Chapter 17

The day was like any other day for the citizens of San Pranciscolt, the Caribou and stallions were all going about their daily routine of either raping slaves, snorting Unicorn Dust, or waiting for orders from the higher ups. One such higher up was the mayor of the city, a Caribou by the name of Orest Van Stonehoof, another relative to Dainn Stonehoof. For the past month, ever since the broadcast of The Devil’s Hand, he had all his men in the city be on high alert for any day could be the day the Hand would show up and take what he and the rest of his kind deemed to be rightfully theirs. Orest was now in his office with a few of his slaves, a couple red collard mares and one black collared mare. The black collared mare was a familiar cellist pony by the name of Octavia Melody. Before the Fall, she had been traveling to the major cities of Equestria as a soloist and performing shows to further her career as a musician. Unfortunately for her, now she is a lowly slave who is still a defiant one to her new master. Orest glanced at his two red collared slaves and they were both bent over with their flanks in the air, ready to serve him as proper slaves like the sluts they were, but then his eyes trailed to Octavia. She was in front of his desk, sitting on her knees, eyes closed, and was waiting patiently to be abused again. Orest was a member of the Stonehoof bloodline, naturally he believed he deserved all he received and he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Octavia was. Her light amethyst eyes, her hourglass figure, double D-cup breasts, and especially her squeezable flank he enjoyed smacking every time he raped her. Orest smirked as he rose from his chair and walked around the desk and right in front of Octavia, who still had her eyes closed since she didn’t want to even look at Orest.

“Still defiant as ever, eh cunt?” Orest mocks. Octavia didn’t answer. “You know, I heard a little slut told me you used to be some kind of musician?” Octavia’s ear twitched a bit as she opened an eye to glance up at the Caribou mayor. “Oh yeah, that little unicorn slut with the glasses told me. I think her name was Vinyl?” Octavia’s hands clenched into fists at the mention of her dear friend's name. She knew Vinyl was also somewhere in the city since she was also traveling to play gigs and they met in San Pranciscolt by chance but were then taken.

“What is it to you…master?” Octavia asked forcefully.

“How about we make a little wager?” He offers as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a vial of unknown substance. “This is a little something our research team has been developing. To make a long story short, it puts cunts like you in heat and ready to conceive.” Orest explains making Octavia’s eyes widen.

“Oh master, please let me bear your foal!” One of the red collared begs.

“No me! This slut wants to bear your foals!” The other said.

“Shut it sluts!” Orest barks. “You both are just cock sleeves to me. However you on the other hand.” Orest said as he reached down and lifted Octavia’s face up by her chin. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find you the least bit attractive, even if you’re just my slave. But the Stonehoof bloodline must carry on and I have chosen you to bear my offspring, so you should be honored.”

“And what madness made you believe I would even think of bringing any foal into this broken world?!” Octavia snaps defiantly. “Let alone you foolishly think that I would bear any foal of yours?!”

“Because I’m in charge around here.” Orest spat. “And I can give you that which we took from you, your music.”

For a moment Octavia paused for a moment at Orest’s offer. Her music? Does he mean he would allow her to play the cello again? It’s been so long, she’s missed the feeling of her instrument’s touch but for such a price of giving birth to his foal?

“Nice try, heathen, but I would rather suffer the consequences than bear any ilk of yours. In fact, I would rather perish than do anything of the sort.” Octavia huffed, pulling her head back and glaring up at Orest.

“Hmm, such a pity.” Orest said as he abruptly grabbed Octavia’s head and uncorked the vial. “It’s a bit amusing when you think you have a choice, cunt. I’m still of the Stonehoof bloodline, I always get what I want.” He sneered as he forced Octavia’s mouth open and began to tip the contents of the vial which made Octavia squirm in protest but in vain. “And I want a healthy child to raise for my King, so you better hope I get a buck.”

Suddenly, there was a series of explosions in the distance outside of Orest’s office, making him stumble backwards and snap his head up. The phone on his desk rang, which made him growl in annoyance and stomp over to the phone as he corked the vial and picked up the phone.

“This better be good! What the buck were those explosions?!” Orest demanded.

“MAYOR OREST, HE’S HERE!” The Caribou on the other line cried.

“He? Who’s he?!” Orest demanded.

“THE WINGED MONSTER! HE JUST DESTROYED ONE OF THE FACTORIES AND IS HEADED THIS WAY! I-”

CRASH

“No…no please…DON’T COME ANY CLOSER! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

“Soldier?! Soldier! What the buck is going on?!” Orest shouted. Over the phone he could hear the sound of footsteps and someone picking up the phone and holding it up to its ear. “Who…is this?” Orest asks.

