I sat there waiting patiently to hear Davian's story. Regarding who he is, where he's from, so many questions I have for him aching to be answered. Yet he stood there in thought, thinking where best start or to reveal what he feels necessary to me. He took his time, arms crossed and eyes closed in thought, until moments later he opened them before speaking.

"I suppose I should first explain about what you saw earlier here." He turned around as the blank canvas began to fill with a reddish-orange hue, dirt appearing from the empty floor as patches of green grass sprouts from within. The earth around us shifting into a landscape, with us now standing on the cliff once more, just like the last time I was at the Mindscape.

An orange hue becoming the sky itself as soft clouds filled the sky. It was such a beautiful sight, as the earth beside us cracked and dipped into a shallow depth, red water seeping out from the soil and filling its course down the edge of the cliff. The red current running down as it cascades to a waterfall, pouring into an empty bowl of soil down below the cliff's edge. Then the ground shifted as marble tiles formed, creating a small, rounded ring. Marble stone obelisks rising in a cylindrical shape before breaking down, crackling with an ancient appeal, as the marble around us began losing it's white brilliance, and was soon tarnished as it aged to a yellowish-hue with dust and dirt powdering it's surfaces. I was so captivated by the spectacle that I barely caught Davian resuming with what he has to say.

"This...is my home. I remember this was where I first started training to be a great fighter. With unmatched resolve and with no room for mercy. When in combat, you live or you die, you fight as a man, or die as a coward, and I chose to fight. But not as a man, but as the beast that I was raised to be. At least...that's how I became after my training." I watched him as he had a distant look in his eyes. Then, I saw a young boy, a little older then me with crimson spiky hair and a masculine build for a skinny body talking to another figure.

The unknown figure wore a hood, though his complexion was dark, very similar to African American's in my world. The boy looked so eager, so determined, despite his bruised and cut-down figure, his clothes were ripped in different places, showing scrapes and bruises as the other figure only looked no more then wrinkled under that robe of his.

"So Teach', are we going to get more serious, or is this all you got for me today?" The boy asked smugly with a grin on his face and his arms crossed as the other figure chuckled in amusement. The hooded figure spoke in a raspy groan in his voice, with a crackle to the way he speaks as he responds to the boy.

"Do I not provide you with enough of a challenge young Davian?" The figure asked as my eyes opened wide in surprise, realizing that the young boy in front of me was Davian himself, but he was so much younger, and not as bulky as he is now, he didn't even look as strong as I was. But he still had that cocky and confident stature to him, his arms crossed as always before closing his eyes with a smirk as he lifts his shoulder in a shrug.

"Meh, you're okay, but I'm really itching for something more. All this basic stuff is becoming tedious and I feel I can do so much more." The younger Davian commented to the figure in front of him. I looked at the real Davian before me as he watched intently with a smile, wondering why he was grinning like that before I saw the hooded figure drop down and flicked his hand before something shiny gleamed from thin air.

It took the form of a scythe, with a hard, Redwood polish that twisted with thick roots in a tight coil to make the stem of the gleaming and dangerous weapon. The joint carved as a polished metallic skull, with the blade protruding from the back of it's cranium, the metal looked like it was made of Stainless Steel, but was far from being just a simple blade, with the intricate designs applied to the blades smooth sides. It was a beautiful, yet wicked looking weapon as it reflected the redden sky. I looked back at Davian's eager face as I asked him about this hooded figure. He never removed his eyes from the event about to take place as he answered.

"That man was my mentor. He taught me a vast majority about combat and gave me proper field training. In fact, if it wasn't for him I wouldn't be the man that I am today. I looked up to him and viewed him as someone to be better then any other. Its a shame..." He looked down in disappointed as I tilted my head.

"What's a shame?" I asked him as he shook his head.

"It's nothing." He replied before returning his attention back to the memory before us as I followed his gaze, watching in silence.

