#hes sadistic when its about punishment n enemies

[warper-in-training]

Contradictory to popular belife, Lucifer hates bdsm and kinky sex. Maybe he'll accept to tie up his partner or something light like that, but nothing extreme or containing toys.

He hates vibrators and similar toys, he prefers to be the only source of your pleasure.

[sukiglycerin]

birds (not) of a feather || keigo takami.

* pairing: hawks x fem pro-hero!reader

* genre: canonverse(???), terribly indulgent smut, pwp, enemies w benefits

* words: 3,111

* warnings: i just packed a shitload of kinks into this, dom!hawks, sub!reader, daddy kink, dirty talk, semi-public sex (a bathroom), quirk play aka feather play (not tickling), reader is kiNda a brat, fingering, orgasm denial, cum eating, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls.,., wrap it before you tap it irl), degradation, breeding kink, humiliation, dumbification, creampie, aftercare (duh), i’m so sorry for this i’ll finish my sfw angst thing now

* a/n: inspired by this text post... oh god, this is filthy. apologies for the slightly late update, but here it finally is!! @toishi is an absolute angel for proofreading this at like 1 in the morning. i hope you enjoy this! if you liked this, feel free to request anything you’d like to see from me <3

there was something about hawks that was infuriating. you couldn't tell exactly what was the breaking point; his messy hair, his plush smirk, or his eyes. his eyes, typically glazed over with a mixture of cockiness and devil-may-care hawtiness, were perhaps the most charming part to him, if you asked any fangirl. the markings around them only made him prettier, but infuriatingly so; and when you put together the entire package of 'hawks,' you got an extremely punchable person. 

yet sometimes, during extremely rare instances - perhaps when the light hits him just right or when one of his feathers is placed just perfectly - the word 'punchable' is replaced with 'fuckable.' and when you say fuckable, you mean him fucking you. it only aggravates you more.

you can't recall exactly when you started hating him or exactly when you became fuckbuddies (well, more like fuckenemies), but what you can recall is that the closets at hawks' agency are unreasonably large. not that they can't be used to your advantage, on multiple occasions (especially when hawks ruts). you're sitting next to hawks as some entrepreneur attempts to sell his ideas to market heroes and gain more profit. none of the pro-heroes sitting in the room seem particularly engaged. you're practically falling asleep; hawks' doodles on your notepad keeping you awake. you can't exactly complain, though the doodles take up space on an otherwise blank page, it's entertaining. you're far past gone being alert, however; your eyelids droop one last time before you see an oddly phallic shaped doodle behind your eyelashes. goddamn hawks.

"really?" you hiss at him, pushing his hand away.

he shrugged, lazily smiling. "you like it."

"like what? lewd imagery in my work notepad?"

"no." his voice drops an octave, fatally gravelly, "my cock."

you flush at his obscene language. "don't-" you whisper, but you're cut off by hawks' muffled giggles as he points to another one of his doodles. a rooster. you purse your lips. ever-so immature, hawks.

"yeah, but i bet you like the first one a lot more, don'tcha, chickadee?" his pet name has your brain stuttering. "you like my��cock so much, hm?"

"fuck you, hawks," you breathe.

"you can try, feather." his voice is dripping with cockiness. "i bet, even in professional times like these, you think about my cock. in business meetings, you look so professional, so serious, but little does everyone know - you're dreaming about my cock stretching your tight little cunt out, making you scream my goddamn name. i bet you salivate just thinking about my cock fucking you good, hm? isn't that right, chickadee?"

you huff, not meeting his eyes as you search for a witty comeback. your silence gives hawks' ego a boost; he smirks wider.

"you know it's true, huh?" he purrs. "you think of me wherever you go. in public, filing paperwork, when you touch yourself in bed... you just like it so much, you're my slut. who knew the nation's favorite pro-hero would drop to her knees to the sight of anyone's cock?"

"yeah, i touch myself whenever i think of you," you mutter saltily under your breath. you ignore the growing arousal in your panties at his provocative words. hawks goes quiet, eyes wide.

"more specifically, i rub my temples because i get a headache because you're so damn awful."

"well fuck, dove," he chuckles. he leans in close to your ear. "maybe i'll give you something to think about."

a shiver curls itself down your spine. "hawks-"

he hushes you, jotting something in your notepad. he excuses himself from the room, leaving a feather laying on his seat in place of him. you read the note. "women's bathroom, down the hall to the left. no one uses it."

a pump of adrenaline fills you; your heart skips a beat.

once you slip out, your heart plays a game of jump rope, the rhythm filling your ears. down the hall, to the left... you wonder what hawks has in store for you. your brain recreates images of past escapades you engaged in with the man; a quickie in his office, another in an alley, and once, him fucking you just before a meeting. your panties grow damper, unable to mask the anticipation you feel within yourself.

"hi, sweetpea," hawks cooes as soon as you enter the restroom. "fancy seeing you here."

"you invited-"

"hush, i didn't give you permission to speak, did i?" he snaps. "good girls who behave are rewarded."

a whimper slips out of you, and you nod.

"safeword, birdie?"

"sunflower."

"good girl." he hums. "so obedient, once disciplined... maybe i should do this more. i bet you'd like that... being such a slut when anyone could walk in." "hawks..." you start, but he doesn't have it.

the hero stalks toward you. if eyes could kill, you'd be murdered within seconds; his irises are dark, pupils blown, and a shadow has fallen over his face. he looks predatory like this - truly living up to his name. it's graceful, the self-control he assumes whence walking toward you. 

said self-control is completely abandoned as soon as your bodies meet. you're completely enraptured in his shadow as the man loomed over you, his wings contributing greatly to the effect. he's the predator, and you're the prey. 

his arm separates your neck from the wall, his hand clutching the back of your head. the free hand moves itself to caress your jaw in a strangely gentle manner, while his knee pushes its way in between your legs, making your upper thighs into a home. his hand nudges your head forward towards his, and then you're kissing him with such ferocity it's animalistic. tongues clash and you're no longer sure whose spit is whose; it dribbles down your chin the way blood drips from the thirsty lips of a vampire.

hawks growls - he actually growls - while he hastily unbuttons your top and slips his tongue into your mouth. you shamelessly grind down against his clothed pant leg, careless that your wetness will leave a stain. 

he pulls away, a string of saliva snapping between you and leaving you two gasping for breath. 

"fuck, fuck, baby bird," hawks wipes his mouth with his sleeve. his lips are swollen, their colour resembling a cherry lollipop with a sheen of gloss. damn, he's pretty. you never realized how good-looking a guy in a suit could be. his eyes are darker than a raven's, and it looks as though he'll devour you whole. 

"come." hawks gestures for you, walking towards the sinks and large mirror above them. as soon as you near a foot from hawks, he grabs you, one hand on your waist and the other on your throat. 

"look at you..." he tsks, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. you're completely disheveled, hair a mess and eyes blown dark. your top is wrinkled slightly, your breasts peaking out through the unbuttoned gap and your skirt pushed up.

"so messy already..." the hand on your waist moves up and squeezes your breast, tweaking a nipple through your bra.

"you just fucking melt for me, like a good whore," he says.

oh, how you hate how easily hawks can win you over.

"fuck you," you scoff half-heartedly. "are you gonna fuck me, or not? we don't have all day."

"won't be a problem, lovebird," he says breezily. "judging by how much you fucking soaked my pant leg, i could have you coming undone without my cock even touching your dirty cunt.

you glance at his thigh, which has a blatant dark spot on it, and feel your heart race in humiliation. you can only stay silent, knowing he's right. the sensation in your core is painfully obvious to you, as if taunting you more.

"obeying now?" he teases, a wicked smile gracing his face. "bend over the counter, sweetpea."

you huff, obliging. hawks deftly moves his fingers, unbuttoning your shirt. you shiver, your hot skin colliding with the cold, unforgiving marble. 

"spread your legs - good, good, like that..." his breath tickles your ear, "you like how the air touches your sopping pussy? how exposed you fucking feel, all spread out for me when anyone could walk in? me, the number 2 pro-hero..." god, he was so cocky it was infuriating.

"shut up," you grumble.

"what?" his voice is sharp, cutting clean through the air. "is that anyway to treat your daddy?"

you fucking hate the title. you hate how hawks harnesses it as his own, how he so personifies the word - how good it fits him, sounding like sugar off his lips.

two of his fingers meet your clothed folds. "answer me, birdie."

"n-no," you squeak out. 

"no, who?" he spits.

"no, daddy." 

you inch your head up to look in the mirror, and hawks is smiling. 

"what to do with you, what to do with you..." he sounds gleeful, sadistic undertones tinting his words with a faded rose red. so pretty, yet so painful. your head goes back down onto the counter, your cheek pressed against it.

"naughty birds deserve punishment, don'tcha think?" 

you can't find it in yourself to form a coherent word; instead, a clumsy moan falls from your lips. hawks' fingers press harder against your cunt; you're sure they've gotten at least a little damp.

compromised in such a position, your senses make you suddenly aware of your surroundings; the way the counter digs into your hips, how the coolness is starting to fade under your body. you're aware of your every breath, the fluttering in your stomach every time hawks presses your clit. you're aware of the inherent eroticism of your acts, and how you don't really hate hawks; no, no, no - how he just infuriates you.

he's the ideal hero, in your eyes - laidback, charming, and yet so skilled at his work. it amazes you. one can only strive to be so multifaceted, and it explains his status as number 2 hero. you work so hard, yet he can achieve all the things you dream in half a heartbeat.

"let's get these out of the way." hawks, hooking a digit into the band of your panties, forces them down in an instant. you instinctively clench at the air which meets your nether lips, your juices leaking out of them like a honeyed nectar.

"so messy," hawks comments. "can't even control yourself without your panties. you like being such a slut for daddy, huh?"

you grumble in protest.

"huh?" his index and ring finger plunge into your pussy, making a loud squelching sound.

"d-daddy," you blurt a moan out, falling apart on his fingers.

"that's more like it, feather." hawks sets a moderate pace on your pussy, curling to hit your sweet spot. the noises from your cunt and mouth fail to cease, and you throw a hand over the latter to muffle your whimpers.

you start to feel a burning sensation rise in your stomach; a toe-curling, warm feeling like sunlight shining in the morning.

"daddy, daddy, hngg- i'm so close."

you're so close to the sunlight, to being showered in the blissful heat. just one more stroke and-

you're suddenly empty, and the light starts to slowly recede.

"daddy!" you complain, shifting your legs and rubbing your thighs together. "bad birds get punishment," he shrugs. "though i must say... you like it when i bend you over the counter, huh? your little pussy is dripping all over it for me, and i've barely touched you... i bet you're getting off to this right now; when anyone could walk in, huh? filthy slut. you're already begging for more... hm, maybe i should make you lick up the mess you've made..."

"d-addy, no, i've taken my punishment, please let me cum..."

hawks sounded indifferent, as if he were merely studying his nails. "beg for it."

"wh-" you clench your hands in your skirt. you do not particularly enjoy begging - for anything or anyone. despite the pulsing in your cunt, and how hard it is not to give in, you don't want to give hawks the satisfaction of winning. "p-psh, didn't really need your cock anyway..." you grumble. you exhale quietly, calming the adrenaline pumping in your blood from the loss of your orgasm.

something in him changes, and a scarlet feather tickles your lips. you're confused; what does hawks want you to do?

"suck."

you exhale in confusion, blowing the feather away. "suck?"

you crane your neck up at the mirror to catch a glimpse of hawks. he looks deadly - there's no other way to put it. his eyes are sharply trained on you, his wings buff and towering over him. you think you see a bulge in his pants, straining for freedom.

"well?" the feather dusts your lips once again, teasing you to trap it in between your lips. your head drops, falling against the counter. you open your mouth, and the tip of the feather rests on your tongue. your lips close around it, and you hesitantly suck. you're not sure what you were expecting; it's a feather, soft and flimsy in your mouth.

you jolt at an indistinct tickling feeling against your clit. you look back, feather hanging out of your mouth, to see hawks leaning back on a stall. he's not within reach to touch you, so...

"hng!" the foreign object presses your clit. the pressure strengthens against your tight bundle of nerves, and you can feel your slick drip out of you even more. a feather; though hawks made the consistency a bit more solid. the feather pushes against your pussy like a seesaw, making you reach for your high. you shut your eyes tight, lost in the feeling and desperate for release. the feather drags up and down your cunt, eliciting lewd noises, while your lips are clamped shut around the feather in your mouth. saliva pools in your mouth the more the feather teases your wet sex, and the familiar build of tension starts in your stomach. you yearn for the heat returned in full, to be so fulfilled in pleasure, and you rut against the feather in an attempt to reach your climax faster. the stimulation is suddenly gone, leaving you crying out.

"look at this," hawks sneers. a single, wet feather, dripping in a substance far thicker than water hovers in front of you. "open your mouth."

the feather slips out, and is replaced with a salty tasting one.

the taste of your arousal fills your tongue, and before you're given time to dwell on it, you feel warmth pressing against the back of your thighs. there's a clanking of metal, a shuffle of fabric, and you feel the tip of hawks' cock pressing against you.

"look at you, baby, so desperate for a fuckin' feather," he rasps in your ear. "should i show you how much better my cock is? hmm?"

you nod dumbly, the feather bobbing with you. 

"fuck," he groans, pushing himself into your depths. "so wet, so- slick- goddamn baby bird, you like it when i stuff you full of this cock?"

you hum a noise against the feather in your mouth, agreeing. he slipped into your pussy smoothly, lubricated by the abundance of your slick. once in, snuggled in deep, something in the man's composure snaps; he thrusts mercilessly, pounding deep in you. his fingers hold your hips, bruising them, you're sure - and the pain is sweet, a sick lolly against your tongue. 

"fuck, fuck, daddy's gonna fuck his babies into you, betcha'd like that, huh?"  you can't articulate your words properly with the feather in your mouth, but you attempt to agree. he doesn't care, continuing with his degradation.

"you're gonna give me my chicks, huh? be my bitch," he pants heavily. god, you can just imagine how he looks; hair falling onto his sweat-matted forehead, his eyes completely lascivious. a wanton moan spills from your mouth, and the feather falls, but hawks doesn't make notice of this. he continues to slam into you, pace unforgiving, burying himself to the hilt inside of you. squelching noises fill the bathroom, echoing off the walls.

you can only moan and clench around him unintelligently. 

"look at you... all fuckin' stupid and obedient, all for daddy, hm? so willing to let daddy use you as a cumdump, daddy's personal- fucking- cumslut- but you like that, huh? your pretty pussy's clenching around me. you like being talked down to, don'tcha? such a dirty slut. look at that, you're drooling."

two of hawks' fingers shove themselves into your mouth, and you salivate around them. it's messy, you know, and spit trails down your chin.

"look at me, chickadee," he commands. you crane your neck to look at him, eyes wide. "fuck, so slutty," he grunts. "you really like this, don't you? fuck- exposing your fucking cunt to every guy, huh? being used as nothing but a filthy fucktoy?"

you shake your head rapidly in disagreement, cheeks heating up. 

"no?" he chuckles darkly. "just my fucktoy, then?"

you reluctantly nod. 

"my stupid lil baby... so pretty with daddy's fingers shoved in her mouth..." he coos, and a surprising, fuzzy feeling emerges from the praise.

his unoccupied hand reaches down in between your thighs to stimulate your clit, rubbing fast circles against the bud. warmth pools and ties a knot in your stomach. the sugared indulgence of release that you'd so craved comes into view; the knot tightening and tightening and you feel fit to burst.

"c-cum for me, baby bird, cum for me, y/n," he stutters, making a guttural sound in the back of his throat. the fingers in your mouth pull out, falling onto your hips. the tight knot bursts into violent fireworks of ecstasy; your cunt gushes around hawks' cock, convulsing madly. the pleasure shatters you, and everything becomes a haze. you go limp against the counter, thighs shaking. you're not sure how much time has passed - hawks had been fucking you through orgasm, and, at one point, came as well.

"hey, feather," he whispers gently to you. "you did so well for me..." he strokes your back, making a plethora of calming coos and humming sounds

"did so well," you mumble. 

"don't worry about anything, dove, i've got it all handled."

your thoughts are all fog, and you allow yourself to lean into hawks. this is one of the rare times you're vulnerable completely to him; at his mercy, after a particularly hard session. rather, it's one of the rare moments that your true feelings are revealed; how your hatred is baseless, built on jealousy and attraction you deny.

not that you'll admit it.

[jaeminscoffee]

Infuriate (m.)

Infuriate- to make someone extremely angry and impatient.

Pairing- Kim Dongyoung x reader

Genre- Smut, Fluff towards the end.

Warnings- dom!doyoung, brat!reader, rough sex, overstimulation, edging, spanking, degradation kink.

Word count- 3.04k

Summary- Pissed Doyoung equals a long night.

(This kinda has references to the kdrama it's okay to not be okay, where gangtae is munyeongs safety pin, but it has my own twist so if you read the story and it feels similar to the kdrama, that's why XD)

Doyoung is known for being the best boyfriend, and you agree. He is in fact the best boyfriend you could ask for. You on the other hand, are known for being a rebel. You were different from the others. You needed someone to be around you so that you wouldn't be constantly punched in the face. That's the sole reason Doyoung fell for you. You didn't give into things as fast as the others. 

In fact, you and Doyoung started off as enemies. One sided hate as you absolutely abhorred his pretty face. His whole 'oh I'm so modest, i never make mistakes so I'm boring' personality pissed you off. He didn't know how to have fun, that was your first impression of him. 

But in reality, Doyoung is way far off from what you'd initially thought. He just needed a pull at a particular string to tick him off, and that thrill of Doyoung turning into a totally different person was what kept you going. 

Doyoung is what your friends called, your safety pin. 

But staying along with you for as long as over two years, he had slowly started losing his sanity, not literally but a little there. He'd started growing less patient each day.

Seeing him burn with anger makes you feel things people are normally not supposed to feel. 

So here you are, trying your extreme best to get your boyfriends attention. By ignoring him. 

"Y/n? Could you get me my phone?" Doyoung asked, looking up from his laptop screen to you who was seated across him, legs hanging over the armrest of your couch, dressed in only an oversized shirt, which of course is his. 

You were on your phone when he called for you, "Hm? " you ask, looking up. "could you please get my phone?" you act as though you're thinking when Doyoung asked you for the second time. "Where is it?" he pointed at the hallway leading to your room with one hand, the other busy typing words quickly.

"Nah, too far" you resume playing on your phone. This is a chance. He needs to have fun. He's been so occupied with his work lately that he's done nothing other than wake you up with a cup of coffee and then kiss you good night. That's it.  

"No..?" he looks up again, confused. "Yeah. No" you emphasize the word 'no'. "come on baby i can't get up right now, please?" he looks at you in a pleading manner. You let out silent giggles, "i can't get up either" he raised his eyebrows at your words, "Why?" Doyoung asked, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"because… i don't want to." you look up once again, giving him a smile. "Y/n please" he said, dragging the word please. "No babe, I'm comfortable right now, i don't want to get up" you wiggle on the couch. 

You hear Doyoung let out a sigh. "Can you come here for a second?" Teasing him is all fun and games until he loses it. Which is exactly what you were aiming for. "didn't i just say i don't want to get up? Jeez honey you're slow". You see his features go hard for a second, massaging the entirety of his face with his hands. "Y/n." 

"Yeaahh?" you ask, having a huge smile on your face. "Come here" he shifted in his seat in a way where he was leaning forward, arms resting on his legs, looking at you with a stoic expression. 

"Nope". 

"Last chance. Come here" he said, looking at you with a daring expression. 

"and I'm telling you for the last time. Nope"  

He got up from his seat, walking around the table and towards the couch. "you're really asking for it aren't you?". Doyoung asked the minute he reached you. "Asking for what? Babe are you okay?" you him, seeing him clench his jaw as you suppress a chuckle from escaping your lips.

"Oh you won't be in a while" He said, picking you up bridal style because of the way you were sitting on the couch. You finally let out the laughter you'd been holding in, which only infuriated Doyoung more. "You're getting angry over this? Thought you'd be better than that" you say, looping your arms around his neck for support, playing with his hair, placing a kiss on his cheeks. "Don't try your luck babe. It's better if you'd just shut up"

With that he started walking towards your room, opening the door in a swift motion, not even bothering to close it, and threw you onto the bed in a not so soft manner. "And? What are you gonna do if I want to try my luck, punish me?" you sat up criss cross on the bed, as Doyoung pulled his shirt over his head. He gave you his infamous glare. Oh you knew that look so well. 