“…Righteousness.” Was all that was said as the line went dead.

Orest began to panic and ran outside to the balcony of his office building as a strange light filled the sky. Orest witnessed all around the city were multiple smoke trails in the air, due to the explosions from before, and at the far end of the street was a tall figure he had not seen before. It was bipedal, it was wearing a long grey hooded coat with silver pauldrons, white undershirt with a black tie hanging loosely around its neck, black pants with silver knee guards, and black silver toed boots. The white hood was over its head and Orest could somewhat make out its face since it wasn’t really covered by the hood but could tell it was definitely not a pony. He was also armed with what looked like a straight sword that seemed to shine brighter in the sunlight, its golden cross guard looked like a pair of feathered wings, and the handle was pure white. However the most shocking part of this creature was not its appearance, not its weapon, but the pair of large white feathered wings, the end of the feather tips shining a bright golden color, on its back that stretched out wide to a width of 8ft. He watched as many of his men charged at the figure but it just effortlessly dodged or parried their attacks. Some Caribou and stallions the creature cut down while others were knocked unconscious as it made its way through the city. It then raised its left hand and pointed it to a building Orest recognized as one of his main warehouses for storing weapons and drugs. It pointed its finger at the building and a bright light shined on its fingertip and a beam of light fired into the building, causing a massive explosion to obliterate everything inside which rocked the area around it and also managed to blow off its hood. Orest then got a better look at its face. As he thought this creature was not a pony, it’s ears were small and on the side of its head, its hair was dark brown and was long enough to reach its shoulders, it had a goatee that covered its mouth and chin, and when the creature turned its head to look up at Orest, which made him flinch, he saw that his eyes were pale blue that seemed to pierce his very soul. The creature unfurled its wings and flew into the sky and towards Orest making him panic and run back into his office. Orest then grabbed a revolver from his desk and loaded the bullets when the doors of the balcony smashed open, causing the mares and Octavia to scream and cower in the corner. Orest looked up and saw the winged creature stare down at him with a cold gaze with its hand gripping its sword tightly.

“What…the buck are you?!” Orest demanded.

“Who am I?” The creature said in a soft voice that seemed to have an accent similar to Octavia. “I’m the guy who’s gonna free this city and its people. I’m here to spread The Lord’s light wherever I can so that those who’ve sinned may have a chance at redemption. Though I can’t say the same for those who’ve cast away their innocence, there are still those who still wish to repent. I can see the sins literally dripping off your soul and you are beyond redemption.” The creature said.

“Buck you! Do you bucking know who I am?! I am Orest Van Stonehoof and I share my King’s blood in my veins! You dare threaten me and destroy all we’ve built?! Well I got your redemption right here!” Orest shouted as he aimed his revolver. The creature swung its sword with such quick motions that one would miss it should they blink. The barrel of Orest’s revolver slowly slid off and onto the ground, along with his entire hand which caused Orest to scream and grip his stump as he fell to his knees.

“Your sentence is death.” The creature said as she raised his sword.

With a single swing of his sword, The Angel’s Saint cut Orest’s head clean off as his body fell to the floor. Phill then sheathed his sword and brought his hands together and said a silent prayer to himself, leaving Octavia completely flabbergasted at what she had just witnessed.

After executing my target, my eyes wandered to the three frightened mares in the room all huddled together. I walked toward the mares and bent down to look at them straight in the eye.

“Morning, wee lassies.” I said with a curt nod and smile. I then quickly reached out and placed both my hands in the ones with red collars causing them to yelp and my hands began to glow a soft light. The mares’ eyes began to grow heavy as they leaned back and fell to the ground completely conked out. “That oughta do it.” I said as I stood up and looked to the grey furred mare. “Wish I could stick around, luv, but I got a city to liberate.” I said as I turned around and walked to the balcony.

“W-wait!”

I glanced over my shoulder to see the mare with eyes of both curiosity and slight fear.

“Who…or what are you?” She asks.

“Call me Saint Phillip.” I said, smirking at her as I unfurl my wings out wide. “Or The Angel’s Saint, whichever you prefer, luv.”

Without another word I jumped into the air and flew down to the streets. A large group of Caribou and stallions had all gathered in front of the former mayor’s home, all armed to the bloody teeth. I landed in front of the group and they all tensed you at the mere sight of me.

“You all better bloody listen!” I shout. “Your precious mayor has been officially executed by yours truly for he was beyond repentance and has paid for his crimes with his life! But the same fate does not wish to befall those of you who still wish to repent! Drop your arms and leave this city! Join me and I’ll show you all the Light of The Lord!” I shout to them all.