The younger Davian had this spark in his eyes that flicked to life, grinning with excitement while assuming a fighting stance. Yet behind that smile, a bead of sweat dropped down from his forehead as he face the man who stood before him. They only stood there in position, waiting for the other to make the first move.

It wasn't long before the younger Davian's hand burst into flame as his Conductor was revealed, kicking off in the air as he darts towards the man, who only waited as the boy drew closer to him. In that moment, the boy's claw-like conductor extended it's grasp out, its metallic surface cracked with a bright light emitting from within like lava, and a flaming torrent following in its trail.

The sound of air being sliced was apparent as a glimmering blur stroked towards the boy, he quickly reached out in a blink of an eye, holding the scythe's stem in his claw and grinned victoriously. I watched with amazement to see that he was able to perceive such an attack, let alone block it where I barely even saw what happened. But I supposed I shouldn't be surprised, and slightly discouraged since my attacks didn't rival that, and yet years back, Davian managed that splendidly. It made me feel like he was indeed going easy on me, which only poured salt on the wound.

But the boy's smile began to falter as his eyes quivered and his mouth slowly opened, shaking with subtlety at first before becoming more noticeable. He jerked to his right where a large gash burst out blood followed by another gash that intersected with the first one. My eyes were opened wide in shock from what I was seeing. "When...when did he land those attacks? That man only struck him once...right?" The boy must have been wondering the same thing as his eyes left his wounds and trailed up to look at the man as the boy clenched his teeth to sustain the pain of his newly found injuries.

"It's unfortunate you only realized my attack at the last second, but failed to noticed my two previous attacks." The man spoke with that raspy cackle of a voice. As the boy held his wound down, the blood trickling to a calm, his breathing became more managed and contained...but that was short-lived as his own blood lifted in a fluid mound from his side with a trail of blood connecting it to his wound before breaking off. The boy looked at the floating red substance as his eyes grew wide and before he could move, the floating blood streaked like a jet back into his wound and throwing him off of his feet, sending him soaring into the air with an agonizing cry and crashed into the obelisks with a disgusting crunch, possibly the sound of his bones breaking upon impact. The boy was looking discolored as his open wound began trailing out more blood upon the ground, possibly the same that struck him down as he looked up at the man weakly.

I could only stare in disbelief from what I just witnessed, knowing different forms of attack, but never thought it possible for one's own blood to be used as a weapon, and in such a sickening manner. I could only imagine the pain, the possibility of your own blood entering your body, and possibly attacking you on the inside. It turned my stomach as I was feeling sick from the thought before Davian spoke up beside me.

"He was a very dangerous creature, and though he appears to show no signs of mercy or withdrawal, he is very wise and understanding." I looked up at him incredulously from his statement as he closed his eyes in thought. As I open my lips to demand an explanation, I noticed in the corner of my eye as the hooded figure dropped on one knee, leaning close to the boy's wounded body as a dark hand stretched out from within his attire and fixed his open palms towards lacerations.

I continued to stare in wonder and anticipation before I witnessed the blood draw from the ground's surface, untainted by dirt or debris as it slithered fluidly in the air towards the young boy and bound itself upon his wounds, covering it with it's red substance and sealing the wounds closed. The blood shriveled and hardened into scabs, molding itself as a flat, smooth surface instead of it's jagged expectation of what a scab typically looks like. The boy sighed, but in disappointment as he placed his head down, facing the ground as dirt and dust blow away from his head upon him exhaling out in agitation.

"I don't get it. No matter what I do, or how hard I train, the results are all the same. I can't beat you, and if I can't even do that, then you were better off leaving me to die. I'm a waste in the face of real combat. I can't even defeat a wrinkly old man." He cursed with agitation as his face is buried within his arms. Though as childish as his reaction may appear, I couldn't help but feel pity for him, for he laid there on the ground feeling worthless from his defeat and clearly at a complete lost. Heavily discouraged and with no sign of motivation, until the hooded figured raised his shriveled hand and placed it on the child's untamed hair, stroking his fingers in them encouragingly. The child kept his head down, disregarding the figure's attempt to comfort him before the hooded man spoke in his raspy voice.

