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Hotel Ragnarök
A “Silverscale Arena” Side-Story
Based on the works by Dakari King Mykan
(All art belongs to their respective owners, which are credited beneath. All in the FurrAffinity version)
(All Characters in Sexual Situations are 18 and above)
Under the ground near Joe and Lin's Farm, the Wrath Circle, Hell, the Hella-verse...
It should have been over.
The moment he felt himself get ripped apart, molecule by molecule, atom by atom, it should have been IT.
The end of his road. The finale of his wrath. A time to finally rest and, maybe, go to the place where somebody close to him would be waiting.
Instead, it felt like a dreamless sleep. Time was completely lost to him. His thoughts were all in shambles, given that his head had been nearly reduced to shredded pulp by that portal. All he would know was the throbbing feeling of his skin stretching. His flesh pulsating. Like he was getting reconstructed once more.
He had felt worse. SO much worse. It still hurt a lot, resulting in his form twitching and rumbling within the subterranean prison he found himself in. As a matter of fact, he started to want to go back to the dreamless rest. Anything that didn't involve going through the pain of simply existing in his mutated form was preferable.
His heart would not stop beating, no matter how many times he mentally commanded it to stop. The burning would continue. The cavity within this ground had turned into a steam-filled torture chamber for him, with him having so little strength that he couldn't claw his way out of it. Heck, his arms weren't even fully formed until several days after the pain started.
The slow process, obviously, was one that he wanted to end soon. Thus, when he felt his legs fully form, as well as the rest of his limbs, he began to shake and twitch more, desperate to escape the confines of wherever he was.
His brain had been damaged during the incident that sent him here, but, upon regenerating good as new, something else began to plague him: the memories.
The memoires of loss...pain...rage...and the horrible sense that his torment wasn't over.
But he would also remember what got him through those moments. No matter what was thrown at him, if he fought back, he could at least ensure the physical and mental pain of exiting as he was now could be...mitigated.
After what felt like hours, as acidic water began to seep into the craggy ground he laid under, he finally felt his strength return. Groggy as he was, he wasn't spending ANYMORE time trapped in the dark. Whatever awaited him above, he would fight. Then, he would decide where to go from there.
With one mighty movement of his fully reformed tail, Ragnarök would greet this new world...and, once risen, the land would hear the thunderous roar of his awakening.
Not a roar meant to invoke fright (not entirely, that is), but to sound out a warning. A warning to all creatures to LEAVE HIM ALONE.
Present, Joe and Lin's Farm...
Do you know what fear truly feels like? To really feel raw terror? That was being felt by Moxxie and company, the acid rain sizzling against the gigantic reptilian form that loomed over them.
Nobody dared move, especially not Millie's family. The memories of the LAST time a similar saurian monster showed up were still fresh in their minds. Moxxie was suddenly wishing he had his rifle or anything at all defend himself and those behind him. Ms. Knowlastname felt tempted to find the nearest object to throw at the menacing beast, while Millie was slowly reaching for one of the kitchen knives.
As for the monster taking the brunt of the rain, his tail dragged against the ground, even the very hogs around him huddling back into their pens for fear of even meeting his gaze. Ragnarök snarled, clearly uncomfortable with the way the rain hurt against his skin.
If there was any comfort he had, it was that he didn't feel AS bad as he once did. His reduced size may have had something to do with it. Gravity was still pushing on him enough to feel mild discomfort whenever he moved, but it was still an improvement. He almost felt like his old self, albeit much bigger and stuck in a stance he wasn't quite used to yet.
Taking a look at his surroundings, he wondered if he was back in that smoldering wasteland he reduced that town of creatures to, only to see that that wasn't the case. In fact, the creatures standing next to the wooden structure in front of him looked much different. They reminded him of the much smaller reptiles that inhabited his old island home, except with the body plans of monkeys.
Giving another much louder snarl, Ragnarök slammed his tail down, seeing if they were hostile by psyching them out. As far as he knew, EVERYBODY wanted to hurt him. His experiences before this moment had taught him that. As a threat display, his chest and even some of his spines glowed a faint blue, illuminating the darkness of the stormy landscape.