They all look at each other and have the bloody nerve to laugh their arses’ off. A couple Caribou charge at me and I sigh as I duck just in time before their blades could wound me and I swipe my wings under their legs, making them tumble to the ground. I then aim both my fists above them and slam them down on their necks, crushing their windpipes. I stood back up and smirked as they then shut their gobs at the brutal killing of their mates.

“Still wanna go, mates?” I challenge the lot of them.

Some of the younger lads drop their arms and fall to their knees but the others growl in annoyance and all charge at me. I sigh as I pull out my earbuds that Michael was kind enough to grab for me before I was brought here and place them in my ears as I scroll through my smartphone he also nabbed for me. I scroll through the playlist as I dodge their attacks and select a song and hit play as I grab a sword in between my fingers.

“Are ya startin’ now?” I mock as I hit play.

I twist the sword in my hand and pull it towards me and slam my fist in the stallion's face, knocking him out cold. More try to swarm me as I draw my sword and beckon them with my hand. Two Caribou try to come at me from both sides and I jump in the air, avoiding their spears, and spilt kick both of them. The rest come at me from all sides as I counter each of their strikes and bash the bottom of my sword in some of their heads, knocking them out. One Caribou tried to shoot me from behind with his rifle and I spun around and fired a beam of light from my finger at his hand, making a small explosion and blowing his hand off. He screamed in pain and I lunged forward and slashed his chest, causing blood to spray out as he fell to the ground in his blood. I look around me and see that I’m about to be surrounded which would be a bloody shite situation for me.

“Give me strength, Lord.” I prayed as I thrust my hands forward.

“Sword of the Gathering Clouds of Heaven!”

A beam of light shines in front of me and forms a long sword out of light and solidifies allowing me to grasp the handle. I then draw my other sword and twirl my blades in my hands and spread my wings out wide, ready to take on the whole lot of these bastards. More Caribou and stallions charge as I meet them head on with my blades and spin my body and slash my sword of light through multiple Caribou, cutting them in half. The rest I block and dodge their attacks and even deflect any stray bullets fired at me as I run through the crowd, either cutting down or knocking out all in my way. I saw a row of enemies prepare to fire so I quickly flapped my wings to avoid their shots. I front flipped over the row and landed behind them as I spun around and delivered a wide horizontal slash with both my swords, cutting them to ribbons. A few brainwashed stallions then worked in tandem as they skillfully met their swords with mine. One managed to punch me across my face while another clipped my arm and leg which made me grunt in pain. The stallion in front of me managed to kick my hands, making me drop my swords, and tried to impale me but I kneed him in the gut before he could land his blow. The stallion buckled over as the other two jumped up behind me so I unfurled my wings and swatted them away making them fall to the ground. I kicked the downed stallion in front of me in the head and backflipped behind the two I knocked down and grabbed their heads. I slammed their heads together, rendering them out cold as I cartwheeled over to my swords and picked them up again. I noticed some were starting to lose their nerve which meant I was almost done so I made my sword of light disappear and fly high above the crowd.

“Heavenly Rain!”

I crossed my arms in front of me and used both hands to fire a torrent of deadly light particles upon my enemies. The beams rained down upon them as they were all helpless in my attack. Some tried to run away so I fired beams at their legs so they wouldn’t get far as they tumbled to the ground with holes in their legs. Soon my attack started to die down and I gently descended to the ground and stood up straight as the song came to an end. I took note of the damage I had done and even though there were some casualties, most of the attacking group just had deep flesh wounds while the ones who surrendered witnessed the whole fight in both awe and fear. I sheathed my Holy Sword and made my sword of light disappear as I walked up to the nearest brainwashed stallion and knelt down.

“Sorry for beatin’ you and your mates around the bush there, lad.” I said as I placed a hand on his head. “Don’t fret though, you’ll be right as rain soon enough.” My hand glowed as his eyes grew heavy and he slumped to the ground. I then made my way through the whole crowd and repeated the same process to any brainwashed stallions. As for the traitors and Caribou, I healed their wounds with my Holy Light and created shackles of light to bind them so they wouldn’t cause trouble. I continued these series of actions the whole way for about twenty minutes until all the brainwashed were cleansed, traitors and Caribou were successfully bound, and everyone’s injuries were healed.

“Whew! Well that was all fair play, if I do say so me self.” I said proudly, whipping my brow. I winced and looked down to see the few wounds I had received which made me frown and sigh as I healed myself. “Michael will surely have my arse for getting clipped.” I groan.

I looked to the sky and placed two fingers in my mouth and blew out a loud whistle. After a little waiting, a shadow appeared in the clouds and a large airship I filched back in Seaddle hovered over me and landed in a large clearing between the buildings.