"Such a spoiled little child. He believes that to live is to be better then another. But you are misguided young one, to live is to survive, to outwit and use your strength to survive and carry on for another day. Accept that you cannot defeat me today, but live to fight me tomorrow." He grabs the boy by the back of his shirt as he lifts him with one hand, standing on his feet before putting the child down on his own before he resumes.

"Men are only strong because they live long enough to experience what strength truly is, and in the face of combat, a boy who dedicates his time to being strong to live, fights a man who dedicates his time to become stronger then his enemy will be completely outmatched. Because the man will seek to kill someone who knows what to do to survive, and that focus will consume him and turn him to blood lust, slowly blinding his sense of judgment, where as the boy will use everything and anything to his advantage and overwhelm his opponent, not with his blood spilled, but with the man's own emotion for failing his 'life's' purpose-to kill you." The boy stared at him confused, trying to collect what he just heard as I was replaying his lesson in my head over and over until a crackle was heard from the man.

"Imagine a man who was in your position, and was brought down on his knees because he couldn't kill you. He pushed himself so hard to where once he see's you cannot be touched, he gives up, and that will be your moment to take his life or give him mercy. Either way, he suffers, but one way...he will learn." The man continued as the boy was in self thought, eyes shifting as they seem to be reenacting the scenario given by this man's example, as I was doing the same myself before the hooded figure stood and cast his head down upon the boy.

"If you wish to carry this childish concept of yours, then you are wasting your time as well as mine." He stated bluntly as the boy looked up at the hooded man and stood up, staring up at him with a more determine glare in his crimson eyes as his hands gripped to a pale coloration from clenching with strength.

"Then I won't give no creature that chance to learn from their mistakes. If it means that I can survive another day, to become far greater then you and everyone else that crosses my path, then I will do just that. I will be...the strongest Netherling the world has ever seen!" I blinked a couple times in complete shock from what I just heard this boy say, as I cast my eyes at Davian as he faced me, not out of disregard, but almost like to challenge him.

"Wait, Y-YOU'RE A NETHERLING?!" I asked in shock before he turned himself towards me completely as the boy and hooded man vanished, fading like a illusion in a fiery desert.

"That's right Vincent. I am...a Netherling. Kinda figured the horns would have been a dead giveaway." He confirmed while indicating the curved darkwood-colored horns atop his head. I was left speechless for a moment, the very creatures that came and invaded my home, killed my family, and is killing innocent lives for their own sick intentions, is standing in front of me and teaching me to fight against his own kind. My mind was swarming with different questions before one stuck out the most.

"WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU HELP ME WITH KILLING YOUR OWN KIND?! WHAT POSSIBLE REASON COULD YOU HAVE FOR BETRAYING YOUR OWN KIND?!" I spouted in anger, at him for hiding this little fact from me and at myself for not realizing this sooner. The magic he uses, the rules, the different world, THE WAY HE FUCKING LOOKS! How could I have been so STUPID?! He looked at me with a small smile before closing his eyes with a sigh, slowly casting his gaze back to the horizon.

"I'm not betraying them. They are...misguided." His reply didn't put me at ease for even the slightest as I felt my blood boiling even more as I let out my anger in my tone to this bastard.

"IF YOU'RE NOT AGAINST THEM, THEN YOU'RE TRYING TO HELP THEM YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'M NOT HERE TO HELP THEM. THOSE BASTARDS TOOK MY HOME, MY FAMILY, MY FUCKING LIFE, DON'T YOU GET IT?!" I belted out as he looked down for a moment, but I didn't give a shit about how he felt for those scumbags, they don't deserve mercy for what they've done. They don't care about whose life they take or destroy, all they care about is themselves and their disgusting morals, and who's to say this man is any different.

