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Time is endless and yet, so limited. When new life takes it's first breath, it follows down the path of an unknown demise. It's only a matter of time before the cold hands of death takes you, takes life, from this world. You can count the seconds before it drives you mad. You cannot avoid it. You cannot make deals to extend your stay, unless you wish to live a half-life.

A cursed entity that feasts off of the void. No one would go through that pain just to stay upon the crust of this shunned wasteland. Unless you wish to be like the fallen King Lucifer. Neither living or dead. Simply existing with a goal in mind that died with him the day he was torn apart by his own people.

Death loathes him... Life fears him... Yet what about those caught in the middle? What are they to do except quiver and pray to the Gods that have forsaken them. Pray to the Great Ones that he may have mercy on them. Pray to the Celestials that had promised them that the future would never have to endure his unholy, cursed wrath.

Shattered Tainted Glass wasn't one for begging. He wasn't one for praying. He wasn't one for believing in the impossible, yet the impossible has broken through the nine layers of Hell and now the impossible roams the Earth once more. Prepared, he was not. Taken aback, he was. Scared... A sensation he hadn't felt course through his body in over four millennium.

He had watched as the ground beneath him began to quake. From the shadows below the abyss, the unicorn took a step back as he watched a hand emerge from the darkness. Dorchadas was no more. Dead? No... He was never alive to begin with and yet, something worse was about to return. Something that absolutely petrified Shattered.

The claws of the undead being rose up and engraved through the surface of the Mirror Realm. Every mirror's surface became opaque and black tinted, before each and every one of them imploded, everywhere as far as the eye can see. After the ear-wrenching sound died down and only fragments remained, Shattered could only eye down each shard as they vaporized when making contact with the ground. It was better than watching the second hand rise from the shadow and scrape the ground to escape.

Before long, a head rose from the darkness, but a black murk coated the face and most attributes from the surface of light, as if wanting to fight back. Death, darkness, something was trying to keep them down and away from the Mirror Realm. Keep away from the Living Realm. And for a moment, it was strong.

But Lucifer was stronger.

His curved, cursed horn emerged and had cut through the darkness, like a knife slicing across flesh. The void that had contained Lucifer had wisped away into the shadow beneath him, and possibly the many gateways of Hell below that sea of nothingness.

There he stood. King Lucifer Abigor Nomed. His dark charcoal-grey fur looked almost black, and his hair was the color of the abyss, itself. His curved horn reached up high, higher than any horn Shattered had seen. In a heartbeat, Lucifer spread his bat-demonic wings. He fanned them out, stretching them, getting a feel for them once more before folding them back up to his sides. King Lucifer... Born, Fourth Moon, 1683 BC (Before the Celestial Rising) Sacrificed... Tenth Moon, Year 139 A.C. (After the Celestial Rising)

Shattered knew he had to do something. If he had not, the world- no... not just that... The universe and possibly other realities beyond this one would be in great jeopardy. Do something. Do something damnit! The grey hybrid clenched his fist, raising it up, a silver glow emitting from his fingertips, before slamming it back down by his feet, hard. Cracks coming from where his hand rested traveled it's way to Lucifer and two arms made of liquid mirror rose from the fractures. One hand grasped onto one of Lucifer's own arms and the second one engulfed Lucifer's head in the reflective substance.

Not a moment passed before the liquid hardened and the Realm was silent once more. Trapping Lucifer in this "crystal" was the best bet for the parasite until he knew what had to come next... There had to be a way to fix this. There needed to be a plan... But nothing came to his mind. He was arguably the most powerful parasite, but compared to someone like Dorchadas, Shattered was nothing. With Dorchadas gone and Lucifer here, Shattered had might as well run. Escape somehow.

Maybe Hyde would have an idea on what to do. The thought of asking Hyde for help made being torn apart by the Undead God sound like a paradise or peaceful way to go. However, his will to strive was bigger than his dignity and if being mocked by Hyde for the rest of eternity was the price he had to pay, then he was willing to-

CRACK!