Millie almost finished reaching for the knife. "It ain't happenin' again." She muttered to herself, confident she could take something as simple as a giant brutish lizard, but, when she grabbed the handle, Moxxie held out a hand, the imp still on his back and his clothes getting wet from the weak acid around him. "Mox?"
"Don't...move." He mumbled, hoping he was making the right decision.
The moment the kaiju took a single step forward, the others huddled back, preparing for a fight. Millie's expression became an even more prominent mixture of scared and fierce when the monstrous saurian entity leaned down, examining Moxxie more closely.
Sweat trickled down the imp's brow, those intense blue eyes staring into his own. Sniffing around him, Ragnarök stopped tensing, not really seeing this creature as a threat. Thus, when he reared back, he went back to checking out his surroundings, ignoring the frightened monkey-lizard-things.
Once his back was turned, Joe tried to reach for a pitchfork to throw at the distracted thing, but Ms. Knowlastname stopped him by grabbing his wrist. She shook her head, especially when she saw Moxxie's expression. One that urged caution and no hasty action.
Lifting his head, Ragnarök sniffed the air, looking slightly perturbed. Clearly, this was NOT anywhere he was familiar with. The air smelled of brimstone and, through the storm clouds, he could see splotches of red rather than blue. There was only the faintest trace of any creature from his homeworld. A trace that was nearby.
That was when he gave a surprised grunt. Sniffing the air more purposefully, he thought he smelled...another like him?
He could hardly believe his snout, but it rarely failed him. Where there was irritation and confusion, curiosity replaced them. It distracted him from his troubles, urging him to march towards that scent. A scent that seemed to be coming from the large conspicuous sparkly thing that reached into the clouds.
The Crystal Tower, specifically.
Stomping towards it, he accidentally smooshed a fence, leading to some of the hogs on the farm to break loose, squealing in panic as they tried to get away from the wandering kaiju.
Back with Moxxie and company, he was helped back up to his feet by his wife, their hearts still hammering in their chests after that. The group then looked to the kaiju, noticing the particular location he was headed towards. Why he was headed there, none of them had an idea. What mattered was that he had left without incident. Without any tragedy befalling anybody like last time.
"That's it. We gotta move." Joe muttered.
Later, at the Crystal Tower...
"My eyes are puzzle pieceeeeeees!" Discord babbled, still high as a kite from his experiences with Belphegor.
"Damn, dude. What were you and that Belph' chick smoking?" Gilda wondered. "And, uh...can I have some?"
Iron Will shook his head. "Iron Will promotes safe drug usage. Too much drugs and alcohol can DESTROY families! Trust me. I'd know." He sadly muttered.
Mokushiroku was rubbing his temples, trying to ignore how much of a fool Discord was making himself to look. He was so focused that he didn't even pay attention to that loud noise heard earlier, dismissing it as a thunder clap. 'The ends justify going through this. The ends justify going through this.' He kept repeating to himself.
Stud Muffin looked outside the window, noticing a few spots in Wrath that featured explosions and more than the usual amount of violence. "It still doesn't feel right for us to just stay here and watch the world burn. We've gotta do something!"
"What CAN we do? There's a billion demons out there and we're kinda busy with...whatever our plan is." Brass Bolt stated, giving him his newest invention. "Here. Brass Knuckles made of angelic weaponry. Compliments to the Carmines. Well, before they suddenly shut down their industry for some reason."
Looking at the knuckles, the Earth Pony gave a grimace. "I...don't really wanna hurt anybody."
"Something tells Trixie we won't have much of a choice." Trixie grimly noted. "Trixie should be out there, spreading joy and the splendor of her magic! Not rotting away in a tower and crossing her fingers, hoping all will turn out fine!"
"You think you're having it bad?! I wanna bash some heads like what's happening out there!" Gilda flexed her talons. "Maybe I could hit up that Millie chick. She's pretty hardcore."
Mokushiroku held up a claw. 'Enough doubt. Let Stammadon have his fun. Trust me when I say that this will help us return home sooner. It may take a while, but-HEY!'