"How about you find it out yourself?" he said, walking into the closet and getting a belt out. "Spanking? Oh dear, I'm so scared" you say, sarcasm dripping from your tone, "Come on Doyoung i know you can do better than that-" "Shut the fuck up." he came back from the closet, his gaze harder than ever, no signs of lust, nothing. Just pure anger. On the contrary though, you were soaked, his tone being one of the factors, the other being you being overly excited of what Doyoung's going to do with you.

"But I don't want to, so make me." you stick your tongue out at him. His jaw clenching harder at the sight. "such a fucking brat" he mumbled under his breath. "Get on all four, slut" his voice had gone dangerously low. You were a little scared alright, but that's the point. 

His anger just made sex so much better. 

"nope" you answer, leaning back lying down on the bed. "bitch" Doyoung said loud enough for you to hear and dropped the belt he held onto the bed, getting onto it himself pulling you down towards the edge of the bed, which was totally unexpected for you so you let out a yelp.

"You're gonna have to own up to your sorry ass now" Doyoung said, looking straight into your eyes before flipping you over with his hands around your waist, gripping your hips once you were stomach flat on the mattress, pulling it up so that your ass was up, basically forcing you into all four, lifting your (his) shirt above your waist. 

"Oh? No panties? You were planning this weren't you? Such a fucking slut" he spoke through gritted teeth, his tone, his actions, his aggressiveness all just turned you on more, "Look at you, you're dripping love" he said parting your cheeks, dipping a finger into your slit.

"You're going to be begging for me to stop by the time I'm done with you" he retreated his fingers causing you to let out a whine. "Stop being all barks and no bites, Doyoung-" you said pushing your hip back, you hear Doyoung let out a shaky breath, moving back to get the belt he had discarded not that long ago. 

"Count, bitch" and there landed one on your left cheek with the metal side of the belt. "I don't want to-" you scream as he holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling it back with aggression. 

"I asked you to fucking count so do it, or watch me leave you here all desperate" that's the last thing you want. You'd acted annoying all week for this, you couldn't just have him leave. "I see, so you don't want to obey, eh? Cool with me-" he said, taking a step back from where he stood. "No! No, please.. " Doyoung smirked. 

Gotcha. 

"Hm..? Please what?" he stood with his arms crossed, the belt still in his hand. "please, I'll obey, just.. Just please don't leave me here" you said, letting down the act you had, melting completely when his hands went back to your core. "then count baby, i don't have the entire day" he retreating, raising his hands up high and letting the metal hit your cheek. "One..", another one landed on top of the last one, this time it stinged, you whined out a complaint,

"Two." then another, "T-three, Doyoung th-that hurts.." you said, tears now flowing down your cheek as a tiny cut had formed due to the metal breaking through the skin. "Does it now? Thank you for the information" he smacked once more. You scream out, "Four,-" he stopped for a while, admiring the bruises now forming on your skin. It looks like it hurts, but you love it and he knows it. He landed another one using his hands this time. "F-five, fuck.." 

You were a sucker for Doyoung manhandling you, this was what you meant when you said that he was the exact opposite from what you thought he was. 

You were caught off guard when he flipped you once again, you wince out as you ass hit the sheets, the burning sensation sending waves of pleasure right into your core that you moan out. 

He looked at you, face to toe, looking so ethereal with tears running down your cheeks, chest heaving up and down to catch your breath, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a rough kiss, sinking his teeth into your bottom lips a little too hard, drawing the tiniest amount of blood out of it.

You hadn't realised, but you'd been crawling up the bed along with Doyoung's body on top of you, as he removed your (his) shirt and threw it back, hand immediately cupping your breast through the material of your bra, causing you to let of a loud moan, mouth wide open. Doyoung took this opportunity to slip his tongue in, exploring the entirety of your mouth, fingers snaking around your body to unhook your bra.

Once that was off your body, Doyoung lowered himself just enough to draw a circle around your nipple, the sensation feeling so good as you squirm, moans and whimpers leaving your mouth as he toyed with your breast. 

He looked up, finally giving you time to breath, "Tsk, look at you, all fucked up just from a little spanking, aren't you a whore for me." his face had an extremely sadistic look to it. His hands made its way down your body, touching your sex, you jolt forward.

"Stay still." he said in a stern tone. He looked at you one last time, looking at your doe eyes staring at him with so much expectation. "Do you think you deserve this?" he asked, the tip of his fingers poking into your core which made you jerk your hips up. "Y-yes! I obeyed everything..-everything you told me to!".

He dipped his fingers a little more, halfway in, "If you promise to stay quiet, you'll get the reward." he spoke, finally shoving the entire finger in as you look at him with your eyes wide open. He slid his fingers in and out at an extremely fast pace, your eyes were tight shut, your hands gripping onto his shoulder from sliding back the sheets. 

Your eyes had still remained shut when you felt the warmth of his skin leave your palm, you opened your eyes to see him completely lowered down, still having his fingers moving, his face directly in front of your core.

Seeing you look at him, he smirked before latching his lips onto your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves around with his tongue. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, Doyoung felt it too as your walls clenched around his fingers. Your hands were over your mouth to keep yourself from letting out any sound. 

When you were at the brink of your orgasm, you felt Doyoung's teeth graze over your clit, causing you to let out a loud moan by accident, regretting almost immediately as he completely stopped his actions causing you to let out a cry. "Come on! I was so close!" Doyoung smiled at you sweetly, "but you made a noise, honey" you were beyond frustrated. "But that's your fault!" you hit his forearm as Doyoung let out a chuckle,

"And you say you deserve a reward huh?" he said causing you to shut your eyes, tears running down as you blink continuously, feeling your high go further and further away. "Yes, If it weren't for your insanely good head giving skills i wouldn't have-" you got cut off by your own moan, as Doyoung shoved his fingers back into you. "You talk a lot".

Your orgasm was now fast approaching, your walls aching due to the constant fast rubbing of his fingers. "Doyoung, oh god, fuck-" you clench around his fingers a little harder. 

"You seem close," he said, the smirk still plastered on his face. His fingers moved faster, you grip onto his hand as you finally reach the long awaited high. 

You let out a squeal of pain, closing your legs tight shut as he kept going, "Did i say you're done?" he pry opened your thighs, tears rolling down faster and more frequently, as Doyoung, for the second time latched onto your clit. 

"Doyoung no i can't fuck-" you felt him chuckle against your bud, the vibration sending you off the edge the second time that night. You flinch away from him when you felt him sucking on the sensitive bud, thighs shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. 

You were too busy trying to catch your breath to notice Doyoung, all rid of his clothes making his way onto the bed once again. 

You were tired, obviously. You didn't know if you could take anymore but it's not like you had a choice.

He looked at you, the look on his face made you whimper, as he once again dragged you towards the edge of the bed using your ankle. "Oh baby, what happened to talking back? Hm?" he asked, lifting your chin up with his index. "D-doyoung.." you rasp out, shutting your eyes tight and opening it again to clear out the blur. "Do you even deserve my dick after how you'd been acting all these days?" you look up at him, Doyoung let out a chain of curses under his breath because of the way you were looking at him. 

"Answer me, bitch. Do you think you deserve it?" he brought his hands down onto your clit, giving it a smack causing you to jolt up. "n-no.." you manage to let out as his fingers never seemed to have left your clit, drawing circles on it with a fast pace. Doyoung watched as you squirm, 

"Then should i be fucking you right now?" he asked, biting his lips, as he watched you arch your back approaching the third orgasm, "beg for it." he said, continuing his actions at a slower pace, the tip of his member entering your core. "Please, Doyoung.. " you say, voice hoarse. "Try again, you know you can do better than that babe" he said, mocking your words from before. 

"Please, Doyoung, please just fuck me, pleas-" he waited no longer and shoved his length into your wetness, squelching noises being produced as he moved his hips at a fast pace in and out of you. You couldn't even scream at this point, voice completely gone due to previous screaming.

The feeling was overwhelming and you were beyond sensitive, Doyoung didn't mind your cries, it being hooded by his own groans as your walls felt just right around his member. "Fuck baby, don't i fuck you e-enough? How are you this tight?" he questioned between thrusts. You moan at his words. He picked up one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder, gripping your thighs tight, the grip would most certainly leave a bruise the next morning.

This new angle allowed him to reach deeper, hitting the one spot that had you clench around him harder. "Doyoung, stop-" you cry out, not really wanting him to stop, and he knew that. 

"Really babe? You want me to stop? Fuck..say the safe word then" his powerful thrusts turning sloppier as he approached his high. You said nothing, whimpering in return as you heard Doyoung scoff. "You could never have enough huh? Such a fucking whore for me" he said. 

He slowed down just a bit as soon as you reached your orgasm, twitching harder, clenching even more around his shaft. 

"shit shit shit.." Doyoung groaned out, looking down at where his length disappeared in and out of you, shutting his eyes close seeing your essence drip out of you and onto the sheets. 

"Doyoung..! " you scream out, jolting up and wrapping your hands around his shoulder as you felt him thrust in deep one last time before shooting his seeds into you. "Fuck, god.." he whined, riding out his high. 

Doyoung pulled out of you, watching his seeds along with yours drip out, as he collected those with his finger and shoved it back into you. 

You try pushing him away as the pleasure now turned into pain "Doyoung, i really can't.-" you sob out, but Doyoung didn't stop, fingering you into a lazy orgasm, which had you clenching your abdomen out of pain. 

Doyoung watched your face churn in pain and pleasure, body covered with sweet and bruises, as he placed a kiss on your temple. 

He got out of the bed, picking you up, and walking towards the bathroom. 

"Are you okay, babe?" he asked, opening the door of the bathroom. You lightly smack his chest. As you look at him with a pout. 

"I hate you so much" your voice came out feeble. 

"Want to go for a second round and see if you can still say you hate me?" he raised his eyebrows up in a teasing manner, laughing when he saw your eyes widen, shaking your head frantically. 

"No!"

[angel-fire]

set my soul alight

summary: loki finally has you right where he wants you.

warnings: slight dubcon, very very nsfw. knife play, enemies to lovers because if you’ve ever spoken to me you know i’m about that shit. as always, don’t read if you’re under 18. 

A/N: okay this is like... almost pure filth i don't even know what to say. but in honor of no nut november being over imma share what i finished writing the second i had an orgasm for the first time in a month. title from supermassive black hole (yes the one from twilight!!)

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You’ve done plenty of stupid things in your life. Chasing whiskey with wine coolers, texting back people you probably should have blocked – deciding that yes, working alongside the Avengers seemed like a perfectly reasonable career path for the rest of your life.

You could deal with the spies, the weapons dealers, the abandoned Hydra bases you’d raided for intel from time to time. You’d made peace with the fact that at any moment, you could be summoned for a mission you wouldn’t return from. And, well, it’s hard to regret your decision when it’s more than just walking the line between life and death. It’s the bonds you make with your teammates, the lifelong friendships you know will last with people that leap into the abyss right alongside you.

Oslo, Norway. It was supposed to be simple. You weren’t supposed to get caught. Taken. The question of how you got here is unnecessary, simply chalking it up to just another ill-advised decision you’d make in your life. If it lasts.

The God of Mischief stands before you, clear blue eyes raking over your bound form as he observes you. Your wrists are tied up above your head by what feels like silk, your ankles tied with the same material, bound to what feels like a post attached to a wooden beam. You’re upright, head lolling around on your shoulders as you rouse into consciousness. You become extremely aware of the fact that you’re still in the jeans and top you were wearing while you were supposed to be undercover earlier. Undetectable. So much for that.

“You’re awake.” Loki remarks, taking a calculated step towards you. No shit, you think. You drink him in, clad in an all black suit with his hair brushing the tops of his shoulders. He’s still disarmingly attractive, which is an in-fucking-convenient thought for you to be having considering he’d kidnapped you about – from what you can assume by the absent sun outside the window to your left – one or two hours ago. “Good. I’ve missed you, darling.”

“What the hell are you doing?” you mumble, tired limbs struggling against your bindings in a futile attempt to free yourself. At least it isn’t rope, you muse. Being tied up with thick ropes and subsequently tased until your bones rattled under your skin had been the least fun you’d had six months ago in Venice. The most fun… well. That’d been involving the god before you, teasing him into a frenzy ending in a hushed whisper of salacious promises detailing the things he would do to you if he got you alone. You suppose decision making is definitely not your strength, because after you’d rebuked his filthy whispers with a mere smirk accompanied by a wink, you expected that to be the end of it. Flirting with the enemy can only get you so far.

“Do you remember what you said to me, that day?” Loki inquires, ignoring your question entirely. “When you’d begged so sweetly into my ear for me to fuck you, to take you in the most filthiest of ways? I’ll admit, you rendered me speechless.” He chuckles to himself at the memory as your face flushes.

“I was not begging, and I didn’t mean it,” you respond automatically, the lie tasting like ash as it slips off your tongue. Loki only smirks, making you internally cringe at yourself. No matter how good a liar you might be to any other enemy, your teammates, your friends - you knew you couldn’t lie to him. Not to the God of Mischief.

He’s not just your enemy, a small part of you whispers. You shove the thoughts down before they can gain any traction.

“I should punish you for trying to lie to me,” he glides closer to you, eyes trained on your heaving chest at having him in such close proximity. “Shouldn’t I?”

There’s an unmistakable sound of a blade being unsheathed, your eyes flicking down to his right hand and widening when he produces a dagger from his wrist. It’s long, sharp, the light of the moon reflecting along its blade as it glints at you. You shudder instinctively, fear and arousal licking up your spine the longer your stare lingers on it.

“You were always my favorite,” Loki muses, standing a breath away from you as he draws the knife closer and closer to your body. “So headstrong. Unbreakable. I do look forward to seeing you fall apart for me.”

“Fuck off, Loki,” you snap, pulling against the silk ties at your wrists once more, realizing that they’ve likely been spelled to stay put. You would have been able to break free by now if they weren’t. That’s what you tell yourself, at least. “I’m not doing anything for you.”

“Oh, you’ll beg for me, I know it,” he chuckles darkly. “I can practically smell your fear. The way your body responds so deliciously to it. You’re dripping in spite of it, because of it.  And if I did this-“ he raises the sharp edge of the knife up to the base of your throat, dragging it across the length of your clavicle to where it meets your shoulder. You shiver in anticipation, toes curling, and his eyes flash. “-you wouldn’t be able to hide just how much it excites you.”

“Shut up,” You gasp, watching the tip of the blade travel over your shoulder and, with a quick maneuver of Loki’s wrist, tear through the fabric of your top. “God, Loki, what the fuck?”

“Don’t act like you’re not aroused by the feeling of the steel against your skin alone,” he counters, dragging the blade clean through your top all the way down to its hem, effectively exposing your left side. “Knowing I could hurt you so easily if I applied just-“ he presses the knife’s tip into the delicate skin of covering your rib cage ever so slightly, drawing a shaky breath from you as you feel the rush of arousal flood between your legs. “-the right amount of pressure. Your body betrays you, little mortal.”

“You’re sadistic.” You breathe, unable to deny the urge to clench your thighs together to relieve the ache between them.

“Maybe,” Loki simply chuckles, pulling the knife away from you and flipping it between his nimble fingers in a way that makes your eyelids flutter and your heart race. His left hand travels up your other side, drawing your top above your breasts, gathering the material in his hand as he yanks you close. “But you love it, don’t you?”

You have no time to answer before his lips connect with yours, teeth biting at your lips and tongue curling around yours as you gasp into his mouth. The taste of his tongue sends you into a tailspin, wrists straining not just to escape, but to bury themselves into his raven hair and drag him closer. You chastise yourself for feeling this way, but when Loki pulls away and promptly lowers to his knees before you, your mind goes blank.

“Fuck,” you whisper, watching with wide eyes as he takes his knife and cuts straight through your flimsy jeans, waistline to ankle. You hope he doesn’t notice the way you tremble in excitement ever so slightly, but when you hear him hum quietly in approval, you realize it’s useless to try to hide it from him. Well, he is a god, you muse.

“There it is,” he murmurs, lithe fingers teasing at your skin as he cuts your jeans completely off of you, tossing the remaining scraps of it somewhere to his left. “You’re lovely when you give in, darling.”

“I won’t, you bastard,” you curse, shutting your eyes tightly and tilting your head back in an effort to delay the inevitable.

“You will.” He promises, and you feel the tip of the blade dance up your ankle, over your knee, pausing at your thigh as he brings it inwards towards your femoral artery, before passing over the crevice between where your thigh meets your sex to play at your hip bone. Loki lightly traces indiscernible patterns along your skin with the knife, and your spine alights with pleasure as heat builds in your core. He’s teasing, building up to something else, and you know it by the way he growls as he senses you becoming more and more aroused by the second, trading the knife for both his hands as he pries your thighs apart as far as they can go in your position. Your eyes snap open at the feeling of his hands on you, so close to where you want him, so close to where he’s very capable of making you give in.

The last coherent thought you have is about how you can no longer feel the tightness of silk binding your ankles, but the last thing you feel is Loki’s dark chuckle against your thigh before he dives in.

His tongue plunges deep into your pussy, lithe digits holding you open for him as your thighs shake and your legs ache to be released, to wrap around his head and squeeze in retaliation for this assault of pleasure. He pulls away just enough to raise his dark eyes up to yours, a sly grin dancing across his lips.

“Oh, Agent... Your cunt tastes absolutely divine.” Loki purrs, long tongue flicking out of his mouth to catch your essence spread across his lips. No sooner after, he dives back in, the wet muscle of his tongue flicking against your clit and urging your hips to arch into his mouth. He drinks from you voraciously, hungrily, a man starved of touch for so long that he can’t get enough when he finally has it.

“I wonder if your precious Avengers know just how sweetly you moan for their enemy,” he coos into your thigh as he takes a moment’s pause. “I wonder if maybe I should make them watch, next time. Watch you come apart at my touch, my tongue.”

The feral expression on his face as he devours you combined with the sounds of your slick heat between your legs in response to his ministrations causes you to let out a high pitched moan, jerking your hips wildly, to which Loki simply buries his face further into your folds. He wrenches your thighs even further apart and wraps your legs around his neck, ankles crossed between his shoulder blades as you clench around his tongue while his hands press bruises into your thighs. You’re helpless in resisting, taut body tensing above him as you hurtle towards your peak at an alarming rate.

“I feel you holding back, darling,” he murmurs against you, the rumble of his voice rippling through you like an electric shock. You let out a gasp when he inserts a long finger up and into you, making you tremble with delirious pleasure as you give another sharp moan. “Let go for me. Give in. Let me make you come.”

You squeak when he pushes another finger into your wet heat, stretching you open as he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, your body unable to hold your release in any longer as you come apart in a wave of unbridled passion. You’re nearly bent backwards in half, Loki’s arms holding you up by your quivering thighs as you come into his mouth. He laps at you greedily, emitting growls that reverberate against your pussy, drawing whimpering moans from you when it only seems to prolong your orgasm. You’re lost in rapture, hands grasping for something to hold onto in an attempt to stay grounded but coming up with nothing but cold air and the sensation of silk on your wrists.

Loki’s already gazing up at you with darkened eyes, fingers lazily pumping in and out of you as you come down from your high. “Feel good, do you? You sang so beautifully for me, little mortal.”

You huff indignantly, narrowed eyes lowering to meet his blown pupils that surely mirror your own. “Don’t think this means anything.”

“It’s valiant of you to believe you aren’t already mine.” Loki hisses, dragging his fingers out of you and, as he rises from his feet, abruptly shoving them into your mouth. You inhale sharply around his fingers, the taste of yourself on your tongue jarring and intensified by his face nearing yours once more. Your eyes lock, and the challenge in his stare nearly makes you submit completely. Nearly.

Eyes still trained on his, you throw him a salacious wink before circling your tongue around his fingers, lightly sucking them into your mouth as you watch his stare grow darker and his breathing become heavier.

“Oh,” Loki rasps, voice thick with arousal. “You’re a little minx, aren’t you?”

Abruptly once more, he pulls his fingers from your mouth and winks in retaliation as he licks the rest of you off himself, humming in delight as he tastes the mix of your cum and saliva on his tongue. With the same hand, he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back to look up at him. A pang of arousal shoots through you and you let out a quiet whimper, Loki’s breath fanning across your face as his eyes scan your features.

“You want it, don’t you?” He beckons in a low voice, removing his hand from your hair to grip your jaw with bruising pressure. “You want my cock so deep in you that you see stars.”

With your breath trembling, you mutter what you hope comes off as an affirmation in a moment of pleasure-induced weakness. You take his satisfied smirk as confirmation that it did.

“Now,” he purrs into your ear, lips tracing down the length of your jawline and up to your mouth. You’re shaking with it, this need that could only be sated by his touch and his alone. “Are you mine?”

You’re breathless, aching for more – of his tongue, his lips, his cock. You manage to shoot him a sly smirk of your own, craning your neck towards him to whisper in his ear. You know the answer, and he knows it too, but you don’t pass up an opportunity to make just one more ill-advised decision.