“Ah, The Icarus, right on time.” I said as the gangplank lowered. From the deck a female griffin, if I remember that’s what they’re called, runs up to me and bows in respect. She was wearing navy blue overalls and a black shirt underneath, her feathers and fur were a bluish grey and she had white feathers under her beak and face which looked like freckles, her eyes were a light teal, and she had styled the feathers on her head like a small ponytail. Her name was Gabby, and I had freed her from Seaddle during my attack when she was about to be auctioned off as a slave.

“Saint Phillip! I brought The Icarus just like you told me!” She said excitedly.

“Job well done, lass.” I said as I pat her head. “Did you do the other task I gave you?”

“Uh-huh! I managed to rally the mares on the ship while you fought the Caribou and stallions! There were a few close calls, but she managed to fight them off!” Gabby said looking back on the deck. I looked to see another female griffin look down to us with her usual proud scowl. She had brown fur for her lion half and had the upper half of a bald eagle with golden eyes. She wore a black denim jacket, torn dark blue jeans, and was armed with double sickles I gave her to defend herself after a wee bit of personal training. She too was a former slave and was about to be sent to the breeding pens for the War Beasts but I managed to put a stop to that, right quick.

“Gilda, I hope there wasn’t too much trouble, eh lass?” I asked.

“Hmph, you may have saved me but that don’t mean you get to call me that.” Gilda scoffed. “And no, they weren't any trouble at all, thanks to these babies.” She said holding her sickles up.

“Gilda! Stop being so rude to Saint Phillip!” Gabby squawks.

“Whatever, I assume they are coming with us as well?” Gilda snorts pointing at the downed enemies.

“That be right, it’s all for their own sake, lass. It’ll all be worth it in the end, I promise.” I reassure her. “Now load them all up in the brig, I have one last thing to take care of.” I said.

“If you say so.” She shrugs. “Gabby! Help me drag these sorry ponies and Caribou on the ship and in the brig!”

“Ok!” Gabby chirps and begins helping Gilda.

I smile and unfurl my wings and take to the skies. As I fly through the air I make sure I did enough damage to the city and that King Pony bloke’s operations. It took me weeks to scout the city and I managed to place the explosives I found in the cargo hold from The Icarus in most of the warehouses during the dead of night for this timed assault. It’s a good thing the residents were not expecting something like this since all that donk Lock did was rampage first and ask questions later. My mind thought of Lock for a moment as I wondered how he was doing since he probably heard about me from Lucifer by now and I wondered if it was time to pay him a visit. I shook my head slightly since I had more important things to do at the moment as I returned to the former mayor’s building and landed back in the balcony. I walked inside and found the lass from before sitting in the ground and she had covered herself with a blanket. She looked up to me and stood up but still kept a stern gaze in her eye.

“Something the matter, luv?” I ask.

“Don’t call me that.” She snapped. “I have a name and it’s Octavia Melody.”

“Apologies, Miss Melody.” I said with a curt nod. “We best get you and these lassies out of here, there’s right to be trouble if we stick around.”

“Why should I trust you, sir?” Octavia questions. “Aren’t all stallions against Equestria now?” I arched a brow at her statement and crossed my arms.

“Shall we go over the facts then? I just saved your sorry arse, offed the bloke who would rather spend the day tossing you around and forcefully knock you up, destroyed their contraband of drugs and weapons, and I’m even offering to take you and everyone else somewhere safe. Now if I was your enemy, would we be talkin’ like a couple of old fish wives?” I ask. Octavia opened her mouth to protest but couldn’t find the words since she knew I was right, damn right I am.

“I suppose you have a point.” Octavia sighed. “Then I thank you deeply for saving us and freeing this city but I need to find my friend, she’s somewhere in this city and I need to find her.”

“What she look like?” I ask.

“Well she has white fur, a blue two toned mane and tail…” Octavia explains.

“Got a pair of snazzy sunglasses and ruby red magenta eyes?” I add.

“Yes…yes! Yes she does!” Octavia gasped. “Do you know where she is?!”

“Easy there, lass.” I said, raising my hands. “I managed to get her and the rest of the mares on me ship when I first started to attack the city. If you come with me now you’ll be reunited with her.” Octavia stares at me for a moment but then nods as I walk past her and pick up the other two unconscious mares. “Now then, shall we be off?” I ask.

“Yes, I no longer wish to remain here.” Octavia said.

