Author's Notes:

This my last new storyline until I finish any of my other stories. I hope you all enjoyed it. I would love feedback on it. <3

New York, City Limits.

The bitter cold of the rain was cut by the warmth pooling against his hands. He pressed his hand against the wound on her stomach. He was looking around for anything to cover the wounds, as her blood mixed with the rain below her.

"It's gonna be ok. It's gonna be ok. Just…just hang on baby. I will get you somewhere. Just hang on. JUST HANG ON PLEASE." He begged the blood soaking through his hand.

Her hand rose to the side of his cheek. As her other hand placed the silver locket on top of the hand on her stomach. She smiled at him. Her eyes fighting to stay open. As the rain washed against her silver mane. Her blue fur now covered in the crimson. Her horn faintly glowed her magic was fighting for her just to have a few more seconds with him.

“I am sorry….I….I love you.” She muttered out before her eyes finally closed upon her yellow hues. She fell limp in his arms against the water. He shook her gripping onto her shoulders.

“NO. NO…NO. COME ON. STAY WITH ME. NO. NO. NO.” He begged as the rain mixed with his tears falling down upon her body.

He gritted his teeth before letting out a cry. A wail of sorrow that was drowned out by the roar of thunder in the sky as it was lit by a streak of lightning.

“I don’t like being cruel when it comes to this. I am sorry you had to see that.” The agent spoke as rain splashed against the black umbrella above him.

The man's head turned slowly from his partner to the agent. He released her onto the ground gently, holding onto the locket. He was a cocktail of emotions when staring at this...MAN. The agent was a human male in a black suit with a red tie. A pale complexion held his face, narrow eyes staring at the young man who stood next to the corpse of his lover. Silver slicked hair was neatly tied in the back forming a small ponytail. The agent let out a sigh before speaking again.

"When it comes to this kind of work. I try to be as painless as possible when I can help it. But, she chose her path. Those bullets were meant for you." He uttered as a flash of lightning struck behind the agent casting his shadow over the young man.

Tears of both sorrow and rage poured down the young man's face as his fist tighten around the locket in his hand. He couldn't even see straight. He wanted to rush him. Even if he died in a hail of bullets he wanted to at least slug this piece of filth in front of him. The agent turned towards the woman beside him with a small smile.

"Ms. Celestia. I think it would be wise for you to finish this. We don't want this all to be a waste if he somehow survives a few bullets." He stated.

The alicorn woman closed her eyes taking a deep breath in as she stepped forward. The man in front of his lover's corpse looked over at her.

“SHE WAS ONE OF YOU. WHY DID YOU DO THIS?” He screamed over the roaring thunder above.

She looked at him with a hint of penitence in her eyes but, it was quickly dashed by her resolve. The man then looked over at the other princess. Twilight his former friend. Who couldn't look him in the eye, she looked down towards the ground.

“Don’t let them do this Twilight…” He almost whimpered. “She was your friend too…” He stated.

A tear finally broke down Twilight's face as the two soldiers flanking her held their ground. Celestia’s horn began to glow a faint yellow. As she looked towards the young man in front of her. She closed her eyes forcing the words from her lips.

“This is for the good of the worlds. The good of every living being on this planet. I am sorry. You can rest well with her.” She murmured out.

A flash of yellow rose with her hand in front of her. A golden pentagram appeared in front of it. It was quick, as the spell burned through his chest leaving a smoking crater in his chest. The air escaped his lungs as he looked at both her and Twilight. He wanted to know why, he wanted to know what he had done wrong. Why did he have to die? Why did she have to die?

Those questions echoed within his mind as his body went limp falling backward into the pool of rainwater. The rain washed over him as his eyelids grew heavy. The agent turned to Celestia with another soft smile.

“You have my thanks. I will make sure the bodies are dealt with.” He explained to her.

She nodded at him turning back to Twilight. Whom had fallen to her knees at this point crying into her hands, Celestia put her hand on her shoulder gesturing to the guards they were not needed.

“This had to be done. I am sorry.” She spoke softly to her.

There was a rumbling as the earth shook violently as the ground spilled apart, the group quickly moved back. Both bodies slid into the open maw of Gaia falling into the black abyss below. The earthquake finally stopped as car alarms could be heard going off in the distance from the aftershocks.

"Well, that saves time on a cleanup crew…accidents happen every day." The agent said peering into the dark void below.

He could hear them. High pitched rough voices arguing over something. As his eyes blinked awake. He couldn't feel his body, and it was hard to breathe. The rubble was removed from his body. The darkness hid their features from his eyes.

"What have you found?" A voice called from the darkness as the light finally filled his vision.

Four goblin-like creature surrounded him. They had orange-ish brown skin. They dressed in rags. Two of them were only dressed in loincloths. The other two were different. One looked older than the others. He had grey balding hair, with mutton chops and a goatee. He began to stroke his goatee, slightly moving the crystal on his back that was creating the light down upon the ruined body of the young man.

“Hm. My word, what do we have here. A possible candidate, perhaps?” He said.

"TOO PURE. TOO PURE. HIS SOUL IS NOT BLACK ENOUGH." One of them chipped in. This was one of the different ones in the pack. He had a strange glass eye and had a jester hat on.

"Maybe BUT, I sense a burning hatred in his soul. Malice I have not sensed in quite a while." The older one answered.

“Regardless we have some use of him. We will take him to the cauldron! Be quick about it. I don’t want him rotting on the stonework." He exclaimed.

The Netherworld, Far below the surface world, deep within the earth’s crust.

He was dragged into the chamber his feet bumping against the stairs as his vision went in and out. The older creature led the pack entering a large dome room walking across the blacken stone bridge that hung over a massive boiling pot. A thick black tar bubbled within the green cauldron below. The cauldron was roughly the size of a small football field.

The Old one stopped at the very edge of the bridge. He turned towards the young man in the arms of the two other creatures.

"Ah good, you're still kicking. Now we have done you a service of not letting you become a rotting pile of maggot food. So you will be aiding us now. This is the Cauldron of Souls. This is where the souls of our fallen lords now rest. They will either accept you or your soul will become a tasty snack for them. It's a win-win either way." He explained with a chuckle as he gesture toward the other two creatures.

They threw him over the edge of the bridge right into the cauldron. There was a small splash of tar as his body began to lifelessly sink into the tar. He still clung to the locket in his hand never releasing it even as he sunk within the murk of the tar. There was a pause as old one watched the bubbles began to slowly stop. His grey brow furrowed.

“Drat. Another failure.” He muttered. He turned with the group of creatures in front of him.

That is when the ground began to tremble. The cauldron shook violently as the old one turned back leaning in towards the tar. As a blackened arm shot out of the tar. The ooze dripped off of it, as the fingers of the arm wrapped around the older one's throat lifting him off the ground. Another arm shot out of the tar placing itself against the edge of the bridge. The locket still wrapped around the palm of his hand.

White pupil less eyes glowed as a hairless blacken head came out next. Fangs gnashed against each other as the tar dripped from the mouth of this being.

"I will….I WILL….I WILL KILL THEM ALL." A roar escaped the maw of this being. That echoed outward from Netherworld all the way to the surface.