“Why don’t you untie me and find out?”

[crashbandicootfan-101]

This is going to be VERY long!

I'm creating this mainly so that I myself, as well as everyone else, remember which OCs of mine are canon. I'm also going to re-explain who said OCs are, just as a refresher. Oh yeah, and I'm also going to mention certain events that pertain to this AU in particular. Keep in mind that as of right now, I have yet to give this AU a proper name. There is another reason I am making this: I simply keep changing what is canon and what is not. I am ALSO creating this because I have yet to post all of my OCs and I kind of want to explain who they are before putting them on here.

My only OCs that are canon are Raven, Stormy, Aisleen, Natalie, Subject 21, Markus, Princess Beatrix, Empress Roberta, Violet, Ashley Norm, Brandon, Ashley Thomas, Lyra, and Princess Lily.

Raven is the older sister of Violet. She was overprotective of her, which eventually drove Violet mad, so she ran away. Even though Raven later discovered that Violet had even moved to a distant planet in the 1st Dimension to get away from it all, she didn't seem to worry too much about her safety.

Stormy is the cousin of Raven and Violet. There isn't much to say about her, other than she is a tomboy. That's...all there pretty much is to her.

Aisleen met Cortex, N. Gin, N. Brio, and N. Tropy during high school while she was pretending to be an exchange student from Scotland. N. Tropy was pretty much a jerk to the other three boys until Aisleen made him eventually see the error of his ways, and the four became fast friends. It wasn't long after that that Aisleen revealed her true identity to her new friends. In actuality, she is from the 10th Dimension and is one of the Masters of Darkness. Strange occurrences were seen at the Academy of Evil for the next few months until it was revealed who the culprit was: Lyra, who revealed herself to be from the same dimension as Aisleen; she also happens to be a MoD. After a grueling battle, it was Lyra who was defeated and she was thus sent back to her own dimension. It was after that that Aisleen revealed why she went to the 1st Dimension: to find her twin sister, who had been missing for years. She fled the academy after that, as she knew that her sister was nowhere to be found in that area. As the years went by, Cortex formed a team known simply as Team Cortex and had a castle built for him, which was dubbed Cortex Castle. He then had several animals mutated, but shortly after, a "newcomer" who was dressed in a black hood showed up to the island in an attempt to destroy Cortex and his fellow villains. Needless to say, the newcomer was defeated. She took her hood off, revealing herself to be none other than Aisleen, much to the shock of Cortex and his school friends. With Uka Uka's permission, Aisleen was allowed on the team and has been fighting by their side ever since. As time passed, Aisleen and N. Tropy began falling in love with each other and they eventually began to date. They got married only a year after, and they had a child about ten months after. Their child happens to be Natalie Time Tropy. And no, N. Tropy did not come up with her middle name. It was Aisleen that did, actually. Aisleen and her missing sister did not get to see each other again until about eighteen years after Natalie was born.

Natalie is the daughter of Aisleen and N. Tropy, meaning she is a mix between a human and a cat. She is Nina's best friend, although the two have nothing in common. Even for a villain, Natalie seems a bit too kind. Still, she aids her villains as best she can, mainly when her father is involved. There was a time, though, that she betrayed Cortex and the others and joined Team Crash. When her father became much of a nuisance for the heroes, however, she and N. Brio (who had temporarily joined the side of good as well) were forced to rejoin Team Cortex. Ever since then, Natalie has been acting a bit more...sinister than usual, but not by much. She usually only harms others when N. Tropy orders her to, but that rarely ever happens.

Subject 21 is personally my favourite of the OCs that I have created. She is a demon known as a Nightmarw from a world known as Nightfall. The only portal that leads to her world is in a book, which there is only one copy of. Let me try to shorten her backstory as best I can. At the age of five, her parents died and she began blaming herself for such a tragedy, so she was sent to an asylum for being so-called "insane." What really made her insane, though, were the experiments she was eventually put through in the asylum. After a while, her psychiatrist simply got tired of her, so he killed her. I'm not sure if anyone was wondering, but if you were, 21 died from body disembowelment and dismemberment. Oh yeah, I almost forgot--she was given the name "Subject 21" due to the fact that she was the twenty-first child to be experimented on in the asylum. Oh yeah, and she was killed at the age of 18. Just thought I'd mention that. One more thing: she only became a demon because someone attempted to resurrect her. When you try to resurrect somebody who was already insane to begin with, it tends to have its consequences. Currently, no one in the world, not even herself, knows her true name.

There isn't really much to say about Markus. He is Natalie's boyfriend. The two met, of course, sometime during school. They have currently been dating for two years now. Markus secretly wants to propose to Natalie in the future.

Princess Beatrix is the daughter of Emperor Velo and Empress Roberta. She once explained to the earthlings that her father was once a robot, but someone experimented on him (against his will, of course) and made his tall and obese form be able to function as an actual being, meaning he can have children and such. Anyway, although Beatrix is a princess, she doesn't wish to be. Throughout her childhood, she would often act like a tomboy and was rather violent. Although not a tomboy any longer, she still has a sadistic side. Beatrix happens to be the niece of Nitros Oxide, who I made Emperor Velo's brother in all of my AUs. Beatrix happens to be related to an earthling: Natalie Tropy. The two are cousins, being as Beatrix's mother is Aisleen's sister.

Empress Roberta is, of course, the husband of Emperor Velo XXVII. Before they got married, Roberta was nothing more than a servant under the employ of Emperor Velo. She was his most loyal subject, at that. He soon found himself infatuated with her, and he was actually quite disgusted with himself for having those feelings, being as he normally shows no emotion rather than anger. After Roberta made one little mishap, she was brutally punished by Velo. It was only a couple weeks later that she discovered she was pregnant with his child. It was after that that Velo decided to confess his feelings for Roberta, and the two got married that same day. After their child was born, they named it Beatrix. Soon after, Roberta mysteriously disappeared. It wasn't until Beatrix was 19 that Roberta was found on Earth, pretending that she had lost her memories. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention one thing: Roberta and Velo actually had twins, Princesses Beatrix and Lily. Lily is the last OC I will talk about on here.

Violet is Big Norm's girlfriend. The two were best friends throughout their childhood. Even after the two did not see each other for years, they remained the best of friends. Sometime after Violet moved to Kobold, the planet on which Emperor Velo is ruler (yes, I decided to give that planet a name), she revealed to everyone that she is from the 10th Dimension and is a Master of Darkness, but she also promised to do more good than harm to the planet. Strange occurrences were soon seen on Kobold, and the culprit was later discovered to be Lyra. Brandon, Violet's ex-boyfriend, was also in on what was going on. The two tried to destroy Violet but ultimately failed, and they were sent back to the 10th Dimension, where they are from as well. After that, Big Norm confessed his true feelings toward Violet and the two began to date. They have currently been together for twenty years, although they have yet to get married.

Ashley Norm is the daughter of Big Norm and Violet. She is an eighteen-year-old tomboy who plays video games for a living. She keeps claiming she is Beatrix's best friend, but the princess doesn't acknowledge her presence half of the time. Ashley Norm's greatest rival is Natalie, although it has never been explained why.

Brandon is Violet's abusive ex. That is exactly why she broke up with him: he was rather abusive to her in the past. He was so angry about it that he even attempted to destroy Violet, with the help of Lyra. The two were, of course, defeated and were sent back to their own dimension: the 10th Dimension.

Ashley Thomas and Subject 21 became immediate friends when they met each other in the asylum. Back then, Ashley T. was known as Subject 53, but she discovered her true name when a stranger helped her escape the asylum (this was after 21's death, of course). After Ashley T. and her former mentor attempted to resurrect 21--well, let's just say it backfired and 21 turned into a demon instead, causing turmoil around London. It was then that 21 became enemies with her former friend, simply because Ashley T. is a human. Sometime after 21 became part of a prophecy and was forced to aid Crash and his friends, and even foes, save the world from destruction, she suddenly began to remember who Ashley T. was and the two became friends once again. After that, 21 joined Team Cortex and has been getting along with mortals a little better.

Lyra is the rival of both Aisleen and Violet in particular. She attempted to destroy Aisleen on Earth but failed. Sometime later, she managed to escape the 10th Dimension again and tried to destroy Violet instead, on Kobold. Again, she failed and was banished to the 10th Dimension for her transgressions.

Princess Lily is the twin sister of Princess Beatrix. The two are sworn enemies, needless to say. You see, when it was declared that Beatrix was to become the heir to the throne, Lily was downright furious and attempted to murder her entire family. She, of course, failed and was banished to the 10th Dimension. For some reason, though, she keeps managing to escape. Why this is, not even Emperor Velo knows. Every time she makes an appearance, she attempts to destroy both her family (particularly Beatrix) and the earthlings.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION for Switch ;; Haunted Dark Bridal - Laito Ending 2 [MANSERVANT]

–> You will unlock this ending by making the SADISTIC choices.

ー The scene starts at the party hall

Yui: ( I’m waiting here because Laito-kun told me to do so but…Why here out of all places? )

( A Vampires’ castle...might be a perfect fit for someone no longer human such as myself though. )

ー The door opens

Yui: Laito-kun?

Laito: I’m back, Bitch-chan.

Yui: ...!? W-What happened!? Your appearance...There’s blood...

Laito: I killed that guy.

Yui: That guy?

Laito: Karlheinz, you see.

Yui: ...

Laito: That guy whom nobody was able to kill, I finally ended him.

Aah, Bitch-chan...It’s all thanks to you! ...Now I’m the heir to this household!

Yui: ...

Laito: ーー Aah, thank you! Thank you so much, Bitch-chan!

Haah...This is the best feeling ever. I feel like I’m about to come just from knowing that guy no longer exists in this world. 

Yui: Should I...congratulate you now?

Laito: Nfu~ Exactly. Although, I never was all that focused on becoming the heir to the throne.

Besides, I’m sure that guy has been eagerly waiting for this day to arrive as well.

Yui: Eagerly awaiting...? So he wanted to die?

Laito: Of course. To use Vampires, death is a very joyous event.

It’s something worth celebrating. Living in this world holds no meaning to those who have had eternal life bestowed upon them.

Well then, Bitch-chan. I’ll give you your reward. Come over here.

Yui: ...Okay.

Laito: Nfu~ You’ve become so honest. ...Although seeing you fight back the whole time wasn’t bad either.

ー Laito snaps his fingers

Yui: ...?

Laito: Your reward is on its way.

Yui: ( ...!? I wonder why...I feel uneasy... )

Laito: A special reward for the person I love.

Yui: ( Something is...approaching? )

ー A bunch of familiars burst in through the window

Laito: Aah, there they are.

Yui: What!?

Laito: Nfu~ Is this your first time seeing them? They’re my underlings.

Familiars: ...

Laito: As your reward, I’ll give you special permission to play with them.

Yui: Play...!?

Familiars: ...

Yui: ( W-What’s wrong with these people...!? They’re like emotionless dolls... )

ー The familiars gather around Yui

Yui: Let me go...! What are these people doing...!?

Laito: I just told you they’re familiars. More specifically..What remains of the past brides, I suppose.

Do you understand? As someone who was able to become a true bride, you might be the enemy in their eyes, you see? 

Yui: ...!

N-No...Stop!

Laito: Nfu~ What a great showing, Bitch-chan!

These ones don’t have any memories from when they were still alive, you know. However, I made sure to return to them the frustration they felt over dying after failing to become a bride. 

At this rate, you might just get killed, huh? Nfufu~

ー The familiars continue to assault Yui

Yui: No...It hurts...Please...Stop!

Laito: Aah...You’re so cute. I can’t get enough. Even though it’s with emotionless familiars, I could almost come to hate you...

Haah...The jealousy inside of me is swelling up and slowly changing into pleasure...Haah...

Yui: No...!!

Laito: Nfu~ ...Aah...So good...Incredible...Bitch-chan...You’re such a cutie...

Come on, familiars, make her feel even better.

Yui: Uu...! Just...What part of this...Is a reward!?

Laito: It’s more than plenty as a reward! Don’t you love pain?

Although...I suppose they’re kind of in the way.

ー Laito kills the familiars

Yui: ...!

Laito: Fufu ーー Even when covered in the blood of those lowlives, you really are so incredibly dirty and obscene...

You poor little thing...I’ll lick you clean from head to toe, okay? Everything...Down to the very last drop...

Come on, Bitch-chan...This is the start of our eternal night. Look this way.

Yui: ...Haah...

Laito: Yes...What a good girl...So cute. Nn...Nn...

ー He kisses her

Yui: ( I...can’t take it anymore...My sensations are going numb... )

( Do I have no other choice but to fall at this rate...? )

Laito: Yui, I’ll never let you go. Not until we drop down to hell together.

ーー I love you.

Yui: Laito-kun...Me too...

( I wonder if this is a punishment towards me for tossing aside my humanity and becoming a Vampire )

( I just...no longer understand any of this... )

ーー HE END ーー 

[norbah]

Tezcatlipoca

-Caster (5*)

Some Servants enjoy the height of their power with the sun at its zenith, but Tezcatlipoca works best in the shadows. He is one of the four creator gods in the Aztec pantheon, and ruler of the north. A deity with an impressive portfolio, he has a variety of skills to ensure his Master’s victory over the other Grail War participants. The god of night, sorcery, obsidian, treachery, the north, divination, jaguars, and beauty, he is certainly a capable and intelligent ally to have. But if there has ever existed a Servant you must never trust, it is Tezcatlipoca.

His many abilities make him a terror outside combat, and he favors underhanded tactics worthy of an Assassin. If it is up to him, he will never enter open combat. Poison, daggers in the night, seduction, kidnapping, and misdirection are all tools in his arsenal, which he is far from afraid of using. Not only can he turn invisible, he is an accomplished shapeshifter, good enough to even fool the other gods, and his list of misdemeanors is extensive. Perhaps most famously, he drugged Quetzalcoatl and tricked them into sleeping with their own sister, but that was far from the most terrible thing he’s managed. Tezcatlipoca is indirectly responsible for each of the last 4 worlds’ ends. He relishes throwing wrenches into others’ plans and happiness, and poisonous, deceitful words come as naturally to him as breathing does to mortals. Whether it be charming a beautiful woman to his side or convincing somebody an utter falsehood is true about themselves, his silver tongue is something to be reckoned with.

To trust Tezcatlipoca is to lose the War. At some point, perhaps several, he will attempt to betray his Master. Not out of any real malice, but simply because that’s who he is. The last time he cooperated successfully with somebody, the world was still being shaped. “No hard feelings” may as well be this being’s catchphrase. However, paradoxically, he may also demonstrate an extreme protectiveness over his Master. All mages and sorcerers are under his protection, after all, and this one in particular moreso. If anybody will screw them over, it will be him. Nobody else.

This is not to say he’s unapproachable. Quite the contrary; Tezcatlipoca is charming by nature, and is relatively easy to get along with, so long as a modicum of respect is shown. But his Master would be wise to remember that tolerance is not the same thing as friendship, and most assuredly not the same thing as loyalty, and Tezcatlipoca WILL betray even his most favorite human on a whim. It’s also recommended to avoid insults, even playful ones. Under his easy smile, he has quite the temper, and will not forget a slight easily, if at all.

Although he was a skilled diviner, the nature of the War is chaotic enough that his Clairvoyance is impeded. Although he finds this disappointing, the chaos and unpredictability of it all are also exciting for him, and he intends to make the most of this experience.

Much like Huitzilopochtli, he demands sacrifice from his Master in order to restore his mana. But unlike the former, he does not require someone’s death. He is content enough to drink some of his Master’s blood every day, but in a dark twist, he wants his Master to let the blood out themselves so he can drink it. In his own words, “I want not just your blood. I want you to offer up your pain to me as well.”

In the context of the Grand Order, he is still an untrustworthy figure, but being surrounded by other schemers such as Moriarty, he can find ways to pass the time that don’t directly involve screwing over the last Master of Chaldea. Though he does not truly respect them the way Huitzilopochtli does, he finds them intriguing and curious, which is reason enough for him to follow along with their lead. They are, after all, perhaps the single worst mage he has ever come across, and yet have accomplished things that far more experienced magi would have fallen short of.

Tezcatlipoca was the protector god of slaves (known as the “Beloved of Tezcatlipoca”), sorcerers, and social pariahs. In other words, he rooted for the underdog. And in the plan for the Restoration of Humanity, there is no greater underdog than Gudao\Gudako.

This does not mean that he won’t attempt to mess with them, of course, but it does mean that his pranks and plots are considerably less vicious than they’d otherwise have been. Food and drink offered by him are always to be refused all the same. He is banned from entering the kitchen at Quetzalcoatl’s suggestion, but unfortunately the prohibition has only made him more eager to sneak in and perform some mischief.

As he delights in all carnal pleasures, it is also not uncommon to find Tezcatlipoca attempting to seduce the female Servants, and even some of the male ones. Despite his untrustworthy reputation, he has an easy charm about him, unlike the brusque nature of Huitzilopochtli. Marital status means nothing to him. Thankfully, his success has been impeded by the efforts of individuals concerned for the public morals of Chaldea, but he is nothing if not tenacious.

All in all, Tezcatlipoca is untrustworthy, sneaky, and capable of great cruelty for no other reason than simple boredom. However, he is also charming, knows how to have a good time, and gets the job done, no matter what it takes to do it. He is a lot more involved with the general antics of Chaldea than Huitzilopochtli is, but this is not necessarily a good thing.

PASSIVE SKILLS

Presence Concealment C

He is a skilled shapeshifter, and can fool even gods when transformed. The other gods were unaware for a very long time that Tezcatlipoca and the jaguar god Tepeyollotl were one and the same. Among his favored forms are a feeble old man, a jaguar, a turkey, a large spider, or a small black dog. While in animal form, he is not detectable by other Servants unless they are specifically looking for something non-humanoid. If so, he is as visible as any other Servant in plain sight would be.

Territory Creation B-/EX

Unlike other Casters, he can’t create a Bounded Field easily. He must have a temple, or even a shrine, in order to properly create one. This is a time-consuming and demanding task, but if managed, Tezcatlipoca’s Field becomes stronger than most. Within this area, his Clairvoyance is fully powered, and nothing can escape his sight. What’s more, any intruders are much more vulnerable to suggestion, or even subjugation of their will. He is, after all, Titlacauan, “He Whose Slaves We All Are”. The larger the shrine, the more pronounced the effects. As civilians wander into the area, he may draw them in as worshipers, as laborers at the temple... or as sacrifices.

Clairvoyance A- (Unusable in FGO except as a plot point, due to the impracticality of building a temple to him before every battle)

By looking into the hearts of humanity, Tezcatlipoca can see their darkest desires, as well as which of those desires they’re most likely to act on. This gives him a rather decent chance to predict how somebody will act in a given situation.

ACTIVE SKILLS Self-Modification B

Tezcatlipoca can take on many strange and terrible forms, and delights in using each of them to perform his mischief.

——— Increase C. star gather rate

The First Sun

Tezcatlipoca volunteered to be the first world’s Sun. But for some reason, perhaps his status as a night god, or the recent loss of his leg, he could only become half a sun. After an argument with Quetzalcoatl turned ugly, the latter knocked Tezcatlipoca out of the sky with a huge club. In his rage, Tezcatlipoca unleashed a rain of jaguars which devoured every living thing on Earth. This is considered by some to be the beginning of their rivalry, though some records indicate their feud had been going on long before this event.

——— Decrease NP Gauge (Demerit) (10%)

——— Greatly increase own Atk (3 turns)

——— Increase Critical strength

Necoc Yaotl

“The Enemy to Both Sides” is an apt descriptor for this tricky god. To fight alongside him is to play with fire, and even if he is on your side, you can never fully drop your guard. He is a true friend to nobody, and is simply looking for an excuse to either reward or punish others, as the fancy takes him. It is simply who he is.

——— 50% chance to greatly increase allies’ Def and Atk (not own) (3 turns)

——— If effect is not activated, lower allies’ Def (not own) (3 turns)

——— (increasing buff chance highly recommended) NOBLE PHANTASM

Name: The Smoking Mirror

Rank: A

Class: Quick

Type: Anti-Personnel

“Heh... Heh heh. Run. Hide, if you wish. The Smoking Mirror reveals you. The Night Wind will carry your screams. Do me a favor and cry out my name... Yohualli Ehecatl. Tepeyollotl. Ome Acatl. ... Tezcatlipoca. Ah... I FOUND YOU.”

Among his many titles, none is more well-known than this one. The obsidian mirror hanging from his chest allowed him to look into both this world and the spiritual one. No enemy was beyond Tezcatlipoca’s reach. Of all the gods, he relished retaliation the most. When at last he struck, he left no room open for a counterattack. Now, as a Servant, he can follow and assault his foe even if they take spirit form. This is the combination of Clairvoyance and his sadistic desire to bestow suffering upon another. This is the true essence of Tezcatlipoca.

