"The Other Side" Chapter 14- Death, The Traveler

Gammel Hjerte, the Elder of death... had died. He died in the realm of death, to stop a death that had already happened. Needless to say, reality itself struggled to hold itself together. A rift in time and space itself opened up, a tear in the very stuff of existence. Gammel Hjerte was pushed through this by a human named Peter... or at least he thought it was Peter. He fell into the rift, screaming as reality buckled and twisted around him, the rift threatening to destroy his sanity completely...

It did. It changed him. His body and mind mutated, deformed, turning into something they had not been. Peter's touch, his human hand... it had somehow been touched by the rift energy, a strange surge of power coursing through the Elder. His flesh and blood peeled away, burning up in a flash of unnatural energy. All that was left was bone the white and black fire that surged across Gammel Hjerte like a living thing. His bones twisted and cracked, splitting and reforming into a new form, something more fitting of the Elder of death.

Gammel Hjerte screamed; an ear-splitting, soul-rending cry of anguish and turmoil. His eyes shone with ghostly white light as he felt another rift opening before him. He screamed again, his body no longer what it had once been; it was much more horrifying than he had previously been before.

His front hooves had cracked and splintered, reforming into what could only be skeletal hands. Each finger was tipped with a blade-like claw, sharp enough to rend meat from bone with terrible ease. His spine straightened, twisting upwards to bring him into a bipedal stance. He felt his front shoulders widen and spread, letting his newly formed arms move more effectively. Spars of bone erupted from his back, spreading outwards into a pair of skeletal wings covered in black and white flames. His skull sprouted new fangs and teeth, like those of a predator. His tailbone lengthened, growing into a six-foot length of jagged bone. At the tip of the tail was a skeletal blade like that of a scythe, which glowed with a malign light.

Gammel Hjerte exploded out of the other rift into the nighttime sky. With a torrent of fire and energy, he sped downwards to the earth with the sound of his hellish screams filling his ears. He saw mountains, hundreds of them stretched out below him, all covered in snow and ice. The Elder of death shot towards the unforgiving ground with enough speed to tear a pegasus to pieces. He was wreathed in a cloud of ethereal fire which trailed behind him like the tail of a comet. This sight would have driven a lesser being to utter madness.

With a terrible explosion, Gammel Hjerte slammed into the ground. Pieces of burning soil and rock. A thick pillar of black smoke poured out of the crater where the Elder had landed. The sound of his landing echoed across the mountains, the noise bouncing off each peak to carry it to its fellows. Everything went silent after the echoes ceased.

The Elder of Death did not die again, as was evident by the skeletal hand that now clawed at the side of the crater. Another hand followed it, along with the rest of Gammel Hjerte's nightmarish form. He stood up, staring up at the quickly closing rift thousands of feet above.

"YOU WILL PAY. YOU WILL PAY FOR ABANDONING ME. ALL OF YOU WILL DIE; THE ELDERS... LUNA... CELESTIA... PETER... I WILL KILL YOU ALL. I WILL KILL YOU ALL, DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

Gammel Hjerte's mind and body were forever changed, along with his heart and soul. He was no longer fighting to save a world, but to destroy it.

"DEATH COMES FOR YOU."

This is not my material! This is from The Other Side, by Chuckles the Werewolf! This is our first crossover chapter!
I suggest you read his story. It's fucking amazing.