And with that we walked out of the building and back to The Icarus where Gilda and Gabby were still loading the ship with prisoners. Some managed to awaken from their slumber and almost made a ruckus but I managed to quell the situation. When we boarded the ship, Octavia looked around the deck in awe of its craft but also for her friend. When she found Vinyl they both embraced each other in tearful joy which made me smile. Before we were set to depart for home I took to the skies once more to see if there were any stragglers within the city. My plan worked better than expected, cleared the enemy out of all buildings and caused them to scatter due to the explosions, cut off their means of retreat by killing their War Beast pens and destroying any airships docked, be the distraction while Gabby and Gilda rescued the mares, and finished the rest off after dealing with their leader. After one last swoop of the city I am satisfied to see that there were no more stragglers and I even destroyed any remaining slave pens or warehouses along the way. I look in the distance to see a large bridge stretching from the mainland over the sea to the other side of the land. I believe the bridge was called The Golden Gallop Bridge and I spotted a group of Caribou trying to escape with some slaves and other supplies they managed to snag. I roll my eyes as I quickly make my way to the other side of the bridge before they could escape. I reach into my pocket and pull out an earpiece that connects to The Icarus’ radio.

“Gabby? You there lass?” I ask while pressing the button.

“Saint Phillip! Is everything ok?! You’re not in trouble are you?!” Gabby said frantically.

“No I’m quite alright, I just need you and Gilda to meet me at the Golden Galloping Bridge in about five minutes. Can you do that lass?” I ask.

“Of course! We’ll be there in exactly five minutes!” Gabby chirps.

“Cheers lass, see you soon.” I said and hung up.

I make it to the bridge and see the group all riding War Beasts and they’re galloping as fast as they can away from the city. The beasts were all pulling wagons filled with weapons, drugs, and other god awful items. The one in front was pulling a cage filled with mares who all looked scared out of their wits which made me furrow my brows as I flew just in front of them. I furled my wings and fell to the ground and landed in front of the lot with a loud thud, making them all stop in their tracks as I slowly stood back up.

“Mornin’ lads, goin’ somewhere?” I ask.

“It’s the freak!” One of the stags cried.

“Damnit! How the buck did he get here so fast?! We were so close!”

“Who the buck cares! Blast the bucker!” The one in the middle orders as he kicks his War Beast in the side. The monsters all growl as they open their mouths and large fireballs erupt from each of them and come hurtling towards me. I smirk as I unfurl my wings and give them a sharp flap, creating a powerful gust of wind that sends the fireballs flying in different directions.

“Cute.” I mock. “Now then lads, only warning, drop all you’re carrying and come quietly.” I said.

“Buck you! We don’t have to listen to you! Right boys?!” The middle Caribou shouted, only to be met with silence.

“I…I give up.” One said, throwing down his weapon and stepping off his War Beast and getting on his knees.

“Me too…” another said and stepped off his War Beast. The others did the same until it was only the leader in the middle.

“Mate.” I called out to him. “Your boys are doing quite the wise thing here by surrendering. If you know what’s good for you, I’d do the same.”

The leader glared at me and was about to kick his War Beast again to make it fire another shot at me. I placed a hand on my Holy sword’s handle, ready to cut him down, but he sighs reluctantly and nods while getting off his War Beast and joining the others.

“You think you’ve won?” He mocks. “This city will fall again and your little rebellion will be crushed! You may work with that accursed Devil’s Hand, but it’s only a matter of time before Lord Dainn finds a way to put you in your place! Along with those whore Princesses who believe they’re untouchable!”

I walk up to the brave idiot for flapping his lips and stand over him. I place a hand on his head and grip it tightly making him wince as I bend down to look him dead on the eye.

“Boyo, I don’t work with the bloody Hand. You should be thankful I ain’t the Hand right now cause if I were, you’d be fed your own insides right about now.” I warn, making him shiver in sight fear.

I then walk behind him and shackle his hands along with the others as I look up and see The Icarus fly above us. As it lands I destroy the wagons lugging the supplies and free the mares from the cages who were thankfully all black collars. As we load our new passengers onto the ship, I look back and see the War Beasts all standing together, unsure what to do since they probably lived their lives as just tools of war.

“You lot are free now, live your lives as Mother Nature intended.” I said as I walked back up to my ship. The Icarus lifts into the air and I take the helm and point the ship towards the city. I raise my hand and point it to the city and my hand glows. A large dome of light begins to envelop the city and soon covers the whole area, protecting the city like Seaddle in The Lord’s Light.

“Now then.” I said as I turned the wheel. “Let’s head back, shall we?” And we begin to make our way back to Sanctuary.

Author's Notes:

Phillip McHaggard, The Angel’s Saint, has made his appearance known. Next chapter, getting to know how Phill and Michael are operating in Equestria.

Hope you enjoyed!

~WurkyWilk has left the building…