——— Apply Evade (1 turn)

——— Apply Sure Hit (1 turn)

——— Remove Guts buff from 1 enemy, if applicable

——— Deal very heavy damage to 1 enemy

——— Deal special damage to Earth and Star Servants, or ghost type enemies.(effect increases with Overcharge) Name: Hurakan (unusable in FGO)

Rank: EX

Class: N/A

Type: Anti-Fortress/Anti-World

The Aztec gods were as much a natural phenomenon as they were sentient deities. The Nahua people’s greatest fear regarding Tezcatlipoca was their belief that he could destroy and pull down the sky, killing all living things in the process. It would not be the first time that he wiped the Earth of life, having personally done so twice before. Thankfully, as a Servant, his power is greatly reduced, and such a feat is beyond him. That does not mean he is defenseless, and is still capable of leveling a small city as a last resort, albeit at a great mana cost. The name Hurakan, one of his Mayan identities, is the root for the word “hurricane”. Some believe Tezcatlipoca may be the mightiest deity in Mesoamerica.

Additional quotes for other Servants Quetzalcoatl: “Oooh, what have we here... Hiya, “KuKu”! How’re you doing? Aww, no smile for old Tezca? Don’t tell me Quetzalpetatl is here too! Eh heh heh!”

Tezcatlipoca’s most assholeish of traits can best be seen when he interacts with Quetz. He can’t seem to resist rubbing the time he humiliated her in her face, and goads her every chance he gets. His verbal barbs are much sharper than hers, and so she often resorts to trying to beat him senseless with her macahuitl while he runs away cackling. In other words, they act as dysfunctional siblings.

Jaguar Warrior: “Hey, hey! I remember you! Wow, you’ve really made a name for yourself. ... Eh? Hold a grudge? Why would I? You kicked my ass pretty good that last time. Glad I didn’t make you a Saber, that could have been much worse...”

Surprisingly, he’s not lying. Tezcatlipoca appreciates a good turnaround more than most, and he thinks Taiga pulling one over him was a thing of beauty. He still does his best to play mean jokes on her, but they seem to be in a different spirit than with others. Almost like a boy pulling a girl’s pigtails... That said, he has locked her out of her room on several occasions, to, as he said, “See how she likes getting kicked out”. So, perhaps he’s not as over it as he says...

Nero: “Eh heh heh... I know what you are. Don’t give me that look. I can see into the hearts of men as easily as you look through a window. Smile, and laugh, and sing all you want. What you did is written in blood. My favorite type of ink.”

The Smoking Mirror allowed Tezcatlipoca to look inside of people. Hiding your guilt from him is near impossible, and he will never let you forget it. Nero is a particular source of delight for him, as her desperate attempts to hide who she was in life are the exact sort of thing he likes holding over people’s heads. He may never actually act on it, but the possibility exists. And knowing that they know he knows is more than enough for him.

Jack: “... I was not there for you. For this, I am sorry. You are, all of you, my Beloved, yet you were alone. ... Mommy takes care of you, you say? Then I’ll take care of Mommy for you. Does that sound good?”

Orphans, while technically under the wing of another god, are close enough to the spurned that Tezcatlipoca might feel sympathy or even concern for them. Of course, he is far from fit as a guardian, but the fact that Gudao/Gudako takes care of any and all who seek it, Tezca looks on a little more favorably in their direction. Jack is one of the few people he abstains from messing with.

Arachne: “Hm? Why the glare, little miss? Is there something in my teeth? Ah, it’s that pesky mortal blood I had earlier, isn’t it? I can never seem to get it out... Eee hee hee, no need to look so scary! It’s just a joke, a joke! ... Well, maybe it’s a joke.”

It’s clear to anybody with eyes in their head that Arachne dislikes gods and divinities in general. Perhaps the clarity of the situation is what makes Tezcatlipoca so determined to provoke her every time he sees her. When asked about the wisdom of antagonizing a specialized anti-Divine Servant so persistently, he simply said he finds Arachne to be fun.

[bucky-iss-bae]

Love over Fear (Billy Russo x Reader)

Love over Fear - Billy Russo x Reader 

A/N: I'm the worst at kidnapping scenes. I just, this is a whole MESS. Hope ya’ll still like it though, took 10yrs to write because idk I was lazy. 

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Fandom: Marvels The Punisher 

Prompts:  I almost lost you kiss -  Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths – You don’t have to act like you’re ok. 

Warnings: Kidnapping, lowkey angst, lowkey fluff 

Word count: 2750

Hope you all Enjoyyyy xoxo Feedback is always appreciated

THIS HASNT BEEN PROOFREAD PROPERLY. ISSA WHOLE MESS XOXO

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You always knew the risks that came with Billy Russo, but you chose to ignore them. Mainly because you loved him, but also because you felt safe around him. You know that his line of work meant he always had an enemy around the corner, you knew that you were seen as his weakness. You two weren’t one for PDA, instead chose to show your affection towards one another behind closed doors, at parties, galas, and other formal events you were on his arm, stood side by side. He often worried that this would put you in danger, by being around him, by standing by his side through good and bad, but you still chose to support him. 

The one day you were taken though, he didn’t realise how much he needed you until you were gone,

“Wake up bitch” You felt someone rip something from across your mouth, you slowly squinted your eyes open, your head pounding. You were sat in a dimly lit room, a man you recognised as someone Billy hated, though you weren’t sure who he was specifically. You were scared, to say the least. Last you remembered was reaching in your bag ready to unlock your apartment door, and now you’re here.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as this man crouched down in front of you a gun in his hands,

“Good” he murmured a sadistic smirk on his face, “Now, what’s going to happen. Everyone knows you’re Russo's girl, and people see the way you two are, they know that you’re not just a fling are you? No. You know this man better than his own marine buddies do, so when I ask a question about him, you’re going to be a good girl, and you’re going to answer. Do you understand”

You face twisted into anger, trying not to show the fear that you felt. You knew that Billy would soon realise you’re missing, and he’s got the resources to find you.  

“If you know that I’m not just a fling, then you’ll also know that Billy won’t let you get away with hurting me”

“Who says Billy has to find out huh sweetheart”

You couldn’t help but grimace at the man stood in front of you, “Your first mistake is underestimating the man you’re trying to get information on. Your second mistake is taking someone that’s important to him”

You weren’t sure where your bravery came from as you stared this man in the face, you had faith in Billy, but you didn’t have faith in yourself right now. You were scared, but your words told you otherwise.

“Considering you're the one tied up right now, you seem to think your man is really coming to save you huh” He grumbled

“But how about this,” He said pushing the gun into your ribs, “You start talking, you’ve gotta know Russo’s business, all of his businesses”

You bit your tongue, not wanting to come out with a sarcastic comment which probably would get you shot, instead, you shook your head, hoping to buy some time, “I know that he was trained as a marine. That he has his own security company. That he’s capable of finding me, and once he does well, you can ask him those questions then, or you can beg for your life, either way, you’ll get your face to face with him and he’ll have all the answers for you”

“How about, you start talking, and I won’t give the two of you, matching scars”

He slowly placed the gun back in his holster before pulling a knife out, he played with it for a few seconds, that sadistic smirk coming back onto his face, he looked at you the sadistic smirk coming back on his face, the fear settled in your stomach.

“What? Nothing to say about your knight in shining armour?” He asked tracing the blade across your face,

Before you had the chance to say anything, you heard a bomb explode, seconds later you heard rounds of guns going off, loads of shouting, the man in front of you grabbed out his gun, staring at the door.

You were hoping that this really was your knight in shining armour because you have no clue what he would do if you got shot or killed. You trusted Billy blindly, you both often worried about where his line of work would end up with you, and by that, you knew his enemies weren’t the nicest people, and you both knew that you were both his strong and weak link.

“Who the fuck is here” He yelled back to you,

“Either someone that wants to kill you, someone that wants to save me, or both. Well... hopefully, both. If not we’re both screwed”

He glanced back at you, before glancing at the door when the handle began to shake. Seconds later he had a knife at your throat, your body went completely rigid, feeling the cold blade pressing against your neck. Your breath caught in your throat, trying not to jump when the door was kicked open,

Billy came storming in a few of his men behind him, he put his hand up signalling for them to stop as soon as he saw you, you knew Billy better than anyone, you could read his face, and right now there was both fear and rage in his eyes. He stared at you before his gaze shifted towards the knife at your throat and then the man holding it,

“Looks like you’ve got your face to face” You bit out at the man,

His grip tightened on you, and you heard him snarl,

“Let her go now, and I’ll make your death quick and easy,” Billy said to the man,

“Now why would I let go of my only leverage”

Billy narrowed his eyes at the man, his glare turning to stone and eyes going blank, a look you never saw on him, a look that ran shivers down your spine.

“Alright,” Billy said handing his gun to one of the men, Billy then took off his bulletproof vest and threw it on the ground,

The man who held you in a grip loosened slightly before grabbing you again,

“What's your play here Russo,” He asked Billy,

You felt like you couldn’t breath scared for your life as you felt the blade being pressed against your throat, but Billy put his arms out

“Like she said, you’ve got your face to face” Billy smirked, a murderous look in his eye.

A wave of relief came over you as he dropped the blade from your neck, he let go you but instead aimed to stab Billy instead, the two of the fighting hand to hand. You felt someone cutting you loose and grabbing you out of the room, trying to get you away from the danger, you recognised them as one of Billy’s boys.

Instead, you couldn’t move, watching as Billy beat this man, the anger and aggression he had in his eyes now showing as he beat this man down, using his own blade against him. You had never seen Billy like this, and to say it scared you was an understatement. This wasn’t your Billy, you knew the risk of being with Billy, how you were a target by proxy, yet you had never seen why it was a risk being with Billy. You had never seen this side of Billy, the killer within him, the reason why he has the scars he wears on his face.

You saw a man that you didn’t know, yet he was still your man, you felt yourself being dragged out, feeling more scared within those seconds than you did the whole time you were held captive, scared for the man who took you, knowing Billy would hurt him for touching you, you were scared that Billy would get hurt. Scared that this Billy is the real Billy and he might see you as weak. Someone pathetic and weak enough to get taken, to not be able to defend themselves in the given situation the way he had.

You wanted to turn and run back to Billy, make sure he was ok, make sure that he was still your Billy because what you feared most in those few seconds wasn’t loosing yourself, and your own life, instead losing him and living a life without him there.

“Y/N, we need to go. Now” Frank now had you, trying to get you to go with him, you hadn’t seen him before now, but you looked at him, he stared back with sympathy in his eyes, “Come on, he’ll be out in a second”

He didn’t give you a chance to say anything else instead went and made sure you were safely in a car. He got in the drivers seat and drove you back to your apartment, he made sure you were ok. Asked if you needed anything, all you wanted right now was Billy. To make sure he was safe, to make sure he hadn't gotten hurt because of you and your stupidity of getting kidnapped. In the moment it didn’t feel real. You knew Billy well enough that he was going to find you. You had faith in him, you truly did. But you didn’t know how to take everything in from what happened.

Frank took you back to your apartment and made sure you got in safely. You were in shock, realising that you were in a situation where you could’ve died, what if he didn’t find you, you wouldn’t have said anything. You didn’t know enough to say anything. But it made you think how much you didn’t know, you knew being with Billy meant that you would be in danger. But why?

“You good Y/N?” Frank asked you, he sat beside you on your couch, your arms crossed hugging your chest, unaware of your surroundings, he set a mug of tea down on the table.

“Bill is on his way. Did you want me to stay until then?” He asked,

You smiled up at him and shook your head, “Thank you. For helping me today”

He smiled and gave you half a hug before kissing your forehead, “I’d do it again Y/N. But I’m hoping there’s not a next time”

You couldn’t help chuckle at that, “Well, I have faith in you boys. Even if its something... that I’ve never seen before. But you carry on Frank. I’m fine, I promise”

He let out a scoff at that, “You sure kid?”

“Yeah, I just, I need to sort myself out a bit. You carry on Frank.”

Before leaving he gave you a hug, told you to call him if you needed to talk. After he left you got the strength to get up and go sort yourself out. You didn’t feel safe, knowing you were taken right outside of your apartment, you touched the back of your head feeling a small bump forming but knew there wasn’t any chance of a concussion especially as you were lightly drugged with chloroform. You had no clue how long you were out for, so instead, you washed your face, got out of these clothes into something comfier before finally drinking the tea Frank made for you.

You sat back down, wanting to get the images out of your mind. Whenever you closed your eyes all you remember seeing is Billy’s cold eyes. You had never seen him the way you did, and now it was all you could think about. That look taking you over the edge of everything. The man you trust with your life, looking like someone who could take another with no second of hesitation.

You heard a banging on the door which took you out of your trance, Billy was stood on the other side waiting impatiently to get to you, make sure you were safe. He knew what you saw, he knew that you saw a side of him you never wanted him to witness.

When you answered the door all you saw was blood, all over his clothes, his face. Your heart was in your throat and you weren’t sure what to do, how to react.

“Y/N” He said looking at you in awe. Billy wasn’t sure how to react around you after knowing what you saw

“Billy” You whispered at him, you gave him a small smile and stepped aside to let him in, he walked passed you, but stood beside you as you shut the door behind him.

When you turned back around he was stood there, his mouth opening and closing a few times ready to say something, he held regret in his eyes, some fear, rather than saying anything he cupped your face in his hands,

Your breath was in your throat and he leaned forward to kiss you, a kiss that held more passion than any other before, you moaned into the kiss before separating and resting your forehead against his,

“I... I can’t lose you Y/N” He whispered against your lips before kissing you lightly again, “I can’t lose you. I’m so sorry”

You instead shook your head, only slightly though.

“I had faith in you, Billy. I knew that you would be there for me.”

He moved to pull you into a hug, kissing you on the side of your forehead,

“I’ll always be there for you” He whispered, “And I’m so sorry you had to see a side of me you’d never seen before”

“It scared me Bill,” You told him honestly,

He froze slightly at that before he looked at you, pushing your hair out of your face, “You don’t ever need to be afraid of me Y/N. Never”

You sighed and nodded at him before going completely inside, his hands dropped from your face and he followed you,

“You should probably get cleaned up, do you want to go grab a shower and I’ll grab some clothes of yours?” You asked him,

He nodded and went through to shower while you grabbed some of his clothes from whenever he stayed here.

He took less than five minutes in the shower before he came back out to you,

“How are you? He didn’t hurt you did he?” He asked you rubbing your back slightly, Billy was never the best at comforting someone at such sudden situations. He could fight any fight, but raw emotion he found difficult, yet sometimes found it easy with yourself.

You scoffed and shook your head, “No. I mean he smashed my head with something. It hurt, and then he drugged me. But you got there not long after I woke up. He sent a few threats in there, he would’ve probably followed through but I, I don’t know I wasn’t as scared as I thought... but then my knight in shining armour barged in. That’s when it all hit me when I realised I didn’t need to be strong for myself anymore. I knew I was safe, but the reality of what could’ve happened...”

He pulled you into him and hugged you providing comfort, “You don’t need to pretend to be ok. I went mad when I realised what happened, and finding out who done it, scared the shit out of me. In all my life I had never felt so defeated or weak.”

“How did you know where to find me?” You weren’t sure if you wanted to ask, but a part of you wanted to know,

“I have my ways” He murmured, “The main thing is you’re safe though”

You nodded at that before thinking back to earlier, when you saw him, “When you... when you found me. You had a look in your eyes...”

“I was ready to kill him Y/N” He cut you off, his jaw was tight and teeth gritted, “I was ready to make him suffer for taking you from me. Sorry, you had to see that, but I would do anything to protect you. You know that right?” He asked softly, 

You nodded at that and looked at him before leaning up and kissing him lightly, “I love you. And thank you,” You smiled,

He smiled back at you and kissed you once more before kissing the top of your head.

Being with Billy Russo may be dangerous, it may be dangerous. You may not know the bad side of his life, but you know that that he loves you, you love him, and he would do anything to ensure your safety.

A/N: I honestly think this is a whole ass mess bc I have 0 faith in myself banter. xoxo 

[venjix5]

