User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7562999-20160519130822

Snowy Sky trots after Freeheart. "I'm coming, Freeheart! I'm coming!"

Strongheart just sighs..."He said he was going to hurt you if I didn't tell me...I couldn't bear watching that again."

GH: "Seriously...It always seems like I'm running out of time..."

Meanwhile in a dark room, a pony's eyes snap open. He looks around his environment and sees nothing but swirling clouds of black and mist. He squints, but still sees nothing. "Hello?"

A baritone voice responds. It sends chills up the stallion's spine. "Hello, my subject. Are you here to grovel for forgiveness?"

???: "Forgiveness? Ah didn't come here on purpose...Ah was brought here."

The baritone chuckles. "Right. You aren't physically here, my subject. This is just a dream. I can no longer bring you to my realm. The barrier is too strong. But, some of me is allowed to wriggle into your dream world. Just enough to talk to you and nothing more."

???: "Wh-what?"

The baritone voice ceases for a second. Then it starts to speak again. "You are not holding up your end of the bargain. You made a deal with me, and you still fail. You must retrieve the mare."

???: "For what purpose? It isn't like you can invade the mortal world anymore."

The air chills and finally a shape walks out of the mist. A vaguely humanoid figure that appears to be made out of shadow. "Ah, but fear will always remain. The war against the bloody angels is going poorly. We need a weapon. She can be that weapon. You will retrieve it, Gunslinger."

The stallion grits his teeth. "But she killed me! Ah'm dead in case you haven' noticed."

The demon smiles cruelly, revealing an army of fangs. "Not quite. I protected you. You aren't dead, but you were gravely injured. You fell into a comatose state. Luckily, an elderly mare found you buried in the snow. She has been trying to nurse you back to health for weeks. Now is your time to wake up."

GS: "Ah'm...Ah'm alive?"

???: "Barely just. If you do not wake soon, you will be. When you finally do, track her down. End her and allow me to reap my prize!"

The Gunslinger scowls but nods. "Fine..."

???: "Very good, Gunslinger...Soon, you shall be my trusted lieutenant. Just think, you the second in command to Abaddon, the Demon of Fear."

GS: "Yeah...fantastic..."

Abaddon chuckles. "My time is up. This message has already cost me too much energy. I must be going. Good-bye, Gunslinger."

The demon fades away, leaving the Gunslinger in the dark room. The stallion lies down and closes his eyes...He will wake up soon. But he still needs a bit more rest...