A shiver ran down Shattered's back as he heard the definite, clear sound of glass rupture behind him. He didn't have time to completely turn around before shards burst through the prison Lucifer was encased in. As a reflex, Shattered stretched his arms out as hard as possible, a black-tinted forcefield protecting him from the flying razors. When one made contact to the shield, the mirror stakes would simply volatilize and wither into dust, fading into the realm.

As quickly as it happened, it stopped. Shattered took down his forcefield and watched as Lucifer stood there, wearing a cloak of darkness that covered him, neck to toe. His hair and his royal mantle flowed with no wind and moved in wavy patterns, almost impossible to see against the black surface of the Mirror Realm.

After what seemed like forever, Lucifer raised his head and opened his eyes. Shattered felt death caught in his throat, preventing any word, any scream to escape. And when his eyes landed on his, it was as if... as if his very mind was being torn from the inside time and time again. Screaming echoes raced through his mind, causing Shattered to fall on his knees and elbows, casting his hands over his ears.

This wasn't unfamiliar, for when Dorchadas abused Shattered to the breaking point, he felt a similar feeling of his mind being shredded and any sense of sanity, any sense of who he once was taken from him. Ripped out like his heart was. Ripped apart from him, beating a bloody melody as his world went black one last time. Before the "last time" became forever.

Normally, this would never bother Shattered. He lusted pain. He adored it. He wanted to feel it any chance he got so he could feel alive and powerful and real... But this pain was numb. Like ice. Like fire. Like nothing. Like Shattered was cascaded into the void to rot between the hands of life and death. His mind was contaminated with the agony of existing in the abyss, like Lucifer had for many, many centuries.

Despite this, Lucifer took a step forward, the cloak following and flowing. Shattered writhed in torment on the ground, unknowing to the Undead King's approach, only wanting this feeling to end.

Lucifer took another step closer. The closer he got, the worse the pain was.

Shattered screamed, hoping someone would hear him. In an attempt to stop this suffering, an extra, insect-like limb emerged from his back, cutting through and sliced his throat open with it's sharp tip. He could no longer scream, and instead choked on his own "blood". The black plasma spurted as he coughed. When it had touched his lips, the unicorn tasted it with his fork tongue, thoroughly relishing the lack of warmth or flavor. Almost as quickly as the lesion on his neck was imposed, glass shards coated Shattered's self-inflicted wound and healed him almost immediately.

Lucifer raised a hand and in an instant, the torture ceased. Shattered stayed on the ground, shivering in a cold sweat, holding onto himself for dear life until his glance rested on the blurry figure that stood before him.

"NO!" he shouted in both anger and fear, before impelling himself farther away from the devil, himself. His hand rested and caressed his throat to make sure the wound was indeed healed, and his focus went right back to the entity that caused all of this.

Lucifer pivoted his head and looked at Shattered with his hollow eyes, before making his way closer to him once again.

To defend himself, Shattered placed a hand over his chest and from his opening, he manifested at least 20 giant glass spears and aimed them all at the threat. Without warning, he fired them at Lucifer, one by one, but each time, they would be close to impaling him, Lucifer's horn ignited, a red glow luminated causing the spears to fly in different directions.

The grey unicorn snarled. He stomped on the ground, a ring of fractures surrounding Lucifer, and when Shattered raised both hands into the air, a blinding wall of light that would singe through even the toughest dragon scales coated the king at all angles. To the parasite's horror, he stepped farther back as Lucifer walked straight through the light without a boil or burn. Even his misty cloak passed through without getting tarnished.

Something wrapped around Shattered's throat and clogged his chest. Fear. Terror. Dread. He lifted his hand upward, a red light following through, and giant sheets of glass and mirror rose from the ground, creating a wall between Lucifer and the parasite. The king paused, staring intensely at his reflection for a moment. The grey unicorn couldn't see it but the fallen king merely blinked, causing a giant sonic wave to erupt and tear the jagged mirrors from the ground, and fly in every direction. Once again, leaving Shattered exposed.

The parasite ignited his horn, broken magic leaking from the cracks and he cut open a hole between the Mirror Realm and the Living Realm. He reached up to the cut and prepared to jump through to the other side. He had to escape. He had to leave.

He needed help.

"Shattered..." A deep, low, raspy voice called out. It was... familiar. Or at least, it sounded and felt familiar.