Malachor, the Dark Lord

"Once again, I am free to smite the world as I did in days long past." -Malachor Malachor was an evil, powerful, and demonic dark tyrant born from a cosmic black mass of darkness (the same mass where Aku was born) and main antagonist of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and PPG WOL the Series. Species: Ancient Dark Entity Gender: Male Height: Varies Alias: The Dark Lord The Great Evil God Malachor the Dark Lord The Lord of Shadows The Lord of Darkness Lord Malachor The Dark Lord Malachor Master Master Malachor The Shadow Lord The Shadow King The Dark God The Dark Master The Ruler of Darkness The Master of Darkness The Master of Shadows The Bringer of Darkness The Emperor of Sorrow Dark Lord of All Darkness The Master of all Darkness and Evil Ruler of the Shadow Creatures The Dark One The Evil One The King of Evil The Ultimate Evil The Great Evil The Dark Entity The Evil Entity Hoodie Malcolm Shadows Occupation: Dark Lord Ruler of the Shadow Realm Leader of the Shadow Creatures Hobby: Causing chaos. Humiliating, mocking, and tricking his enemies. Seeking vengeance on those who get in his way. Subjecting all to his rule. Destroying everything sacred and beautiful. Slaughter, enslaving, and torturing his enemies. Scaring victims. Putting victims in despair. Goals: To rule Equestria and the Human World as the almighty being. Plunge the world into darkness. Kill the Mane Six and destroy Elements of Harmony. Allies: The Black Mass (incarnation) Professor N. Shroud Salvox Duskos Duskos The Dazzlings (sometimes) Nightmare Moon (formerly) Demon Sunset (clone) Midnight Sparkle (clone) Tirek Queen Chrysalis King Sombra Shadow Clones Servants of Darkness Shadow Creatures Corrupted Ones Monsters Other minions Enemies: Twilight Sparkle Rainbow Dash Pinkie Pie Rarity Applejack Fluttershy (sometimes) Sunset Shimmer Starlight Glimmer Sci-Twi (Human Twilight) Humane Six Princess Celestia Princess Luna Star Swirl the Bearded The Three Prime Alicorn Deities Zen Aku (brother) Other ponies Other humans PPG WOL Allies: Alpha and Beta Mojo Jojo PPG WOL Enemies: PPG Aku Powerpuff Girls Bliss Voice Actor: Scott McNeil or Frank Welker Japanese Voice Actor: Takaya Kuroda or Kiyoyuki Yanada Main Theme: link Personality: Malachor is evil incarnate; he embodies the very essence of an evil overlord. Cruel, ruthless, serious, brutal, malicious, cunning, uncaring, omnipotent, blasphemous, domineering, and authoritative to all he meets, it is obeyed or obliterated with Malachor. He is truly arrogant, oppressive, temperamental, destructive, and sadistic by default, and does not take kindly to disobedience. Although he is merciless, manipulative, and sometimes generous, to say the least, he has enough of an understanding of humanity to manipulate their feelings to his advantage. This is how he manipulated King Sombra, Stygian, and Luna into becoming Nightmare Moon. Malachor is as intelligent as he is powerful, and his cunning knows little end, from taking the form of a cute boy to trick either Rarity or Twilight, or manipulating various races into serving him. He has no remorse whatsoever about telling someone he will save their village if they obey his command. Despite this, he possesses a dry sense of humor and often jokes when in a good mood, frequently mocking everyone, including the Mane 6, whenever he can and whatever he can. He is also a bit crazy. Appearances: Malachor appears to be a very tall and imposing-looking demon in a floor-length black robe, hood, red eyes engulfed with dark purple haze, large spike shoulder pauldrons. His movements has cracking, rumbling, and booming sounds like Aku from Samurai Jack. A deep droning noise was often heard around him when he appears. Origin: Long ago in the vastness of space, a great, formless evil arose. Before it could do harm to the universe, it was set upon the three mighty gods Odin, Ra, and Vishnu. During the battle, the deities' assault was fierce, and despite the entity's attempts to resist, it was almost entirely destroyed, save for two pieces flung from the whole. The two fragments drifted through space for untold time, one crashed to Earth, and other one crashed to Equestria during the Cretaceous period of the Mesozoic era. It is implied that this crash is the event that caused the extinction of the none-avian dinosaurs. The fragment developed over eons into an ominous forest of black spikes that devoured any who or what dared enter. Eventually the forest grew so large that it nearly threatened Canterlot, and so Princess Amore requested Star Swirl the Bearded to kill the evil at its source. Armed with a magic oil he created to strengthen his magic, Star Swirl and the princess’s cavalry rode into the heart of the forest. Once at the black lake in the forest's center, the wizard doused an arrow into the oil he had made, firing it into the black lake. Unexpectedly, the oil's magic did not destroy the evil, but had the unforeseen effect of galvanising the evil into a demonic specter form, giving it sentience and shape-shifting abilities, and thus giving birth to the dark wizard, Malachor. Malachor easily defeated Star Swirl, trapping him to the side of the tree from which Malachor spawned in order to watch as the Dark Lord sought out to destroy Canterlot and all of Equestria afterwards. The Three Deities, sensing the good in Star Swirl, summoned him to a secret place. Taking the good inside him, they forged the energies and theirs to create a mighty blade from the crystal tree deep within the Ever Free Forest, creating the Sword of Harmony: a magic sword that would be capable of harming Malachor. Armed with the sword and a magical suit of armor, Star Swirl plunged into battle against Malachor. In the end, Star Swirl was victorious, but he was unable to destroy the demon, and so instead sealed him into the devastated Badlands. As he was sealed away, Malachor vowed he would one day return. After sealing him, the Sword of Harmony split into the six Elements of Harmony. Shortly after, the Princess Amore gave birth to two daughters: Celestia and Luna. Determined to learn from the catastrophe, and aware that Malachor may indeed one day return, Starswirl and the Princesses determined on creating a plan, and thus orchestrated the events that would set Twilight and the five on the path to becoming the Guardians of Harmony, thus to defeat Malachor once and for all. In the present, Malachor first appeared in Twilight’s dream as a shadowy silhouette ominously slowly turns around. During a solar eclipse, the tree form that Malachor was imprisoned in the Badlands, and dissolved releasing Malachor. Abilities and Powers: Malachor was well known for being one of the most powerful characters of the series. He had a large range and arsenal of powers and capabilities that made him almost unstoppable. He is far more powerful than Aku. Immense Dark Powers: Malachor has a immense amount of dark powers. Dark Magic: Malachor utilize powerful dark arts. Tentacle Extension: Malachor can generate tentacles tentacle-like appendages. He has used this ability in numerous battles with the Mane Six, and he also used it to destroy the majority of his past kingdom. Immortality: A significant aspect in the series is that Malachor was ageless and immortal. He requires no sustenance, and cannot be harmed by mortal means. Only the power of divine weapons like Sword of Harmony and the Elements of Harmony (sword form), or divine entities are capable of doing him harm. He also can bestow agelessness to others. Shapeshifting: Malachor could change into virtually any form he desired, from a giant dragon to a small insect, or even a human and pony. He was able to seamlessly change his size, liquefy himself, or stretch and expand his body. He could even replicate into clones of himself to be in numerous places at once, with his mind inhabiting numerous bodies. He typically changed into animal forms during battle, such as a scorpion or an octopus, adapting to the situation. On one occasion, he also transformed into a huge, amorphous mass of darkness that greatly resembled the evil entity he had previously once been/spawned from, and could alter parts of himself at will. He is also capable of transforming into inanimate objects. Immense Strength: Malachor possess enormous immense strength. Immense Durability: Malachor possess drastically greater durability than what is naturally possible. Supernatural Physicality: Malachor could alter his physical capabilities to virtually any level he needed or wanted due to his magical shape-shifting abilities. He has manifested superhuman strength, speed, endurance, and senses. No parameters or upper limits were established regarding these capabilities. Regeneration: While Malachor is completely resistant to most forms of attack, he is not invulnerable; items such as the Sword of Harmony or magics such as divine energy can damage the substance from which he is made. However, Malachor was able to regenerate to a large degree even against attacks such as these. These sorts of assaults tend to create large, burning holes or gashes in him where he is struck, which Malachor can close back up with effort. However, his ability to regenerate in these situations was limited. Accelerating Regeneration: Malachor can increases the rate and speed of his Regeneration as the result of the level of punishment sustained. This means that each time he is wounded and healed, this will make the speed of regeneration faster than before, and will get faster each time he is wounded and healed. Making Malachor more difficult to kill him even Samurai Jack's Sword. Magic Immunity: Malachor is unaffected/immune by Equestrian Magic in any way except the Elements of Harmony. Eye Beams: One of Malachor’s most commonly utilized attacks, this ability tends to manifest as beams of red light that typically incinerates the objects it makes contact with. It can be used either as continuous beams of red light, or as staccato bolts of energy. He has used this ability in numerous battles with the Mane Six, and he also used it to destroy the majority of his past kingdom. Malachor can also harmlessly teleport beings to places of his choosing through this power. The beams can also slice through objects like a plasma torch, or cause them to explode. Malachor also uses a variation of this ability to restore or recreate. Hyper Beam: Malachor fires a dark purple beam and black of energy with a dark black energy around it from his mouth or hands at his enemies. For a larger beam, Malachor puts his arms in front of him and fires a huge dark purple beam from in between his arms at his opponent. He also used it to destroy the majority of his past kingdom. Claws: Malachor had razor sharp claws, which he repeatedly used in attempts in combat or murder ponies. Atmokinesis: Malachor seems to have the ability to control the weather, because when he is seen, a strong wind comes and a destructive storm cloud appears, and when he arrives, lightning appears afterwards followed by thunder. Sun Blocking: Malachor can block the sun in the sky through different methods, including darkening the sky, placing an object high in the sky that blocks the sun, creating dark clouds to block the sun, causing eclipse, etc., preventing sunlight coming down, which will kill plants over time and prevent solar-powered beings from getting their power Personal Void: Malachor possesses a portable void and space within or around his body that the can use to entrap objects or living beings. Remote Viewing: Using mystical forces in his lair, Malachor can create images on the walls or mirrors to view whatever he wishes. He tends to use this ability most often to simply watch Twilight and her friends doing some circumstances while stewing in his unhappiness at being unable to kill them. Umbrageous Teleportation: Malachor can teleport via shadows/darkness, merging into shadows/darkness and appearing anywhere else from the same element. He can even teleport himself to one point to an other in a black smoke. He uses this often for quick appearances or escapes. Shadow Claw: Malachor can project and retract razor-sharp claws of darkness/shadows from his fingertips for offensive purposes. Smoke Breath: Malachor is able to generate and manipulate black smoke within in a way that allows him to shape the exhaling of the effect. These shapes can include bursts, streams, even a mist of it from the mouth. He uses this often for quick escapes. Dark Elemental Control: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the elements of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of nature, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal elements. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of nature itself. Dark Earth Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the earth of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of earth, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal earth. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of earth. Dark Fire Manipulation: Malachor can manipulate the fire of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of fire, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal fire. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of fire. Dark Lightning Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the electricity of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of electricity, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal electricity. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of electricity. Dark Water Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the water of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of water, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal water. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of water. Dark Wind Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the air/wind of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of air/wind, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal air/wind. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of air/wind. Dark Ice Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the ice of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of ice, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal ice. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of ice. Dark Fire Ball Projection: Malachor create and launch balls of dark fire. Plunder Vine Manipulation: Malachor can summon Plunder Vines come out of the ground and strike his enemies. Telekinesis: He has shown the ability to move, control and manipulate objects through will alone, even from huge distances. While using this ability, his eyes tend to flash red. Conjuring: He has the ability to create objects out of black mist. Necromancy: Malachor has been shown to be capable of animating countless dead bodies and bending them to his will. He can even revive other beings. Possession: Malachor can possess over the body of any living being, whether sentient or not, by stealing their motor functions and senses. Interstellar Travel: Malachor is capable of interstellar travel, well beyond the speed of light. Object Materialization: The ability to create objects and materials out of nothing. Corruption: One of Malachor’s most powerful abilities. Using dark magic, Malachor can manipulate humans and ponies heart or mutate normally harmless beings into monstrous versions of themselves. Corruption Aura: Malachor can surround himself in corruption energy/matter to cause a morality changing effect to everyone that comes into contact or any corrupting related effect. Corruption Manipulation: Malachor can manipulate the powers of corruption to take a variety of effects on themselves or others. Malachor may take control of any darkness in the hearts of others to make them into their servants. He can even influence the corruption in a means of combat purposes, energy attacks, or corruption techniques. Absolute Darkness: Malachor is able to create a field of absolute impenetrable darkness that completely negates sight and may also dull or even completely negate the other senses. He potentially able to generate darkness so intense it can completely obliterate objects in its path. Darkness Aura: Malachor can release and surround himself in/with darkness/shadow for defensive and/or offensive purposes, possibly becoming almost untouchable. The aura may also give him enhanced physical capabilities such as speed, strength and durability. Dark Fire Aura: Malachor can surround himself in dark fire when he is angered. Reality Warping: Malachor could warp reality to an extent. He was even able to affected inanimate objects, and made them into his dark world in appearance. Dark Portal Creation: Malachor can create portals using darkness/shadows. These portals can also lead to a world of emptiness/darkness. He even able to open a portal to the Human World. He uses this often for quick escapes. Darkness Blast: Malachor releases darkness/shadow over a specific target area. Dark Energy Blast: Malachor can release dark energy over a specific target area causing great damage and/or delivering great shock waves of pure force. Dark Beam Emission: Malachor releases beams of a darkness/shadow. Dark Pillar Projection: Malachor project darkness/shadow pillars. Darkness Slash: Malachor releases darkness/shadow when slashing. Dark Reflective Attacks: Malachor release attacks of darkness/shadow that can bounce off of any surface. Darkness Bullet Projection: Malachor can fire in short sequence over a wide area. Darkness Bomb: Malachor can create bombs/explosions of darkness/shadow. Formulated Darkness Blasts: Malachor release blasts of darkness/shadow in a form of a creature or object. Dark Missiles: Malachor can create missiles of darkness/shadow. Dark Scatter Shot: Malachor release darkness/shadow blasts that split into multiple fragments. Shadow Breath: Discharge darkness/shadow blasts from his mouth. Dark Wind Breath: The ability to generate from within oneself dark wind and release them from the mouth. Darkness Manipulation: Malachor can  manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, etc. Dark Energy Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate dark energy, usually drawn from inter-dimensional or other similar sources. It can be channeled to a variety of effects as an absence of light, a solid, gaseous and/or liquid substance that can be shaped/manifested in various ways. Unlike Darkness Manipulation, which draws from the similar source, dark energy focuses on direct, destructive and violently outwards directed aspect of the spectrum. Destructive Energy Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate destructive energy, capable of destroying anything without leaving a single trace. Dark Shield: Malachor can create shields of varying shapes and sizes out of the darkness/shadows. Shadow Ball Projection: Malachor can create and launch spheres of darkness/shadow. Omnidirectional Darkness Waves: Malachor send out a wave of darkness/shadow in all directions. Dark Hand Blasts: Malachor release darkness/shadow blasts from his hands. Darkness Solidification: Malachor can solidify or give solid-like properties to darkness/shadows with the level of solidity going from loose jelly to metal-like hardness or beyond. Darkness Spike Projection: Malachor can project darkness/shadow spikes. Shadow Camouflage: Malachor is able to become undetectable as long as he's in darkness or shadow. Shadow Mimicry: Malachor can transform his body completely into shadows. He transformed form is either anatomically identical to his normal form, aside of being made of shadow, in which case, it contains all organs and is somewhat vulnerable to attacks. Alternately, Malachor can transform into homogenous matter, without any part of his form being more important than the other. Malachor can assume a two-dimensional form, extend outward to become a larger shadow, blend into shadows completely, or even teleport through him. Spiritual Darkness Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate darkness/shadows formed from one's soul/spirit. Due to being comprised of spiritual power, the darkness/shadows aren't only stronger than usual darkness/shadows, but also have the power to affect one's soul in varying ways. Shadow Cloning: Malachor can create clones of himself, others and/or objects by using darkness/shadow. Shadow Swimming: Malachor can swim through any/all shadows/darkness as if they were made of liquid. Shadow Stealth: Malachor can hide within the shadows of others. Smoke Mimicry: Malachor can transform his body completely into smoke. Animated Shadow: Malachor can transform his or other's shadows into living beings. Umbrakinetic Creature Creation: Malachor can create beings of darkness/shadow or shape existing darkness/shadow into wanted shapes and purposes. He even use it to make Shadow Monsters. Vocal Mimicry: He was able to imitate someone's voice perfectly. Combat Skills: Despite never having been shown to have trained at all in any form of martial art, Malachor was a very skilled practitioner of hand-to-hand combat. He is also shown to be a fairly skilled swordsman, as on one occasion where he uses his sword. Nightmare Manipulation: Malachor can enter and manipulate the nightmares of oneself and others, including modifying, suppressing, fabricating, influencing, manifesting, sensing, and observing nightmares. Nightmare Imprisonment: Malachor can trap others in nightmares. Darkness Imprisonment: Malachor can bind, imprison and/or otherwise stop object/being by surrounding them completely by using darkness. Mirror Imprisonment: Malachor is able trap victims into any reflection. Crystal Imprisonment: Malachor can bind, imprison and/or otherwise stop object/being by surrounding them completely by using crystals. Plant/Flora-cide. With a touch, Malachor can instantly cause plants to die. Umbrakinetic Creature Creation: Malachor can create beings of darkness/shadow or shape existing darkness/shadow into wanted shapes and purposes. He can also use it to make Shadow Creatures. Illusion Manipulation: Malachor can create and manipulate illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Sonic Scream: Malachor can emit/generate extremely powerful scream of a high amplitude for a variety of purposes. Enhanced Roar: Malachor is able to shout so loud that the user can blow away objects or break objects with his ferocious vocal cords which can cause vibrations.He may also be able to emit a roar strong enough to cause fear. Levitate: Malachor can hover in the air. Weaknesses: Despite his powerful abilities, Malachor has a few weaknesses. These include: Reflection: Malachor’s own reflection will reveal his normal form no matter what he has shifted to look like. Flash Photography: If a camera flashes at Malachor in his different forms, it will reveal his normal form for a short time. Divine Power: Though Malachor cannot be harmed and killed by normal weapons and attacks, even the high-tech ones, those with divine power or magic of harmony such as the Sword of Harmony, Elements of Harmony, Three Prime Alicorn Deities, Samurai Jack's Sword, and the crystal geodes or magic necklaces from Equestria Girls. 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The Dance of Blades | 1

Universe: Gladiator AU

Warnings: Kidnapping, Slavery, Mild Gore/Death

A/N: First chapter of the fic. Make sure to read the prologue for a short introduction. 

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The sun was hot as it beat down on Papyrus’ skull. His feet had been worn raw from the weeks of constant walking over all manner of terrains. They were scratched and bloodied and needed a good deal of rest if they were ever to recover from the abuse he was forced to inflict upon his rather fragile bones. His wrists were badly chafed by the chains that bound his arms together, and his neck ached from the weight of his collar and all that it implied.

Their group had stopped for a short moment of rest during the late afternoon, and while Papyrus and the other poor souls that had been brought alone with him were not allowed the kindness of shade, it was a blessing to be allowed to rest his weary legs. He lay back on the soft grass, feeling the way the individual blades wove their way between his bones.

Despite the way his body stilled his mind was restless. Papyrus hadn’t found his brother after the attack on their village and he had no clue whether he had simply managed to find a good hiding spot or if he had been slain in battle. The thought alone of his brother’s fate drew a pained frown to his face and Papyrus decided not to dwell on what he couldn’t control. He had seen too many monsters struck down where they stood merely because they were too injured or exhausted to make the long trek back to what the humans referred to as civilization, even if there seemed to be nothing civil about it.

For the first few days Papyrus had been absolutely livid – he had struggled against his restraints and given the guards tasked with their escort absolute hell – but after several days of constant walking, little sleep and even less food, the fight had completely left him. He by no means appreciated the humans, but he no longer possessed the energy to try and argue with them, much less try and bring about their wrath. One beating was enough for Papyrus not to try and seek out any more.

While his HP wasn’t exactly the highest, the humans were rather sadistic and had methods of punishment that didn’t always require a level of violence. Humans were also apparently not above torturing family members and friends of those they sought to hurt. He had several scars from the last time he disobeyed them, but it was the mental wounds that were certain to take more time to heal. It was fortunate that he knew how to be complacent when he needed to.

The sound of soft giggling nearby tempted Papyrus just enough for him to open his eyes, his head lolling to the side of the sound in interest. The guards were gathered under the shade of one of the large trees lining the stone road and it seemed that a few ladies who had been riding into the city had drawn their attention.

Other travellers had become an increasingly common sight the closer their got to the human city, and with how weak and demoralised the monsters in their charge had become, the human warriors wasted no time in flirting with the higher-class women who happened to walking by, paying little mind to their captive men and women.

The human who allegedly ‘owned’ all of the monsters in attendance apparently had wanted all of them not to look too worn when they entered the city so that they could catch the eye of any potential buyers. It made Papyrus sick to his non-existent stomach to imagine all of the humans looking him up and down, wanting to purchase him as they would some prized cow.

From where he lay, he could see the looming walls that surrounded the city and the towering buildings within its keep. They were only gathered a mere kilometre from the main gate into the city, and the humans had said that the walk to the coliseum where they would be auctioned off wouldn’t be too much further than that. Papyrus wasn’t sure if he should have been relieved that their journey was over or fearful of what was to come.

The docks lay to the west of the city and even from as far away as he was, Papyrus could see more ships than he could count and more humans than he had even seen, all busily rushing about from place to place while they bartered their exotic wares for hefty prices. While normally the promise of new, exciting objects would have piqued his interest, the skeleton had heard that a rare few monsters ever returned from a trip to the docks.

The areas of trade throughout the city were said to be heavily policed, but the docks were ripe with theft, and a monster was just another rare product that many foreign buyers would pay a small fortune to possess.

The sound of a low whistle brought Papyrus’ mind back to the present and he begrudgingly heaved himself back into a sitting position, sparing a glance to the human who had made the sound. The whistle was the signal that they were to finally move on and get back onto the road, and the skeleton watched silently as all of his fellow monsters slowly rose to their feet. He cringed at the way they had already been so well trained.

With the clinking of his iron restraints and the painful complaints of his legs, Papyrus managed to stagger into an upright position, gritting his teeth slightly as he huffed a sigh. Without a word, he walked towards the nearest human, waiting as they chained him back in line with the other monsters.

They continued the rest of the walk in complete silence, each monster having resigned themselves to their fate or knowing better than to start struggling so deep into the human’s territory. It was fruitless of them to attempt an escape, the only hope being an impossible rescue or a swift death. There was no honourable way to be dragged through the city streets, and so Papyrus allowed himself to drag his feet, his head lowered as they strode through the city gates.

There was shouting and leering, and Papyrus could tell that even though they had only just stepped foot into the city there was a crowd beginning to form around them. The guards rose their voices, shouting claims of their mighty victory against the savage beasts of the north, telling how they stood toe to toe with some of the fiercest warriors that side of the country. Somehow, they managed to forget the part where they cut down innocent babes and mothers where they hid, burning the homes and fields of peaceful villagers and putting down those who were deemed too old or in need of help that they couldn’t be bothered to provide.

Hands and weapons covered in dust, horses screaming, the flickering of flames in the night and the sound of a frightened soul beating; that was all Papyrus remembered of the battle, he remembered no thrilling victory, no defeated of evil. It seemed more like evil was the sole victor on that moonless evening. The soft grass of Papyrus’ home was no longer covered in the beautiful white of snow, but the desolate grey of the fallen.

The harsh surface of the cobblestone road scraped at Papyrus’ injured feet and it didn’t come as a surprise when he began to leave a trail of red footprints behind. While the humans had allowed them a short period to rest, there was no way any of them could hide the pain and exhaustion that riddled their expressions. Papyrus allowed himself to disassociate from his current situation, barely even registering the fact that he was walking.

It was when he nearly crashed into the back of the monster in front of him that Papyrus finally snapped out of his daze, glancing around briefly at their new surroundings. They had walked past much of the city and true to the human’s word they had stopped before the enormous structure that was the coliseum.

Even from the outside Papyrus could see that the stands were lined with cheering humans, all focused on whatever was playing out in the arena, aweing and gasping every few moments in eager trepidation. No one had turned away from the arena to spot the lines of monsters waiting just outside of the tunnels that led under the great building and for that he was glad.

The guards proceeded to lead them into the tunnel, lighting their way with a few simple torches. Papyrus was almost relieved that it was too dim for him to make out the majority of the dingy walkway and the cells that lined it – the damp walls and sound of trickling water nearby was enough to put him off their accommodation – the less he knew about their disrepair the better.

They stopped just before a large iron gate, the sounds of shouting only growing louder. Through the thin bars Papyrus could see monsters running about, some of them swinging large weapons at an enemy that he couldn’t quite see. However, from the occasional scream of agony and the multiple piles of dust on the ground outside, Papyrus wasn’t sure if he wanted to find out.