"Are you going to be pissed no matter what I say? Whether I'm 'helping' them, betraying them, what difference does it make. Be grateful that what I'm showing you is the way to fight them, along with using your new powers. Do you think you can fight them with your own human strength? We both know how that turned out for your home world." He stated, earning a glare as he was, what seemed like to me, mocking my home and its capabilities as I fumed.

"DON'T TALK ABOUT MY HOME SO FREELY YOU FUCKING SCUMBAG! You have the audacity to talk down upon my home, and with such comfort like we're 'friends'. I was starting to think differently about you, but now you're showing me a new side to you that I have failed to realize, and I won't let that chance of you having your way for the sake of these...THINGS take place!" As I spout out my anger to him, he looked at me with...disappointment?

"What was that look for? It's not like I deserve to be looked at that way. Am I wrong for taking the possibility of him acting for his own kind, I mean he's a Netherling, the very thing I was fighting against, my enemy, the beings that took my home away from me. How can I excuse him for being one of them?" I turned around with a distant gaze, looking away from his disapproving eyes as my anger was only slowly welling now, I felt something stir, not exactly inside me, but almost like it was all around me as I recognize it as me waking up. Then Davian spoke up, directly to my attention, but with a sense of gentleness, which surprised me, as well as confused me even further.

"I never expected you to trust me, especially if you knew that I was a Netherling, but I cannot hide the truth forever. But just know that we both are aiming for the same goal in the end, yet how we approach it is very different. I wouldn't be teaching you any of this if I didn't need your help, because...in reality, we need each other if we're going to make this work." I felt myself slowly slipping as I looked back to see a sincere and yet, apologetic look on his face as I sighed, feeling conflicted with emotions on whether to trust him, believe him, or even excuse the fact of what he is compared to what he has done.

"I...I need a moment to think. But...we'll continue when I'm back." He nodded in understanding before everything began to fade away as I was coming back to reality, back to the world of Equestria, followed along with an incredible sensation that I couldn't figure out what was the source.

I flexed my hand, trying to grab on a suspected mare to be laying beside me as I grabbed nothing but the pillow beside me. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as my hand began to wonder, realizing that Rarity was no longer beside me, yet a growing sensation was sending chills up my spine, making my body clench and my brain to kick itself awake. I cracked my eyes open to confirm that the white mare was no longer there as I noticed the blanket shifting around me. My eyes trailed down the fluffy maroon blanket to see a rather obvious hump below me, as I realized the source of the sensation was coming from there, feeling another wave of sensation followed by the sound of a familiar lewd slurping. I inhaled deeply as response to the sensation hitting me, I reached down to grasp the blanket and lift it off to find a mound of purple hair rubbing against my lower abdomen. I reached out and caressed the smooth strands, earning a moan of pleasure, sending vibrations from my groin that made me gasp in response. The hair lifted to reveal Rarity as she gazed at me with sparkling, half-lidded blue eyes, her muzzle wrapped around my exposed member as she lifted her maw, exposing inch after inch of my cock from her mouth before it was released and she gave an appreciated lick traveling up along my shaft. She gave a smirk followed by a sensual giggle, grasping my cock and giving it gentle upwards strokes, pulling and pushing my foreskin to reveal the pink head and cover it back up in slow, steady repetition.

"hehe mmm, good morning darling. I trust you slept well?" Rarity cooed in a sensual manner as I was breathing a little heavier, my chest rising and barely obstructing the wondrous view before me. I smiled as our eyes met before she kissed the tip of my cock, taking the head back into her warm maw, and making me deeply inhale once more.

"Fffff-damn, that's a...oooh~...that's a really good way to wake up." I praised from her treatment as she looked up while servicing me, popping the head out of her mouth with a smirk.

"I'm glad you are enjoying it my love. But all this work can wear on a lady." She then turned herself around as her rounded white ass came into view, her leg flipping over me and laid beside my face with her glistening marehood hovering above me. She lowered herself upon me as she swayed her hips side to side, teasing me with desire as her tail wrapped behind my head and draped on my shoulder.