The parasite paused. Dorchadas... It was Dorchadas. Shattered knew the connection between the two, foggy as it may be but- no. Why did it sound familiar? Lucifer was Dorchadas but Dorchadas was never Lucifer. Why did it-

An intense, almost intoxicating feeling perforated through Shattered's whole body. It was quick and unexpected, even for someone like Shattered. To make matters worse, it hurt, but the unicorn felt no pleasure, no contentment. As if his sadistic nature was ripped straight from him and replaced with the fear of dying like everyone else had. Barely summoning enough strength to look down, he saw that a giant scythe-like claw had impaled the parasite's chest and abdomen, black blood coating both the hook and his suit. He didn't need to turn around to know where it had came from.

Strangely, Shattered's body wasn't healing and instead, getting weaker... As if he were a normal pony. As if he were mortal. His species was created to survive any physical damage. They didn't even need a heart and yet, he could feel something draining away at him. He was going to die...

The unicorn felt the ichor dribble past his lips and down his chin, further staining his already besmirched suit. His plasma was no longer appetizing and instead, nauseating. Tears, something he hadn't welled up in centuries had began to pool up in his eyes and smeared his cracked cheeks.

He looked at the other side, and saw FangTop sitting in his study, his first host outside of his "birth" host. He should have said something, he should have warned the past Count with the last bit of his strength, but nothing came out. There was nothing left to say. To do. To live for.

Shattered lifted one hand, in vain attempt to reach out hoping to get his attention, before being forcibly dragged back into the Mirror Realm by Lucifer, the gash between the two worlds closing, cutting off his horrified screams.
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Wow I hadn't written something in ages and this was fun! I am not very good at writing suspense or these filler moments, so please tell me if there is anything I could improve on.

There is some lore I have yet to cover when it comes to Shattered, the Parasites, Dorchadas and this character which I call Lucifer. If you follow me on Instagram, you might have seen or at least heard about King Lucifer Nomed. He is a mystery to many and his work is something I probably wont get much into because it's rather graphic and gruesome.

Anyway, I hope you like this ^0^

Description
Time is endless and yet, so limited. When new life takes it's first breath, it follows down the path of an unknown demise. It's only a matter of time before the cold hands of death takes you, takes life, from this world. You can count the seconds before it drives you mad. You cannot avoid it. You cannot make deals to extend your stay, unless you wish to live a half-life.

A cursed entity that feasts off of the void. No one would go through that pain just to stay upon the crust of this shunned wasteland. Unless you wish to be like the fallen King Lucifer. Neither living or dead. Simply existing with a goal in mind that died with him the day he was torn apart by his own people.

Death loathes him... Life fears him... Yet what about those caught in the middle? What are they to do except quiver and pray to the Gods that have forsaken them. Pray to the Great Ones that he may have mercy on them. Pray to the Celestials that had promised them that the future would never have to endure his unholy, cursed wrath.

Shattered Tainted Glass wasn't one for begging. He wasn't one for praying. He wasn't one for believing in the impossible, yet the impossible has broken through the nine layers of Hell and now the impossible roams the Earth once more. Prepared, he was not. Taken aback, he was. Scared... A sensation he hadn't felt course through his body in over four millennium.

He had watched as the ground beneath him began to quake. From the shadows below the abyss, the unicorn took a step back as he watched a hand emerge from the darkness. Dorchadas was no more. Dead? No... He was never alive to begin with and yet, something worse was about to return. Something that absolutely petrified Shattered.

The claws of the undead being rose up and engraved through the surface of the Mirror Realm. Every mirror's surface became opaque and black tinted, before each and every one of them imploded, everywhere as far as the eye can see. After the ear-wrenching sound died down and only fragments remained, Shattered could only eye down each shard as they vaporized when making contact with the ground. It was better than watching the second hand rise from the shadow and scrape the ground to escape.

Before long, a head rose from the darkness, but a black murk coated the face and most attributes from the surface of light, as if wanting to fight back. Death, darkness, something was trying to keep them down and away from the Mirror Realm. Keep away from the Living Realm. And for a moment, it was strong.

But Lucifer was stronger.