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there are very few things i like about the n52 comics about harvey, and those things are, unfortunately, so easily overshadowed by the many things i loathe about the entire reboot

i like how we get a bit more insight about harvey’s relationship w/ gilda ( even if ! i’m disappointed by the fact that the writers forgot she’s a sculptor ,, rip ), and i like that they established ! that he has been bruce’s friend for a long time ( since pre - school, maybe even before, according to ba.tman and ro.bin : the big burn ) which is a stark contrast to new earth’s the long halloween where harvey and bruce only became acquaintances, barely even friends, and with harvey still showing disdain towards bruce

i do like that he’s been shown to be more, dare i say it, vain ( and a tad bit more selfish ) compared to his new earth counterpart, and while new earth will forever be my favorite version, it’s a fresh take on his character that i can enjoy

what easily overshadows this is, however, the poor backstory he was given. i can respect the writer’s making him striving towards, and becoming, a DEFENSE ATTORNEY ( at first, he later chooses to turn to the prosecutor route ), but they’ve done so in a poor way by making his entire character be spoiled by one, single thing — by making him a mob lawyer for the mckil.len twins. we’re speaking about harvey de.nt here, yall, harvey ‘ everyone who participates in mob business are immediately deemed as corrupt and almost just as bad as the criminals themselves, for they had a choice in whether they wanted to defend them or not ’ de.nt. i want yall to sit on that for a second. they took everything that had been established about harvey, a fair man whose sense of justice was immaculate and who breathed to put every criminal in goth.am behind bars, and made him into someone who worked for the mob. not even just the mob, but the WORST of the mob in the n52 universe.

couple this fact with the knowledge that n52 made harvey de.nt, not just two - fa.ce, but harvey de.nt into quite the asshole early on, really doesn’t sit well with the Morally Good and Ethically So - So Clean character we have been introduced to in new earth, and despite the fact he refuses to deal with the mck.illens later on, this is just one big mix for a character that, when boiled down, is really just Asshole Lawyer who Got Punished By His Former Clients. he really is an asshole in this continuity, though. a damn shame. i don’t personally want to read about an asshole lawyer, that’s not what i signed up for when i decided to dedicate myself to this character

anyways let me go back to the topic at hand, because while i do adore the relationships that has been established in this continuity, there are some instances where it really just brought a frown to my face. let me take as an instance: 

his relationship with bruce seems to be build up more around the fact that harvey wishes to be more like him. these comics makes it seem like harvey is actively jealous of bruce’s life style and wishes to be more suave and charming, which contradicts his being in new earth, where it seems like he’s decently happy with his current way of life. 

and

his relationship with jim gordon is nothing less but strained in this continuity. jim is shown as, get a load of this, quite the CORRUPT cop, which as well all know he truly isn’t in the older comics. but due to this we can see that jim ( along with bruce and gilda ) to drop some of his ethics, ethics that he still value in this run ( thank god ), in favor of making everything easier. it’s a bit dirty, isn’t it ? it doesn’t feel right and it doesn’t fit their new earth relationship, which had been shown to be good and honest ( before the courtroom accident ). also, he tried to encourage harvey to basically spill anything he had on the mckill.ens ( thus effectively violating the attorney / client privilege ) which, if found out, would absolutely damage not only harvey’s reputation, but his entire career, and i don’t know about you all, but that doesn’t sound very cop like of someone, especially not someone who, in prior continuities, harvey was able to place his trust upon. of course he might be trying to pressure harvey into spilling secrets because said mobsters had tried to assassinate the entire gordon family, but my point still stands.

of course i could spend another whole week ranting on about how upset i am about them killing off gilda. “would you die for harvey, mrs. dent ?” erin mcki.llen asks after breaking out a jail, and when gilda answers yes, she stabs her. anticlimatic, but not surprising, and yet it still stings. but this really just gives harvey the one motivation to become Angry and Resentful™ ( something that he has not shown to be before in n52 due to a lack of a tragic backstory alá. abusive dad, or a lack for a backstory at all ) that every other male character has by now in n52 — angst and a motivation for revenge because they fridged the most important character in his life. it’s a trope we’ve seen a billion times before and let me be honest here : i don’t like it. to think that this is the premise they’ve set up in order for him to become two - fa.ce ! the one thing i DO like about this is the ending of this particular comic arc ( the one where gilda dies ). it’s heartwrenching and despite my dislike for the comic in general, it make me choke up a little. that despite his anger and need for revenge, his first priority still lays with gilda, even if she has turned to death, and sorrow and regret begins to worm its way into his character. it’s amazing how much of a vital part of his character she was established as in n52 ( compared to the new earth version, which quickly got boiled down to her simply being a housewife )

ANYWAYS

what makes this even more funny to me, this whole n52 deal, is that there’s no downright reason for him to be so heavily dependent on The Coin as he is. there’s not anything spectacular, it’s not his dad’s old trick coin that was used in a sick nightly game, it’s not the lucky coin of a certain mr. maroni — no, what it is is but a single, coincidentalcoin that happens to have two heads which he had in a coin collection. that’s it. that’s literally it. i’m so confused as to WHY he decided to later on revolve his entire crime career around this silly little piece of silver. at no point in there entire run of n52 pre - tw.o - face harvey do we even SEE him dabble on the topic of chance and fate and duality. there’s no signs of prior mental illness either, everything pointing towards that the actual trauma of getting acid poured on his face and seeing his wife die within a matter of hours being the Culprit towards him developing schizophrenia and dissociative identity disorder — which is a bullshit reasoning. the origin arc we are introduced to in The Big Burn falls completely flat as an origin story for tw.o - face, however, i must admit, it’s a huge leap as a story for harvey de.nt, despite its MANY flaws.

i don’t agree with many of the other works in n52 either.

however, i admit i am a sucker for the all - star batm.an story, My Own Worst Enemy. it gives a lovely little explanation for the inconsistencies in harvey’s and tw.o - face’s character throughout the years, and while her certainly is rather sadistic with literally no moral compass at all, something that doesn’t feel right, i can agree with a majority of everything delivered, even if it hits home a tad bit too hard with the fact that it’s revealed that harvey’s about ready to give up on life and fully willingly to let tw.o - face take control once and for all, a rather obvious sign of him not only being severely depressed, but also suicidal ( may i remind yall that he has quite literally shot himself in the head. he’s one lucky — i’m saying lucky loosely here — son of a gun ). if i may say it, it’s a part that hits a lil bit close to home

long story short n52 is still shit, i only read it for harvey and for the art, and for the fact that i rlly want to icon these Crisp n Clean panels

thanks for coming to my ted talk 

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Malachor, the Dark Lord

"Once again, I am free to smite the world as I did in days long past." -Malachor Malachor was an evil, powerful, and demonic dark tyrant born from a cosmic black mass of darkness (the same mass where Aku was born) and main antagonist of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and PPG WOL the Series. Species: Ancient Dark Entity Gender: Male Height: Varies Alias: The Dark Lord The Great Evil God Malachor the Dark Lord The Lord of Shadows The Lord of Darkness Lord Malachor The Dark Lord Malachor Master Master Malachor The Shadow Lord The Shadow King The Dark God The Dark Master The Ruler of Darkness The Master of Darkness The Master of Shadows The Bringer of Darkness The Emperor of Sorrow Dark Lord of All Darkness The Master of all Darkness and Evil Ruler of the Shadow Creatures The Dark One The Evil One The King of Evil The Ultimate Evil The Great Evil The Dark Entity The Evil Entity Hoodie Malcolm Shadows Occupation: Dark Lord Ruler of the Shadow Realm Leader of the Shadow Creatures Hobby: Causing chaos. Humiliating, mocking, and tricking his enemies. Seeking vengeance on those who get in his way. Subjecting all to his rule. Destroying everything sacred and beautiful. Slaughter, enslaving, and torturing his enemies. Scaring victims. Putting victims in despair. Goals: To rule Equestria and the Human World as the almighty being. Plunge the world into darkness. Kill the Mane Six and destroy Elements of Harmony. Allies: The Black Mass (incarnation) Professor N. Shroud Salvox Duskos Duskos The Dazzlings (sometimes) Nightmare Moon (formerly) Demon Sunset (clone) Midnight Sparkle (clone) Tirek Queen Chrysalis King Sombra Shadow Clones Servants of Darkness Shadow Creatures Corrupted Ones Monsters Other minions Enemies: Twilight Sparkle Rainbow Dash Pinkie Pie Rarity Applejack Fluttershy (sometimes) Sunset Shimmer Starlight Glimmer Sci-Twi (Human Twilight) Humane Six Princess Celestia Princess Luna Star Swirl the Bearded The Three Prime Alicorn Deities Zen Aku (brother) Other ponies Other humans PPG WOL Allies: Alpha and Beta Mojo Jojo PPG WOL Enemies: PPG Aku Powerpuff Girls Bliss Voice Actor: Scott McNeil or Frank Welker Japanese Voice Actor: Takaya Kuroda or Kiyoyuki Yanada Main Theme: link Personality: Malachor is evil incarnate; he embodies the very essence of an evil overlord. Cruel, ruthless, serious, brutal, malicious, cunning, uncaring, omnipotent, blasphemous, domineering, and authoritative to all he meets, it is obeyed or obliterated with Malachor. He is truly arrogant, oppressive, temperamental, destructive, and sadistic by default, and does not take kindly to disobedience. Although he is merciless, manipulative, and sometimes generous, to say the least, he has enough of an understanding of humanity to manipulate their feelings to his advantage. This is how he manipulated King Sombra, Stygian, and Luna into becoming Nightmare Moon. Malachor is as intelligent as he is powerful, and his cunning knows little end, from taking the form of a cute boy to trick either Rarity or Twilight, or manipulating various races into serving him. He has no remorse whatsoever about telling someone he will save their village if they obey his command. Despite this, he possesses a dry sense of humor and often jokes when in a good mood, frequently mocking everyone, including the Mane 6, whenever he can and whatever he can. He is also a bit crazy. Appearances: Malachor appears to be a very tall and imposing-looking demon in a floor-length black robe, hood, red eyes engulfed with dark purple haze, large spike shoulder pauldrons. His movements has cracking, rumbling, and booming sounds like Aku from Samurai Jack. A deep droning noise was often heard around him when he appears. Origin: Long ago in the vastness of space, a great, formless evil arose. Before it could do harm to the universe, it was set upon the three mighty gods Odin, Ra, and Vishnu. During the battle, the deities' assault was fierce, and despite the entity's attempts to resist, it was almost entirely destroyed, save for two pieces flung from the whole. The two fragments drifted through space for untold time, one crashed to Earth, and other one crashed to Equestria during the Cretaceous period of the Mesozoic era. It is implied that this crash is the event that caused the extinction of the none-avian dinosaurs. The fragment developed over eons into an ominous forest of black spikes that devoured any who or what dared enter. Eventually the forest grew so large that it nearly threatened Canterlot, and so Princess Amore requested Star Swirl the Bearded to kill the evil at its source. Armed with a magic oil he created to strengthen his magic, Star Swirl and the princess’s cavalry rode into the heart of the forest. Once at the black lake in the forest's center, the wizard doused an arrow into the oil he had made, firing it into the black lake. Unexpectedly, the oil's magic did not destroy the evil, but had the unforeseen effect of galvanising the evil into a demonic specter form, giving it sentience and shape-shifting abilities, and thus giving birth to the dark wizard, Malachor. Malachor easily defeated Star Swirl, trapping him to the side of the tree from which Malachor spawned in order to watch as the Dark Lord sought out to destroy Canterlot and all of Equestria afterwards. The Three Deities, sensing the good in Star Swirl, summoned him to a secret place. Taking the good inside him, they forged the energies and theirs to create a mighty blade from the crystal tree deep within the Ever Free Forest, creating the Sword of Harmony: a magic sword that would be capable of harming Malachor. Armed with the sword and a magical suit of armor, Star Swirl plunged into battle against Malachor. In the end, Star Swirl was victorious, but he was unable to destroy the demon, and so instead sealed him into the devastated Badlands. As he was sealed away, Malachor vowed he would one day return. After sealing him, the Sword of Harmony split into the six Elements of Harmony. Shortly after, the Princess Amore gave birth to two daughters: Celestia and Luna. Determined to learn from the catastrophe, and aware that Malachor may indeed one day return, Starswirl and the Princesses determined on creating a plan, and thus orchestrated the events that would set Twilight and the five on the path to becoming the Guardians of Harmony, thus to defeat Malachor once and for all. In the present, Malachor first appeared in Twilight’s dream as a shadowy silhouette ominously slowly turns around. During a solar eclipse, the tree form that Malachor was imprisoned in the Badlands, and dissolved releasing Malachor. Abilities and Powers: Malachor was well known for being one of the most powerful characters of the series. He had a large range and arsenal of powers and capabilities that made him almost unstoppable. He is far more powerful than Aku. Immense Dark Powers: Malachor has a immense amount of dark powers. Dark Magic: Malachor utilize powerful dark arts. Tentacle Extension: Malachor can generate tentacles tentacle-like appendages. He has used this ability in numerous battles with the Mane Six, and he also used it to destroy the majority of his past kingdom. Immortality: A significant aspect in the series is that Malachor was ageless and immortal. He requires no sustenance, and cannot be harmed by mortal means. Only the power of divine weapons like Sword of Harmony and the Elements of Harmony (sword form), or divine entities are capable of doing him harm. He also can bestow agelessness to others. Shapeshifting: Malachor could change into virtually any form he desired, from a giant dragon to a small insect, or even a human and pony. He was able to seamlessly change his size, liquefy himself, or stretch and expand his body. He could even replicate into clones of himself to be in numerous places at once, with his mind inhabiting numerous bodies. He typically changed into animal forms during battle, such as a scorpion or an octopus, adapting to the situation. On one occasion, he also transformed into a huge, amorphous mass of darkness that greatly resembled the evil entity he had previously once been/spawned from, and could alter parts of himself at will. He is also capable of transforming into inanimate objects. Immense Strength: Malachor possess enormous immense strength. Immense Durability: Malachor possess drastically greater durability than what is naturally possible. Supernatural Physicality: Malachor could alter his physical capabilities to virtually any level he needed or wanted due to his magical shape-shifting abilities. He has manifested superhuman strength, speed, endurance, and senses. No parameters or upper limits were established regarding these capabilities. Regeneration: While Malachor is completely resistant to most forms of attack, he is not invulnerable; items such as the Sword of Harmony or magics such as divine energy can damage the substance from which he is made. However, Malachor was able to regenerate to a large degree even against attacks such as these. These sorts of assaults tend to create large, burning holes or gashes in him where he is struck, which Malachor can close back up with effort. However, his ability to regenerate in these situations was limited. Accelerating Regeneration: Malachor can increases the rate and speed of his Regeneration as the result of the level of punishment sustained. This means that each time he is wounded and healed, this will make the speed of regeneration faster than before, and will get faster each time he is wounded and healed. Making Malachor more difficult to kill him even Samurai Jack's Sword. Magic Immunity: Malachor is unaffected/immune by Equestrian Magic in any way except the Elements of Harmony. Eye Beams: One of Malachor’s most commonly utilized attacks, this ability tends to manifest as beams of red light that typically incinerates the objects it makes contact with. It can be used either as continuous beams of red light, or as staccato bolts of energy. He has used this ability in numerous battles with the Mane Six, and he also used it to destroy the majority of his past kingdom. Malachor can also harmlessly teleport beings to places of his choosing through this power. The beams can also slice through objects like a plasma torch, or cause them to explode. Malachor also uses a variation of this ability to restore or recreate. Hyper Beam: Malachor fires a dark purple beam and black of energy with a dark black energy around it from his mouth or hands at his enemies. For a larger beam, Malachor puts his arms in front of him and fires a huge dark purple beam from in between his arms at his opponent. He also used it to destroy the majority of his past kingdom. Claws: Malachor had razor sharp claws, which he repeatedly used in attempts in combat or murder ponies. Atmokinesis: Malachor seems to have the ability to control the weather, because when he is seen, a strong wind comes and a destructive storm cloud appears, and when he arrives, lightning appears afterwards followed by thunder. Sun Blocking: Malachor can block the sun in the sky through different methods, including darkening the sky, placing an object high in the sky that blocks the sun, creating dark clouds to block the sun, causing eclipse, etc., preventing sunlight coming down, which will kill plants over time and prevent solar-powered beings from getting their power Personal Void: Malachor possesses a portable void and space within or around his body that the can use to entrap objects or living beings. Remote Viewing: Using mystical forces in his lair, Malachor can create images on the walls or mirrors to view whatever he wishes. He tends to use this ability most often to simply watch Twilight and her friends doing some circumstances while stewing in his unhappiness at being unable to kill them. Umbrageous Teleportation: Malachor can teleport via shadows/darkness, merging into shadows/darkness and appearing anywhere else from the same element. He can even teleport himself to one point to an other in a black smoke. He uses this often for quick appearances or escapes. Shadow Claw: Malachor can project and retract razor-sharp claws of darkness/shadows from his fingertips for offensive purposes. Smoke Breath: Malachor is able to generate and manipulate black smoke within in a way that allows him to shape the exhaling of the effect. These shapes can include bursts, streams, even a mist of it from the mouth. He uses this often for quick escapes. Dark Elemental Control: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the elements of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of nature, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal elements. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of nature itself. Dark Earth Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the earth of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of earth, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal earth. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of earth. Dark Fire Manipulation: Malachor can manipulate the fire of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of fire, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal fire. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of fire. Dark Lightning Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the electricity of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of electricity, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal electricity. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of electricity. Dark Water Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the water of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of water, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal water. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of water. Dark Wind Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the air/wind of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of air/wind, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal air/wind. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of air/wind. Dark Ice Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the ice of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of ice, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal ice. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of ice. Dark Fire Ball Projection: Malachor create and launch balls of dark fire. Plunder Vine Manipulation: Malachor can summon Plunder Vines come out of the ground and strike his enemies. Telekinesis: He has shown the ability to move, control and manipulate objects through will alone, even from huge distances. While using this ability, his eyes tend to flash red. Conjuring: He has the ability to create objects out of black mist. Necromancy: Malachor has been shown to be capable of animating countless dead bodies and bending them to his will. He can even revive other beings. Possession: Malachor can possess over the body of any living being, whether sentient or not, by stealing their motor functions and senses. Interstellar Travel: Malachor is capable of interstellar travel, well beyond the speed of light. Object Materialization: The ability to create objects and materials out of nothing. Corruption: One of Malachor’s most powerful abilities. Using dark magic, Malachor can manipulate humans and ponies heart or mutate normally harmless beings into monstrous versions of themselves. Corruption Aura: Malachor can surround himself in corruption energy/matter to cause a morality changing effect to everyone that comes into contact or any corrupting related effect. Corruption Manipulation: Malachor can manipulate the powers of corruption to take a variety of effects on themselves or others. Malachor may take control of any darkness in the hearts of others to make them into their servants. He can even influence the corruption in a means of combat purposes, energy attacks, or corruption techniques. Absolute Darkness: Malachor is able to create a field of absolute impenetrable darkness that completely negates sight and may also dull or even completely negate the other senses. He potentially able to generate darkness so intense it can completely obliterate objects in its path. Darkness Aura: Malachor can release and surround himself in/with darkness/shadow for defensive and/or offensive purposes, possibly becoming almost untouchable. The aura may also give him enhanced physical capabilities such as speed, strength and durability. Dark Fire Aura: Malachor can surround himself in dark fire when he is angered. Reality Warping: Malachor could warp reality to an extent. He was even able to affected inanimate objects, and made them into his dark world in appearance. Dark Portal Creation: Malachor can create portals using darkness/shadows. These portals can also lead to a world of emptiness/darkness. He even able to open a portal to the Human World. He uses this often for quick escapes. Darkness Blast: Malachor releases darkness/shadow over a specific target area. Dark Energy Blast: Malachor can release dark energy over a specific target area causing great damage and/or delivering great shock waves of pure force. Dark Beam Emission: Malachor releases beams of a darkness/shadow. Dark Pillar Projection: Malachor project darkness/shadow pillars. Darkness Slash: Malachor releases darkness/shadow when slashing. Dark Reflective Attacks: Malachor release attacks of darkness/shadow that can bounce off of any surface. Darkness Bullet Projection: Malachor can fire in short sequence over a wide area. Darkness Bomb: Malachor can create bombs/explosions of darkness/shadow. Formulated Darkness Blasts: Malachor release blasts of darkness/shadow in a form of a creature or object. Dark Missiles: Malachor can create missiles of darkness/shadow. Dark Scatter Shot: Malachor release darkness/shadow blasts that split into multiple fragments. Shadow Breath: Discharge darkness/shadow blasts from his mouth. Dark Wind Breath: The ability to generate from within oneself dark wind and release them from the mouth. Darkness Manipulation: Malachor can  manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, etc. Dark Energy Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate dark energy, usually drawn from inter-dimensional or other similar sources. It can be channeled to a variety of effects as an absence of light, a solid, gaseous and/or liquid substance that can be shaped/manifested in various ways. Unlike Darkness Manipulation, which draws from the similar source, dark energy focuses on direct, destructive and violently outwards directed aspect of the spectrum. Destructive Energy Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate destructive energy, capable of destroying anything without leaving a single trace. Dark Shield: Malachor can create shields of varying shapes and sizes out of the darkness/shadows. Shadow Ball Projection: Malachor can create and launch spheres of darkness/shadow. Omnidirectional Darkness Waves: Malachor send out a wave of darkness/shadow in all directions. Dark Hand Blasts: Malachor release darkness/shadow blasts from his hands. Darkness Solidification: Malachor can solidify or give solid-like properties to darkness/shadows with the level of solidity going from loose jelly to metal-like hardness or beyond. Darkness Spike Projection: Malachor can project darkness/shadow spikes. Shadow Camouflage: Malachor is able to become undetectable as long as he's in darkness or shadow. Shadow Mimicry: Malachor can transform his body completely into shadows. He transformed form is either anatomically identical to his normal form, aside of being made of shadow, in which case, it contains all organs and is somewhat vulnerable to attacks. Alternately, Malachor can transform into homogenous matter, without any part of his form being more important than the other. Malachor can assume a two-dimensional form, extend outward to become a larger shadow, blend into shadows completely, or even teleport through him. Spiritual Darkness Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate darkness/shadows formed from one's soul/spirit. Due to being comprised of spiritual power, the darkness/shadows aren't only stronger than usual darkness/shadows, but also have the power to affect one's soul in varying ways. Shadow Cloning: Malachor can create clones of himself, others and/or objects by using darkness/shadow. Shadow Swimming: Malachor can swim through any/all shadows/darkness as if they were made of liquid. Shadow Stealth: Malachor can hide within the shadows of others. Smoke Mimicry: Malachor can transform his body completely into smoke. Animated Shadow: Malachor can transform his or other's shadows into living beings. Umbrakinetic Creature Creation: Malachor can create beings of darkness/shadow or shape existing darkness/shadow into wanted shapes and purposes. He even use it to make Shadow Monsters. Vocal Mimicry: He was able to imitate someone's voice perfectly. Combat Skills: Despite never having been shown to have trained at all in any form of martial art, Malachor was a very skilled practitioner of hand-to-hand combat. He is also shown to be a fairly skilled swordsman, as on one occasion where he uses his sword. Nightmare Manipulation: Malachor can enter and manipulate the nightmares of oneself and others, including modifying, suppressing, fabricating, influencing, manifesting, sensing, and observing nightmares. Nightmare Imprisonment: Malachor can trap others in nightmares. Darkness Imprisonment: Malachor can bind, imprison and/or otherwise stop object/being by surrounding them completely by using darkness. Mirror Imprisonment: Malachor is able trap victims into any reflection. Crystal Imprisonment: Malachor can bind, imprison and/or otherwise stop object/being by surrounding them completely by using crystals. Plant/Flora-cide. With a touch, Malachor can instantly cause plants to die. Umbrakinetic Creature Creation: Malachor can create beings of darkness/shadow or shape existing darkness/shadow into wanted shapes and purposes. He can also use it to make Shadow Creatures. Illusion Manipulation: Malachor can create and manipulate illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Sonic Scream: Malachor can emit/generate extremely powerful scream of a high amplitude for a variety of purposes. Enhanced Roar: Malachor is able to shout so loud that the user can blow away objects or break objects with his ferocious vocal cords which can cause vibrations.He may also be able to emit a roar strong enough to cause fear. Levitate: Malachor can hover in the air. Weaknesses: Despite his powerful abilities, Malachor has a few weaknesses. These include: Reflection: Malachor’s own reflection will reveal his normal form no matter what he has shifted to look like. Flash Photography: If a camera flashes at Malachor in his different forms, it will reveal his normal form for a short time. Divine Power: Though Malachor cannot be harmed and killed by normal weapons and attacks, even the high-tech ones, those with divine power or magic of harmony such as the Sword of Harmony, Elements of Harmony, Three Prime Alicorn Deities, Samurai Jack's Sword, and the crystal geodes or magic necklaces from Equestria Girls. 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Malachor, the Dark Lord