"Would you be a dear and help...relieve me?" She asked seductively as I reached around her legs, grasping her soft ass cheeks and spreading them to reveal her light pink lips and slit as I smirked and gave her a test lick, making her shudder appreciatively before giving tender kisses on both lips.

"hmm, I don't know sweetie. You're going to have to convince me you really want me to relieve you." I teased as I continued to kiss around her inner thighs and lips, earning pants and light moans from her as her tail wrapped around me even more with her pussy now pushing more into my face.

"Darling please...d-don't tease me. I...I want it love." She begged as I pulled my lips back with her cheeks still spread.

"Not yet dear, I wanna hear you beg for it." I teased as I stuck out my tongue and licking her slit delicately with the tip as her back arched, moaning out with her pussy pushed more into my face as I pulled my tongue back to deny her full stimulation.

"Oh darling please...lick me, ravage my poor pussy darling. I want you so bad. Please, give it to me." She continued begging with her hips rubbing up and down on my face as I give her a spank on her soft posterior, turning it a light shade of red while earning a hearty gasp from her before spreading her open once more and driving my tongue in her slit.

She cried out in pleasure as her body shook with my tongue working it's magic around her inner lips, lapping at her as her succulent wet juice poured out of her before I sucked her clit into my mouth and released it with a pop as it slapped back into place.

"OH SWEET CELESTIA, JUST LIKE THAT. MORE DARLING, MORE!" She cried out in desperation before her pussy smashed against my face, my mouth buried in her warm snatch as she began to rub herself against my face, sticking my tongue out and driving myself inside her slit. Her tongue lolled out, nearly drooling in pleasure without care as she was lost from the stimulation alone before she continued her onslaught on my face.

I reached down with my hands and wrapped them around her head and with curiosity in her voice from my grasp, I plunged her face down into my cock as she began sucking me off with wanting conviction. My overgrown shaft pulsing with electrifying pleasure as her lips rubbed down into the throbbing bulge, trying to take as much as she can as she gulped with every descent. But it wasn't enough for me.

My body demanded more from this ivory diva slut as I thrust my hips up upon her descent, nearly swallowed my cock as it hit the back of her throat, earning a choked gasp from her as I continued to fuck her face, making her deepthroat my enlarged length.

She soon became more then eager as her tongue cradled the underside of my shaft, rubbing into me as her lip continued to tap on my pelvis along with her muzzle upon each thrust I made, each time sending immense pleasure coursing through me as she taking the entire length, my now sensitive cock pounding the back of her throat before it began to throb inside of her.

Once she felt my veins pulsing against the side of her lips, she pushed my hips down and began accelerating on her bobbing, going faster, sucking harder, and licking more aggressively against my cock. It was incredible, and compelled me to stop licking about at her clit, spreading her ass cheeks, and with her tight dark hole presenting in front of me.

I stuck out my tongue and began licking at her soft ring, earning a muffle as my middle finger entered her pussy, curving my finger downwards as I drove my finger deeper in her, feeling her rough ridges inside until I found a more firm, yet soft mound as I pushed into it, earning a cry of immense pleasure from her as I pleasured her G spot.

She continued attacking my cock and devouring my length as I was now tongue fucking her asshole while fingering her sensitive pussy, until we both reached the pinnacle of our climax. I drew my tongue and finger back as I drove it into her pussy as she pulled her lips up to encase the head of my cock, sucking at it with a mighty thirst while her hand was stroking the base before we both came into each others maw, savoring our flavor as she took a full load of cum, feeling her sucking at me like a straw and draining my balls as I indulged in lapping her strong, delicious mint flavored juice until we were both satisfied and her body gave out and laid on top of me with all her weight upon me.

"Best...wake up...ever." Was the only thing I could mutter from in between my panting as she replied simply with an, "Mmhmm" before turning around, her tail slipping out from under me and coming face to face as we kissed each other passionately before she laid her head upon my chest and relaxed.