpony? Yeah reality check- you're in my realm and I say you sleep now… and when you wake up, you will no longer be silent night. You will be darkness.

When I wake up I find myself in Rainbows cloud house. I really don't know what's happening anymore so I just go with it. Rising from the cloud sofa I was sleeping on (feels real enough to me) I walk over to staircase. Knowing rainbow she'll be sleeping now.

Upon entry to the bedroom I find a sight that boils my blood. There is RD and next to her is someone else. Glancing over at the calendar I quickly work out that this is current time. I'm seeing real events and here is Rainbow with somepony else- from the looks of it Soarin. The two are so close it could be one pony. They seem to be nuzzling.

Sickened by the sight I am held in place to watch this unfold. I thought my anger was at its peak but when they started talking I realised how wrong I was. "Soarin… I've always liked you" she purrs into his ear. Soarin for his part looks doubtful and asks something to set my anger blazing. "What about Silent? I thought you two were close and from the news it sounds like he needs somepony now" If in any other situation I would've given Soarin some points for that. Right now however he could save Ponyville from ever creature in the Everfree forest single-hoofed and I'd still want to wring his neck. Feel it snap under my hooves. I practically shivered at the thought. But if I was prepared for anything it was not what RD. My most loyal and trusted friend was about to say. "Forget Silent… He made his mistakes and now he isn't worth anything to me anymore."

I took a step back. After all I did for her… after everything I'd done I may have said It was for friends but it was all for HER.

All of it.

Now she sits here with another stallion and dismissed me. Then the two entwined further. I had had enough though. Turning to the door I felt my surroundings shift. Now in the halls of Canterlot and the throne room of the two princesses I watched as a weak Luna (bandages surrounding her body) stood facing her sister. "Luna, you cannot expect me to let this rest can you? he kills my subjects and nearly takes your life! I will have justice upon him!" I felt my rage continue to build- I was forsaken by my kind, I needed help and all she did was stand here and reject me. This was one pony too far. For too long had I been pushed and shoved from one place to another. I felt like my insides had all vanished. I didn't need organs to live anymore- only the hatred I had for the ponies I had once loved and sought to protect.

I woke then, the darkness now within me as well as all around me and as such I would never be unable to see in it again. I had seen all of the horrors (most from my own hooves) and I would embrace them all and use this beautiful hatred to form weapons, shields and magic that would give me the revenge over all. Then all that would be left would be me and my creator. To stand atop the destruction and laugh at all those that had wronged us.

I understood now, life was suffering. I had suffered enough so I would bring sweet warm death to the land.

I was darkness.

Bringer of death to the land of Equestria.

So there you go guys- again I apologise for the whole "I haven't posted in months" and also I'm going to probably finish this story before I consider doing anything else.

Anyway, I'll see you guys in another 7 months :)

BROHOOF