"Once again, I am free to smite the world as I did in days long past." -Malachor Malachor was an evil, powerful, and demonic dark tyrant born from a cosmic black mass of darkness (the same mass where Aku was born) and main antagonist of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and PPG WOL the Series. Species: Ancient Dark Entity Gender: Male Height: Varies Alias: The Dark Lord The Great Evil God Malachor the Dark Lord The Lord of Shadows The Lord of Darkness Lord Malachor The Dark Lord Malachor Master Master Malachor The Shadow Lord The Shadow King The Dark God The Dark Master The Ruler of Darkness The Master of Darkness The Master of Shadows The Bringer of Darkness The Emperor of Sorrow Dark Lord of All Darkness The Master of all Darkness and Evil Ruler of the Shadow Creatures The Dark One The Evil One The King of Evil The Ultimate Evil The Great Evil The Dark Entity The Evil Entity Hoodie Malcolm Shadows Occupation: Dark Lord Ruler of the Shadow Realm Leader of the Shadow Creatures Hobby: Causing chaos. Humiliating, mocking, and tricking his enemies. Seeking vengeance on those who get in his way. Subjecting all to his rule. Destroying everything sacred and beautiful. Slaughter, enslaving, and torturing his enemies. Scaring victims. Putting victims in despair. Goals: To rule Equestria and the Human World as the almighty being. Plunge the world into darkness. Kill the Mane Six and destroy Elements of Harmony. Allies: The Black Mass (incarnation) Professor N. Shroud Salvox Duskos Duskos The Dazzlings (sometimes) Nightmare Moon (formerly) Demon Sunset (clone) Midnight Sparkle (clone) Tirek Queen Chrysalis King Sombra Shadow Clones Servants of Darkness Shadow Creatures Corrupted Ones Monsters Other minions Enemies: Twilight Sparkle Rainbow Dash Pinkie Pie Rarity Applejack Fluttershy (sometimes) Sunset Shimmer Starlight Glimmer Sci-Twi (Human Twilight) Humane Six Princess Celestia Princess Luna Star Swirl the Bearded The Three Prime Alicorn Deities Zen Aku (brother) Other ponies Other humans PPG WOL Allies: Alpha and Beta Mojo Jojo PPG WOL Enemies: PPG Aku Powerpuff Girls Bliss Voice Actor: Scott McNeil or Frank Welker Japanese Voice Actor: Takaya Kuroda or Kiyoyuki Yanada Main Theme: link Personality: Malachor is evil incarnate; he embodies the very essence of an evil overlord. Cruel, ruthless, serious, brutal, malicious, cunning, uncaring, omnipotent, blasphemous, domineering, and authoritative to all he meets, it is obeyed or obliterated with Malachor. He is truly arrogant, oppressive, temperamental, destructive, and sadistic by default, and does not take kindly to disobedience. Although he is merciless, manipulative, and sometimes generous, to say the least, he has enough of an understanding of humanity to manipulate their feelings to his advantage. This is how he manipulated King Sombra, Stygian, and Luna into becoming Nightmare Moon. Malachor is as intelligent as he is powerful, and his cunning knows little end, from taking the form of a cute boy to trick either Rarity or Twilight, or manipulating various races into serving him. He has no remorse whatsoever about telling someone he will save their village if they obey his command. Despite this, he possesses a dry sense of humor and often jokes when in a good mood, frequently mocking everyone, including the Mane 6, whenever he can and whatever he can. He is also a bit crazy. Appearances: Malachor appears to be a very tall and imposing-looking demon in a floor-length black robe, hood, red eyes engulfed with dark purple haze, large spike shoulder pauldrons. His movements has cracking, rumbling, and booming sounds like Aku from Samurai Jack. A deep droning noise was often heard around him when he appears. Origin: Long ago in the vastness of space, a great, formless evil arose. Before it could do harm to the universe, it was set upon the three mighty gods Odin, Ra, and Vishnu. During the battle, the deities' assault was fierce, and despite the entity's attempts to resist, it was almost entirely destroyed, save for two pieces flung from the whole. The two fragments drifted through space for untold time, one crashed to Earth, and other one crashed to Equestria during the Cretaceous period of the Mesozoic era. It is implied that this crash is the event that caused the extinction of the none-avian dinosaurs. The fragment developed over eons into an ominous forest of black spikes that devoured any who or what dared enter. Eventually the forest grew so large that it nearly threatened Canterlot, and so Princess Amore requested Star Swirl the Bearded to kill the evil at its source. Armed with a magic oil he created to strengthen his magic, Star Swirl and the princess’s cavalry rode into the heart of the forest. Once at the black lake in the forest's center, the wizard doused an arrow into the oil he had made, firing it into the black lake. Unexpectedly, the oil's magic did not destroy the evil, but had the unforeseen effect of galvanising the evil into a demonic specter form, giving it sentience and shape-shifting abilities, and thus giving birth to the dark wizard, Malachor. Malachor easily defeated Star Swirl, trapping him to the side of the tree from which Malachor spawned in order to watch as the Dark Lord sought out to destroy Canterlot and all of Equestria afterwards. The Three Deities, sensing the good in Star Swirl, summoned him to a secret place. Taking the good inside him, they forged the energies and theirs to create a mighty blade from the crystal tree deep within the Ever Free Forest, creating the Sword of Harmony: a magic sword that would be capable of harming Malachor. Armed with the sword and a magical suit of armor, Star Swirl plunged into battle against Malachor. In the end, Star Swirl was victorious, but he was unable to destroy the demon, and so instead sealed him into the devastated Badlands. As he was sealed away, Malachor vowed he would one day return. After sealing him, the Sword of Harmony split into the six Elements of Harmony. Shortly after, the Princess Amore gave birth to two daughters: Celestia and Luna. Determined to learn from the catastrophe, and aware that Malachor may indeed one day return, Starswirl and the Princesses determined on creating a plan, and thus orchestrated the events that would set Twilight and the five on the path to becoming the Guardians of Harmony, thus to defeat Malachor once and for all. In the present, Malachor first appeared in Twilight’s dream as a shadowy silhouette ominously slowly turns around. During a solar eclipse, the tree form that Malachor was imprisoned in the Badlands, and dissolved releasing Malachor. Abilities and Powers: Malachor was well known for being one of the most powerful characters of the series. He had a large range and arsenal of powers and capabilities that made him almost unstoppable. He is far more powerful than Aku. Immense Dark Powers: Malachor has a immense amount of dark powers. Dark Magic: Malachor utilize powerful dark arts. Tentacle Extension: Malachor can generate tentacles tentacle-like appendages. He has used this ability in numerous battles with the Mane Six, and he also used it to destroy the majority of his past kingdom. Immortality: A significant aspect in the series is that Malachor was ageless and immortal. He requires no sustenance, and cannot be harmed by mortal means. Only the power of divine weapons like Sword of Harmony and the Elements of Harmony (sword form), or divine entities are capable of doing him harm. He also can bestow agelessness to others. Shapeshifting: Malachor could change into virtually any form he desired, from a giant dragon to a small insect, or even a human and pony. He was able to seamlessly change his size, liquefy himself, or stretch and expand his body. He could even replicate into clones of himself to be in numerous places at once, with his mind inhabiting numerous bodies. He typically changed into animal forms during battle, such as a scorpion or an octopus, adapting to the situation. On one occasion, he also transformed into a huge, amorphous mass of darkness that greatly resembled the evil entity he had previously once been/spawned from, and could alter parts of himself at will. He is also capable of transforming into inanimate objects. Immense Strength: Malachor possess enormous immense strength. Immense Durability: Malachor possess drastically greater durability than what is naturally possible. Supernatural Physicality: Malachor could alter his physical capabilities to virtually any level he needed or wanted due to his magical shape-shifting abilities. He has manifested superhuman strength, speed, endurance, and senses. No parameters or upper limits were established regarding these capabilities. Regeneration: While Malachor is completely resistant to most forms of attack, he is not invulnerable; items such as the Sword of Harmony or magics such as divine energy can damage the substance from which he is made. However, Malachor was able to regenerate to a large degree even against attacks such as these. These sorts of assaults tend to create large, burning holes or gashes in him where he is struck, which Malachor can close back up with effort. However, his ability to regenerate in these situations was limited. Accelerating Regeneration: Malachor can increases the rate and speed of his Regeneration as the result of the level of punishment sustained. This means that each time he is wounded and healed, this will make the speed of regeneration faster than before, and will get faster each time he is wounded and healed. Making Malachor more difficult to kill him even Samurai Jack's Sword. Magic Immunity: Malachor is unaffected/immune by Equestrian Magic in any way except the Elements of Harmony. Eye Beams: One of Malachor’s most commonly utilized attacks, this ability tends to manifest as beams of red light that typically incinerates the objects it makes contact with. It can be used either as continuous beams of red light, or as staccato bolts of energy. He has used this ability in numerous battles with the Mane Six, and he also used it to destroy the majority of his past kingdom. Malachor can also harmlessly teleport beings to places of his choosing through this power. The beams can also slice through objects like a plasma torch, or cause them to explode. Malachor also uses a variation of this ability to restore or recreate. Hyper Beam: Malachor fires a dark purple beam and black of energy with a dark black energy around it from his mouth or hands at his enemies. For a larger beam, Malachor puts his arms in front of him and fires a huge dark purple beam from in between his arms at his opponent. He also used it to destroy the majority of his past kingdom. Claws: Malachor had razor sharp claws, which he repeatedly used in attempts in combat or murder ponies. Atmokinesis: Malachor seems to have the ability to control the weather, because when he is seen, a strong wind comes and a destructive storm cloud appears, and when he arrives, lightning appears afterwards followed by thunder. Sun Blocking: Malachor can block the sun in the sky through different methods, including darkening the sky, placing an object high in the sky that blocks the sun, creating dark clouds to block the sun, causing eclipse, etc., preventing sunlight coming down, which will kill plants over time and prevent solar-powered beings from getting their power Personal Void: Malachor possesses a portable void and space within or around his body that the can use to entrap objects or living beings. Remote Viewing: Using mystical forces in his lair, Malachor can create images on the walls or mirrors to view whatever he wishes. He tends to use this ability most often to simply watch Twilight and her friends doing some circumstances while stewing in his unhappiness at being unable to kill them. Umbrageous Teleportation: Malachor can teleport via shadows/darkness, merging into shadows/darkness and appearing anywhere else from the same element. He can even teleport himself to one point to an other in a black smoke. He uses this often for quick appearances or escapes. Shadow Claw: Malachor can project and retract razor-sharp claws of darkness/shadows from his fingertips for offensive purposes. Smoke Breath: Malachor is able to generate and manipulate black smoke within in a way that allows him to shape the exhaling of the effect. These shapes can include bursts, streams, even a mist of it from the mouth. He uses this often for quick escapes. Dark Elemental Control: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the elements of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of nature, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal elements. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of nature itself. Dark Earth Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the earth of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of earth, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal earth. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of earth. Dark Fire Manipulation: Malachor can manipulate the fire of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of fire, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal fire. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of fire. Dark Lightning Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the electricity of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of electricity, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal electricity. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of electricity. Dark Water Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the water of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of water, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal water. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of water. Dark Wind Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the air/wind of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of air/wind, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal air/wind. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of air/wind. Dark Ice Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the ice of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of ice, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal ice. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of ice. Dark Fire Ball Projection: Malachor create and launch balls of dark fire. Plunder Vine Manipulation: Malachor can summon Plunder Vines come out of the ground and strike his enemies. Telekinesis: He has shown the ability to move, control and manipulate objects through will alone, even from huge distances. While using this ability, his eyes tend to flash red. Conjuring: He has the ability to create objects out of black mist. Necromancy: Malachor has been shown to be capable of animating countless dead bodies and bending them to his will. He can even revive other beings. Possession: Malachor can possess over the body of any living being, whether sentient or not, by stealing their motor functions and senses. Interstellar Travel: Malachor is capable of interstellar travel, well beyond the speed of light. Object Materialization: The ability to create objects and materials out of nothing. Corruption: One of Malachor’s most powerful abilities. Using dark magic, Malachor can manipulate humans and ponies heart or mutate normally harmless beings into monstrous versions of themselves. Corruption Aura: Malachor can surround himself in corruption energy/matter to cause a morality changing effect to everyone that comes into contact or any corrupting related effect. Corruption Manipulation: Malachor can manipulate the powers of corruption to take a variety of effects on themselves or others. Malachor may take control of any darkness in the hearts of others to make them into their servants. He can even influence the corruption in a means of combat purposes, energy attacks, or corruption techniques. Absolute Darkness: Malachor is able to create a field of absolute impenetrable darkness that completely negates sight and may also dull or even completely negate the other senses. He potentially able to generate darkness so intense it can completely obliterate objects in its path. Darkness Aura: Malachor can release and surround himself in/with darkness/shadow for defensive and/or offensive purposes, possibly becoming almost untouchable. The aura may also give him enhanced physical capabilities such as speed, strength and durability. Dark Fire Aura: Malachor can surround himself in dark fire when he is angered. Reality Warping: Malachor could warp reality to an extent. He was even able to affected inanimate objects, and made them into his dark world in appearance. Dark Portal Creation: Malachor can create portals using darkness/shadows. These portals can also lead to a world of emptiness/darkness. He even able to open a portal to the Human World. He uses this often for quick escapes. Darkness Blast: Malachor releases darkness/shadow over a specific target area. Dark Energy Blast: Malachor can release dark energy over a specific target area causing great damage and/or delivering great shock waves of pure force. Dark Beam Emission: Malachor releases beams of a darkness/shadow. Dark Pillar Projection: Malachor project darkness/shadow pillars. Darkness Slash: Malachor releases darkness/shadow when slashing. Dark Reflective Attacks: Malachor release attacks of darkness/shadow that can bounce off of any surface. Darkness Bullet Projection: Malachor can fire in short sequence over a wide area. Darkness Bomb: Malachor can create bombs/explosions of darkness/shadow. Formulated Darkness Blasts: Malachor release blasts of darkness/shadow in a form of a creature or object. Dark Missiles: Malachor can create missiles of darkness/shadow. Dark Scatter Shot: Malachor release darkness/shadow blasts that split into multiple fragments. Shadow Breath: Discharge darkness/shadow blasts from his mouth. Dark Wind Breath: The ability to generate from within oneself dark wind and release them from the mouth. Darkness Manipulation: Malachor can  manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, etc. Dark Energy Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate dark energy, usually drawn from inter-dimensional or other similar sources. It can be channeled to a variety of effects as an absence of light, a solid, gaseous and/or liquid substance that can be shaped/manifested in various ways. Unlike Darkness Manipulation, which draws from the similar source, dark energy focuses on direct, destructive and violently outwards directed aspect of the spectrum. Destructive Energy Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate destructive energy, capable of destroying anything without leaving a single trace. Dark Shield: Malachor can create shields of varying shapes and sizes out of the darkness/shadows. Shadow Ball Projection: Malachor can create and launch spheres of darkness/shadow. Omnidirectional Darkness Waves: Malachor send out a wave of darkness/shadow in all directions. Dark Hand Blasts: Malachor release darkness/shadow blasts from his hands. Darkness Solidification: Malachor can solidify or give solid-like properties to darkness/shadows with the level of solidity going from loose jelly to metal-like hardness or beyond. Darkness Spike Projection: Malachor can project darkness/shadow spikes. Shadow Camouflage: Malachor is able to become undetectable as long as he's in darkness or shadow. Shadow Mimicry: Malachor can transform his body completely into shadows. He transformed form is either anatomically identical to his normal form, aside of being made of shadow, in which case, it contains all organs and is somewhat vulnerable to attacks. Alternately, Malachor can transform into homogenous matter, without any part of his form being more important than the other. Malachor can assume a two-dimensional form, extend outward to become a larger shadow, blend into shadows completely, or even teleport through him. Spiritual Darkness Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate darkness/shadows formed from one's soul/spirit. Due to being comprised of spiritual power, the darkness/shadows aren't only stronger than usual darkness/shadows, but also have the power to affect one's soul in varying ways. Shadow Cloning: Malachor can create clones of himself, others and/or objects by using darkness/shadow. Shadow Swimming: Malachor can swim through any/all shadows/darkness as if they were made of liquid. Shadow Stealth: Malachor can hide within the shadows of others. Smoke Mimicry: Malachor can transform his body completely into smoke. Animated Shadow: Malachor can transform his or other's shadows into living beings. Umbrakinetic Creature Creation: Malachor can create beings of darkness/shadow or shape existing darkness/shadow into wanted shapes and purposes. He even use it to make Shadow Monsters. Vocal Mimicry: He was able to imitate someone's voice perfectly. Combat Skills: Despite never having been shown to have trained at all in any form of martial art, Malachor was a very skilled practitioner of hand-to-hand combat. He is also shown to be a fairly skilled swordsman, as on one occasion where he uses his sword. Nightmare Manipulation: Malachor can enter and manipulate the nightmares of oneself and others, including modifying, suppressing, fabricating, influencing, manifesting, sensing, and observing nightmares. Nightmare Imprisonment: Malachor can trap others in nightmares. Darkness Imprisonment: Malachor can bind, imprison and/or otherwise stop object/being by surrounding them completely by using darkness. Mirror Imprisonment: Malachor is able trap victims into any reflection. Crystal Imprisonment: Malachor can bind, imprison and/or otherwise stop object/being by surrounding them completely by using crystals. Plant/Flora-cide. With a touch, Malachor can instantly cause plants to die. Umbrakinetic Creature Creation: Malachor can create beings of darkness/shadow or shape existing darkness/shadow into wanted shapes and purposes. He can also use it to make Shadow Creatures. Illusion Manipulation: Malachor can create and manipulate illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Sonic Scream: Malachor can emit/generate extremely powerful scream of a high amplitude for a variety of purposes. Enhanced Roar: Malachor is able to shout so loud that the user can blow away objects or break objects with his ferocious vocal cords which can cause vibrations.He may also be able to emit a roar strong enough to cause fear. Levitate: Malachor can hover in the air. Weaknesses: Despite his powerful abilities, Malachor has a few weaknesses. These include: Reflection: Malachor’s own reflection will reveal his normal form no matter what he has shifted to look like. Flash Photography: If a camera flashes at Malachor in his different forms, it will reveal his normal form for a short time. Divine Power: Though Malachor cannot be harmed and killed by normal weapons and attacks, even the high-tech ones, those with divine power or magic of harmony such as the Sword of Harmony, Elements of Harmony, Three Prime Alicorn Deities, Samurai Jack's Sword, and the crystal geodes or magic necklaces from Equestria Girls. 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Malachor, the Dark Lord