His curved, cursed horn emerged and had cut through the darkness, like a knife slicing across flesh. The void that had contained Lucifer had wisped away into the shadow beneath him, and possibly the many gateways of Hell below that sea of nothingness.

There he stood. King Lucifer Abigor Nomed. His dark charcoal-grey fur looked almost black, and his hair was the color of the abyss, itself. His curved horn reached up high, higher than any horn Shattered had seen. In a heartbeat, Lucifer spread his bat-demonic wings. He fanned them out, stretching them, getting a feel for them once more before folding them back up to his sides. King Lucifer... Born, Fourth Moon, 1683 BC (Before the Celestial Rising) Sacrificed... Tenth Moon, Year 139 A.C. (After the Celestial Rising)

Shattered knew he had to do something. If he had not, the world- no... not just that... The universe and possibly other realities beyond this one would be in great jeopardy. Do something. Do something damnit! The grey hybrid clenched his fist, raising it up, a silver glow emitting from his fingertips, before slamming it back down by his feet, hard. Cracks coming from where his hand rested traveled it's way to Lucifer and two arms made of liquid mirror rose from the fractures. One hand grasped onto one of Lucifer's own arms and the second one engulfed Lucifer's head in the reflective substance.

Not a moment passed before the liquid hardened and the Realm was silent once more. Trapping Lucifer in this "crystal" was the best bet for the parasite until he knew what had to come next... There had to be a way to fix this. There needed to be a plan... But nothing came to his mind. He was arguably the most powerful parasite, but compared to someone like Dorchadas, Shattered was nothing. With Dorchadas gone and Lucifer here, Shattered had might as well run. Escape somehow.

Maybe Hyde would have an idea on what to do. The thought of asking Hyde for help made being torn apart by the Undead God sound like a paradise or peaceful way to go. However, his will to strive was bigger than his dignity and if being mocked by Hyde for the rest of eternity was the price he had to pay, then he was willing to-

CRACK!

A shiver ran down Shattered's back as he heard the definite, clear sound of glass rupture behind him. He didn't have time to completely turn around before shards burst through the prison Lucifer was encased in. As a reflex, Shattered stretched his arms out as hard as possible, a black-tinted forcefield protecting him from the flying razors. When one made contact to the shield, the mirror stakes would simply volatilize and wither into dust, fading into the realm.

As quickly as it happened, it stopped. Shattered took down his forcefield and watched as Lucifer stood there, wearing a cloak of darkness that covered him, neck to toe. His hair and his royal mantle flowed with no wind and moved in wavy patterns, almost impossible to see against the black surface of the Mirror Realm.

After what seemed like forever, Lucifer raised his head and opened his eyes. Shattered felt death caught in his throat, preventing any word, any scream to escape. And when his eyes landed on his, it was as if... as if his very mind was being torn from the inside time and time again. Screaming echoes raced through his mind, causing Shattered to fall on his knees and elbows, casting his hands over his ears.

This wasn't unfamiliar, for when Dorchadas abused Shattered to the breaking point, he felt a similar feeling of his mind being shredded and any sense of sanity, any sense of who he once was taken from him. Ripped out like his heart was. Ripped apart from him, beating a bloody melody as his world went black one last time. Before the "last time" became forever.

Normally, this would never bother Shattered. He lusted pain. He adored it. He wanted to feel it any chance he got so he could feel alive and powerful and real... But this pain was numb. Like ice. Like fire. Like nothing. Like Shattered was cascaded into the void to rot between the hands of life and death. His mind was contaminated with the agony of existing in the abyss, like Lucifer had for many, many centuries.

Despite this, Lucifer took a step forward, the cloak following and flowing. Shattered writhed in torment on the ground, unknowing to the Undead King's approach, only wanting this feeling to end.

Lucifer took another step closer. The closer he got, the worse the pain was.

Shattered screamed, hoping someone would hear him. In an attempt to stop this suffering, an extra, insect-like limb emerged from his back, cutting through and sliced his throat open with it's sharp tip. He could no longer scream, and instead choked on his own "blood". The black plasma spurted as he coughed. When it had touched his lips, the unicorn tasted it with his fork tongue, thoroughly relishing the lack of warmth or flavor. Almost as quickly as the lesion on his neck was imposed, glass shards coated Shattered's self-inflicted wound and healed him almost immediately.