"Once again, I am free to smite the world as I did in days long past." -Malachor Malachor was an evil, powerful, and demonic dark tyrant born from a cosmic black mass of darkness (the same mass where Aku was born) and main antagonist of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and PPG WOL the Series. Species: Ancient Dark Entity Gender: Male Height: Varies Alias: The Dark Lord The Great Evil God Malachor the Dark Lord The Lord of Shadows The Lord of Darkness Lord Malachor The Dark Lord Malachor Master Master Malachor The Shadow Lord The Shadow King The Dark God The Dark Master The Ruler of Darkness The Master of Darkness The Master of Shadows The Bringer of Darkness The Emperor of Sorrow Dark Lord of All Darkness The Master of all Darkness and Evil Ruler of the Shadow Creatures The Dark One The Evil One The King of Evil The Ultimate Evil The Great Evil The Dark Entity The Evil Entity Hoodie Malcolm Shadows Occupation: Dark Lord Ruler of the Shadow Realm Leader of the Shadow Creatures Hobby: Causing chaos. Humiliating, mocking, and tricking his enemies. Seeking vengeance on those who get in his way. Subjecting all to his rule. Destroying everything sacred and beautiful. Slaughter, enslaving, and torturing his enemies. Scaring victims. Putting victims in despair. Goals: To rule Equestria and the Human World as the almighty being. Plunge the world into darkness. Kill the Mane Six and destroy Elements of Harmony. Allies: The Black Mass (incarnation) Professor N. Shroud Salvox Duskos Duskos The Dazzlings (sometimes) Nightmare Moon (formerly) Demon Sunset (clone) Midnight Sparkle (clone) Tirek Queen Chrysalis King Sombra Shadow Clones Servants of Darkness Shadow Creatures Corrupted Ones Monsters Other minions Enemies: Twilight Sparkle Rainbow Dash Pinkie Pie Rarity Applejack Fluttershy (sometimes) Sunset Shimmer Starlight Glimmer Sci-Twi (Human Twilight) Humane Six Princess Celestia Princess Luna Star Swirl the Bearded The Three Prime Alicorn Deities Zen Aku (brother) Other ponies Other humans PPG WOL Allies: Alpha and Beta Mojo Jojo PPG WOL Enemies: PPG Aku Powerpuff Girls Bliss Voice Actor: Scott McNeil or Frank Welker Japanese Voice Actor: Takaya Kuroda or Kiyoyuki Yanada Main Theme: link Personality: Malachor is evil incarnate; he embodies the very essence of an evil overlord. Cruel, ruthless, serious, brutal, malicious, cunning, uncaring, omnipotent, blasphemous, domineering, and authoritative to all he meets, it is obeyed or obliterated with Malachor. He is truly arrogant, oppressive, temperamental, destructive, and sadistic by default, and does not take kindly to disobedience. Although he is merciless, manipulative, and sometimes generous, to say the least, he has enough of an understanding of humanity to manipulate their feelings to his advantage. This is how he manipulated King Sombra, Stygian, and Luna into becoming Nightmare Moon. Malachor is as intelligent as he is powerful, and his cunning knows little end, from taking the form of a cute boy to trick either Rarity or Twilight, or manipulating various races into serving him. He has no remorse whatsoever about telling someone he will save their village if they obey his command. Despite this, he possesses a dry sense of humor and often jokes when in a good mood, frequently mocking everyone, including the Mane 6, whenever he can and whatever he can. He is also a bit crazy. Appearances: Malachor appears to be a very tall and imposing-looking demon in a floor-length black robe, hood, red eyes engulfed with dark purple haze, large spike shoulder pauldrons. His movements has cracking, rumbling, and booming sounds like Aku from Samurai Jack. A deep droning noise was often heard around him when he appears. Origin: Long ago in the vastness of space, a great, formless evil arose. Before it could do harm to the universe, it was set upon the three mighty gods Odin, Ra, and Vishnu. During the battle, the deities' assault was fierce, and despite the entity's attempts to resist, it was almost entirely destroyed, save for two pieces flung from the whole. The two fragments drifted through space for untold time, one crashed to Earth, and other one crashed to Equestria during the Cretaceous period of the Mesozoic era. It is implied that this crash is the event that caused the extinction of the none-avian dinosaurs. The fragment developed over eons into an ominous forest of black spikes that devoured any who or what dared enter. Eventually the forest grew so large that it nearly threatened Canterlot, and so Princess Amore requested Star Swirl the Bearded to kill the evil at its source. Armed with a magic oil he created to strengthen his magic, Star Swirl and the princess’s cavalry rode into the heart of the forest. Once at the black lake in the forest's center, the wizard doused an arrow into the oil he had made, firing it into the black lake. Unexpectedly, the oil's magic did not destroy the evil, but had the unforeseen effect of galvanising the evil into a demonic specter form, giving it sentience and shape-shifting abilities, and thus giving birth to the dark wizard, Malachor. Malachor easily defeated Star Swirl, trapping him to the side of the tree from which Malachor spawned in order to watch as the Dark Lord sought out to destroy Canterlot and all of Equestria afterwards. The Three Deities, sensing the good in Star Swirl, summoned him to a secret place. Taking the good inside him, they forged the energies and theirs to create a mighty blade from the crystal tree deep within the Ever Free Forest, creating the Sword of Harmony: a magic sword that would be capable of harming Malachor. Armed with the sword and a magical suit of armor, Star Swirl plunged into battle against Malachor. In the end, Star Swirl was victorious, but he was unable to destroy the demon, and so instead sealed him into the devastated Badlands. As he was sealed away, Malachor vowed he would one day return. After sealing him, the Sword of Harmony split into the six Elements of Harmony. Shortly after, the Princess Amore gave birth to two daughters: Celestia and Luna. Determined to learn from the catastrophe, and aware that Malachor may indeed one day return, Starswirl and the Princesses determined on creating a plan, and thus orchestrated the events that would set Twilight and the five on the path to becoming the Guardians of Harmony, thus to defeat Malachor once and for all. In the present, Malachor first appeared in Twilight’s dream as a shadowy silhouette ominously slowly turns around. During a solar eclipse, the tree form that Malachor was imprisoned in the Badlands, and dissolved releasing Malachor. Abilities and Powers: Malachor was well known for being one of the most powerful characters of the series. He had a large range and arsenal of powers and capabilities that made him almost unstoppable. He is far more powerful than Aku. Immense Dark Powers: Malachor has a immense amount of dark powers. Dark Magic: Malachor utilize powerful dark arts. Tentacle Extension: Malachor can generate tentacles tentacle-like appendages. He has used this ability in numerous battles with the Mane Six, and he also used it to destroy the majority of his past kingdom. Immortality: A significant aspect in the series is that Malachor was ageless and immortal. He requires no sustenance, and cannot be harmed by mortal means. Only the power of divine weapons like Sword of Harmony and the Elements of Harmony (sword form), or divine entities are capable of doing him harm. He also can bestow agelessness to others. Shapeshifting: Malachor could change into virtually any form he desired, from a giant dragon to a small insect, or even a human and pony. He was able to seamlessly change his size, liquefy himself, or stretch and expand his body. He could even replicate into clones of himself to be in numerous places at once, with his mind inhabiting numerous bodies. He typically changed into animal forms during battle, such as a scorpion or an octopus, adapting to the situation. On one occasion, he also transformed into a huge, amorphous mass of darkness that greatly resembled the evil entity he had previously once been/spawned from, and could alter parts of himself at will. He is also capable of transforming into inanimate objects. Immense Strength: Malachor possess enormous immense strength. Immense Durability: Malachor possess drastically greater durability than what is naturally possible. Supernatural Physicality: Malachor could alter his physical capabilities to virtually any level he needed or wanted due to his magical shape-shifting abilities. He has manifested superhuman strength, speed, endurance, and senses. No parameters or upper limits were established regarding these capabilities. Regeneration: While Malachor is completely resistant to most forms of attack, he is not invulnerable; items such as the Sword of Harmony or magics such as divine energy can damage the substance from which he is made. However, Malachor was able to regenerate to a large degree even against attacks such as these. These sorts of assaults tend to create large, burning holes or gashes in him where he is struck, which Malachor can close back up with effort. However, his ability to regenerate in these situations was limited. Accelerating Regeneration: Malachor can increases the rate and speed of his Regeneration as the result of the level of punishment sustained. This means that each time he is wounded and healed, this will make the speed of regeneration faster than before, and will get faster each time he is wounded and healed. Making Malachor more difficult to kill him even Samurai Jack's Sword. Magic Immunity: Malachor is unaffected/immune by Equestrian Magic in any way except the Elements of Harmony. Eye Beams: One of Malachor’s most commonly utilized attacks, this ability tends to manifest as beams of red light that typically incinerates the objects it makes contact with. It can be used either as continuous beams of red light, or as staccato bolts of energy. He has used this ability in numerous battles with the Mane Six, and he also used it to destroy the majority of his past kingdom. Malachor can also harmlessly teleport beings to places of his choosing through this power. The beams can also slice through objects like a plasma torch, or cause them to explode. Malachor also uses a variation of this ability to restore or recreate. Hyper Beam: Malachor fires a dark purple beam and black of energy with a dark black energy around it from his mouth or hands at his enemies. For a larger beam, Malachor puts his arms in front of him and fires a huge dark purple beam from in between his arms at his opponent. He also used it to destroy the majority of his past kingdom. Claws: Malachor had razor sharp claws, which he repeatedly used in attempts in combat or murder ponies. Atmokinesis: Malachor seems to have the ability to control the weather, because when he is seen, a strong wind comes and a destructive storm cloud appears, and when he arrives, lightning appears afterwards followed by thunder. Sun Blocking: Malachor can block the sun in the sky through different methods, including darkening the sky, placing an object high in the sky that blocks the sun, creating dark clouds to block the sun, causing eclipse, etc., preventing sunlight coming down, which will kill plants over time and prevent solar-powered beings from getting their power Personal Void: Malachor possesses a portable void and space within or around his body that the can use to entrap objects or living beings. Remote Viewing: Using mystical forces in his lair, Malachor can create images on the walls or mirrors to view whatever he wishes. He tends to use this ability most often to simply watch Twilight and her friends doing some circumstances while stewing in his unhappiness at being unable to kill them. Umbrageous Teleportation: Malachor can teleport via shadows/darkness, merging into shadows/darkness and appearing anywhere else from the same element. He can even teleport himself to one point to an other in a black smoke. He uses this often for quick appearances or escapes. Shadow Claw: Malachor can project and retract razor-sharp claws of darkness/shadows from his fingertips for offensive purposes. Smoke Breath: Malachor is able to generate and manipulate black smoke within in a way that allows him to shape the exhaling of the effect. These shapes can include bursts, streams, even a mist of it from the mouth. He uses this often for quick escapes. Dark Elemental Control: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the elements of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of nature, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal elements. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of nature itself. Dark Earth Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the earth of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of earth, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal earth. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of earth. Dark Fire Manipulation: Malachor can manipulate the fire of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of fire, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal fire. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of fire. Dark Lightning Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the electricity of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of electricity, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal electricity. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of electricity. Dark Water Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the water of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of water, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal water. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of water. Dark Wind Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the air/wind of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of air/wind, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal air/wind. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of air/wind. Dark Ice Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate the ice of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything they come across, representing the hazardous destructive side of ice, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal ice. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative powers of ice. Dark Fire Ball Projection: Malachor create and launch balls of dark fire. Plunder Vine Manipulation: Malachor can summon Plunder Vines come out of the ground and strike his enemies. Telekinesis: He has shown the ability to move, control and manipulate objects through will alone, even from huge distances. While using this ability, his eyes tend to flash red. Conjuring: He has the ability to create objects out of black mist. Necromancy: Malachor has been shown to be capable of animating countless dead bodies and bending them to his will. He can even revive other beings. Possession: Malachor can possess over the body of any living being, whether sentient or not, by stealing their motor functions and senses. Interstellar Travel: Malachor is capable of interstellar travel, well beyond the speed of light. Object Materialization: The ability to create objects and materials out of nothing. Corruption: One of Malachor’s most powerful abilities. Using dark magic, Malachor can manipulate humans and ponies heart or mutate normally harmless beings into monstrous versions of themselves. Corruption Aura: Malachor can surround himself in corruption energy/matter to cause a morality changing effect to everyone that comes into contact or any corrupting related effect. Corruption Manipulation: Malachor can manipulate the powers of corruption to take a variety of effects on themselves or others. Malachor may take control of any darkness in the hearts of others to make them into their servants. He can even influence the corruption in a means of combat purposes, energy attacks, or corruption techniques. Absolute Darkness: Malachor is able to create a field of absolute impenetrable darkness that completely negates sight and may also dull or even completely negate the other senses. He potentially able to generate darkness so intense it can completely obliterate objects in its path. Darkness Aura: Malachor can release and surround himself in/with darkness/shadow for defensive and/or offensive purposes, possibly becoming almost untouchable. The aura may also give him enhanced physical capabilities such as speed, strength and durability. Dark Fire Aura: Malachor can surround himself in dark fire when he is angered. Reality Warping: Malachor could warp reality to an extent. He was even able to affected inanimate objects, and made them into his dark world in appearance. Dark Portal Creation: Malachor can create portals using darkness/shadows. These portals can also lead to a world of emptiness/darkness. He even able to open a portal to the Human World. He uses this often for quick escapes. Darkness Blast: Malachor releases darkness/shadow over a specific target area. Dark Energy Blast: Malachor can release dark energy over a specific target area causing great damage and/or delivering great shock waves of pure force. Dark Beam Emission: Malachor releases beams of a darkness/shadow. Dark Pillar Projection: Malachor project darkness/shadow pillars. Darkness Slash: Malachor releases darkness/shadow when slashing. Dark Reflective Attacks: Malachor release attacks of darkness/shadow that can bounce off of any surface. Darkness Bullet Projection: Malachor can fire in short sequence over a wide area. Darkness Bomb: Malachor can create bombs/explosions of darkness/shadow. Formulated Darkness Blasts: Malachor release blasts of darkness/shadow in a form of a creature or object. Dark Missiles: Malachor can create missiles of darkness/shadow. Dark Scatter Shot: Malachor release darkness/shadow blasts that split into multiple fragments. Shadow Breath: Discharge darkness/shadow blasts from his mouth. Dark Wind Breath: The ability to generate from within oneself dark wind and release them from the mouth. Darkness Manipulation: Malachor can  manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, etc. Dark Energy Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate dark energy, usually drawn from inter-dimensional or other similar sources. It can be channeled to a variety of effects as an absence of light, a solid, gaseous and/or liquid substance that can be shaped/manifested in various ways. Unlike Darkness Manipulation, which draws from the similar source, dark energy focuses on direct, destructive and violently outwards directed aspect of the spectrum. Destructive Energy Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate destructive energy, capable of destroying anything without leaving a single trace. Dark Shield: Malachor can create shields of varying shapes and sizes out of the darkness/shadows. Shadow Ball Projection: Malachor can create and launch spheres of darkness/shadow. Omnidirectional Darkness Waves: Malachor send out a wave of darkness/shadow in all directions. Dark Hand Blasts: Malachor release darkness/shadow blasts from his hands. Darkness Solidification: Malachor can solidify or give solid-like properties to darkness/shadows with the level of solidity going from loose jelly to metal-like hardness or beyond. Darkness Spike Projection: Malachor can project darkness/shadow spikes. Shadow Camouflage: Malachor is able to become undetectable as long as he's in darkness or shadow. Shadow Mimicry: Malachor can transform his body completely into shadows. He transformed form is either anatomically identical to his normal form, aside of being made of shadow, in which case, it contains all organs and is somewhat vulnerable to attacks. Alternately, Malachor can transform into homogenous matter, without any part of his form being more important than the other. Malachor can assume a two-dimensional form, extend outward to become a larger shadow, blend into shadows completely, or even teleport through him. Spiritual Darkness Manipulation: Malachor can create, shape and manipulate darkness/shadows formed from one's soul/spirit. Due to being comprised of spiritual power, the darkness/shadows aren't only stronger than usual darkness/shadows, but also have the power to affect one's soul in varying ways. Shadow Cloning: Malachor can create clones of himself, others and/or objects by using darkness/shadow. Shadow Swimming: Malachor can swim through any/all shadows/darkness as if they were made of liquid. Shadow Stealth: Malachor can hide within the shadows of others. Smoke Mimicry: Malachor can transform his body completely into smoke. Animated Shadow: Malachor can transform his or other's shadows into living beings. Umbrakinetic Creature Creation: Malachor can create beings of darkness/shadow or shape existing darkness/shadow into wanted shapes and purposes. He even use it to make Shadow Monsters. Vocal Mimicry: He was able to imitate someone's voice perfectly. Combat Skills: Despite never having been shown to have trained at all in any form of martial art, Malachor was a very skilled practitioner of hand-to-hand combat. He is also shown to be a fairly skilled swordsman, as on one occasion where he uses his sword. Nightmare Manipulation: Malachor can enter and manipulate the nightmares of oneself and others, including modifying, suppressing, fabricating, influencing, manifesting, sensing, and observing nightmares. Nightmare Imprisonment: Malachor can trap others in nightmares. Darkness Imprisonment: Malachor can bind, imprison and/or otherwise stop object/being by surrounding them completely by using darkness. Mirror Imprisonment: Malachor is able trap victims into any reflection. Crystal Imprisonment: Malachor can bind, imprison and/or otherwise stop object/being by surrounding them completely by using crystals. Plant/Flora-cide. With a touch, Malachor can instantly cause plants to die. Umbrakinetic Creature Creation: Malachor can create beings of darkness/shadow or shape existing darkness/shadow into wanted shapes and purposes. He can also use it to make Shadow Creatures. Illusion Manipulation: Malachor can create and manipulate illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Sonic Scream: Malachor can emit/generate extremely powerful scream of a high amplitude for a variety of purposes. Enhanced Roar: Malachor is able to shout so loud that the user can blow away objects or break objects with his ferocious vocal cords which can cause vibrations.He may also be able to emit a roar strong enough to cause fear. Levitate: Malachor can hover in the air. Weaknesses: Despite his powerful abilities, Malachor has a few weaknesses. These include: Reflection: Malachor’s own reflection will reveal his normal form no matter what he has shifted to look like. Flash Photography: If a camera flashes at Malachor in his different forms, it will reveal his normal form for a short time. Divine Power: Though Malachor cannot be harmed and killed by normal weapons and attacks, even the high-tech ones, those with divine power or magic of harmony such as the Sword of Harmony, Elements of Harmony, Three Prime Alicorn Deities, Samurai Jack's Sword, and the crystal geodes or magic necklaces from Equestria Girls. 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