Lucifer raised a hand and in an instant, the torture ceased. Shattered stayed on the ground, shivering in a cold sweat, holding onto himself for dear life until his glance rested on the blurry figure that stood before him.

"NO!" he shouted in both anger and fear, before impelling himself farther away from the devil, himself. His hand rested and caressed his throat to make sure the wound was indeed healed, and his focus went right back to the entity that caused all of this.

Lucifer pivoted his head and looked at Shattered with his hollow eyes, before making his way closer to him once again.

To defend himself, Shattered placed a hand over his chest and from his opening, he manifested at least 20 giant glass spears and aimed them all at the threat. Without warning, he fired them at Lucifer, one by one, but each time, they would be close to impaling him, Lucifer's horn ignited, a red glow luminated causing the spears to fly in different directions.

The grey unicorn snarled. He stomped on the ground, a ring of fractures surrounding Lucifer, and when Shattered raised both hands into the air, a blinding wall of light that would singe through even the toughest dragon scales coated the king at all angles. To the parasite's horror, he stepped farther back as Lucifer walked straight through the light without a boil or burn. Even his misty cloak passed through without getting tarnished.

Something wrapped around Shattered's throat and clogged his chest. Fear. Terror. Dread. He lifted his hand upward, a red light following through, and giant sheets of glass and mirror rose from the ground, creating a wall between Lucifer and the parasite. The king paused, staring intensely at his reflection for a moment. The grey unicorn couldn't see it but the fallen king merely blinked, causing a giant sonic wave to erupt and tear the jagged mirrors from the ground, and fly in every direction. Once again, leaving Shattered exposed.

The parasite ignited his horn, broken magic leaking from the cracks and he cut open a hole between the Mirror Realm and the Living Realm. He reached up to the cut and prepared to jump through to the other side. He had to escape. He had to leave.

He needed help.

"Shattered..." A deep, low, raspy voice called out. It was... familiar. Or at least, it sounded and felt familiar.

The parasite paused. Dorchadas... It was Dorchadas. Shattered knew the connection between the two, foggy as it may be but- no. Why did it sound familiar? Lucifer was Dorchadas but Dorchadas was never Lucifer. Why did it-

An intense, almost intoxicating feeling perforated through Shattered's whole body. It was quick and unexpected, even for someone like Shattered. To make matters worse, it hurt, but the unicorn felt no pleasure, no contentment. As if his sadistic nature was ripped straight from him and replaced with the fear of dying like everyone else had. Barely summoning enough strength to look down, he saw that a giant scythe-like claw had impaled the parasite's chest and abdomen, black blood coating both the hook and his suit. He didn't need to turn around to know where it had came from.

Strangely, Shattered's body wasn't healing and instead, getting weaker... As if he were a normal pony. As if he were mortal. His species was created to survive any physical damage. They didn't even need a heart and yet, he could feel something draining away at him. He was going to die...

The unicorn felt the ichor dribble past his lips and down his chin, further staining his already besmirched suit. His plasma was no longer appetizing and instead, nauseating. Tears, something he hadn't welled up in centuries had began to pool up in his eyes and smeared his cracked cheeks.

He looked at the other side, and saw FangTop sitting in his study, his first host outside of his "birth" host. He should have said something, he should have warned the past Count with the last bit of his strength, but nothing came out. There was nothing left to say. To do. To live for.

Shattered lifted one hand, in vain attempt to reach out hoping to get his attention, before being forcibly dragged back into the Mirror Realm by Lucifer, the gash between the two worlds closing, cutting off his horrified screams.
~~~~~~~~~

Wow I hadn't written something in ages and this was fun! I am not very good at writing suspense or these filler moments, so please tell me if there is anything I could improve on.

There is some lore I have yet to cover when it comes to Shattered, the Parasites, Dorchadas and this character which I call Lucifer. If you follow me on Instagram, you might have seen or at least heard about King Lucifer Nomed. He is a mystery to many and his work is something I probably wont get much into because it's rather graphic and gruesome.

Anyway, I hope you like this ^0^