"NOM-NOM-NOM!" Discord started to slobber around one of his shoulder crystals.
'MAN ALIVE! Have some decency! ' He telekinetically threw the draconequus near the entrance of the shiny tower.
As soon as he smashed against the wall like a slinky, something slammed against the door from outside, causing the whole tower the shake. "Uh-oh! Looks like whatever's happening there's coming all the way here!" Brass Bolt started to charge up his robotic arms, ready to engage in fisticuffs galore.
'Hm? Wait. I sense...a presence. Familiar...but different...' Mokushiroku rubbed his chin, starting to look more concerned as he felt more that presence by the second.
Shakily getting back on his feet, Discord wobbled to the door. "Just a sec! I'll get it!" He chuckled, grabbing around the handle and ready to say whatever bit of nonsense came to his mind.
The very moment he opened the door and saw who was at the other side...let's just say he sobered up very quickly. "AAAAAAH!!!! "
With that scream, he slammed the door hard, leaving Ragnarök rather confused as to what just happened.
That door slam was felt across most of the tower, leaving everybody looking at the draconquus with odd looks. "Um...what was that?" Iron Will asked.
"Uhhhhh...nothing!" Discord nervously replied.
"That didn't SOUND like nothing!" Trixie pointed out.
"Hmmmn...mmn...oh..." Mumbling nervously, sweat began to drip down the serpentine form of the chaotic spirit.
Looking very unamused, Mokushiroku got off his throne, floating past everybody before realizing that Discord was forming a tight seal around the door with his very form, shifting around before he was suddenly telekinetically torn off. 'Do you take me for a fool? I can handle anything that comes our way.'
"Listen, buddy, I don't think you wanna open that." Discord frantically told his boss, almost snapping his fingers to destroy the knob, but he was then pinned by one of Mokushiroku's crystals falling from the ceiling thanks to a telekinetic finger wave.
Ignoring the odd behavior of his ally, the crystalline one finally opened the door. 'Joe, for the last time, my tower is not 'ruining the view'. You're just being silly about...'
The words died in his mind as his eyes gazed upon the similarly sized kaiju, recognizing him from head to toe. In fact, his eyes couldn't stop darting around the other's form, trying to comprehend if this was real or not. Was his own power over creating illusions turning against him?!
In Ragnarök's case, he was filled with instant curiosity about the creature that dwelled here. It smelled like another one of his kin, but he certainly looked different. Was he mutated like he was? Would he understand him if he vocalized to him? He could sense a hostile intent from the other being, but he stayed still, not wanting to spook this familiar creature.
Back with Mokushiroku, his head turned back to Discord, then back to Ragnarök...then that repeated several more times, getting quicker with each time. All the while, Discord was trying to crawl away, even transforming himself into a mite. The others around him were frozen with shock as well, finally seeing just who was outside their tower.
At last, the crystalline one cleared his throat, tapping the other kaiju on the head to establish a psychic link. 'Give me a moment.' He calmly said, befuddling the other kaiju into taking a step back when he heard that voice, before the door slammed in front of him again.
Awkwardly, Ragnarök stood, looking left and right. He took the time to examine himself in the reflection of the tower, scowling at the thing he had become. Maybe this creature didn't recognize him due to how warped his appearance was, the scars also having the effect of reminding him of what he went through days earlier.
Not even floating in the air, Mokushiroku stomped to face everybody behind him, looking seconds away from completely losing it. His pupils darted to where Discord was hiding under a table, using his psychic powers to rip him away, the shock of being yanked like that causing him to transform back into his normal form. "Hey! Use your words, buddy!" He nervously chuckled.
'Discord...my most-talented ally...oh, great Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony...' The tone in Mokushiroku's psychic voice was soft, yet also sounding like he was about ready to strangle the draconequus on a whim. 'When you were teleporting Ragnarök away...literally, what were you thinking? '
Eyes darting left and right, Discord suddenly remembered. "That he should...'Go to Hell'? I was going to say 'Tartarus', but-"
'And tell me...what is the 'Hell' you are most INTIMATELY familiar with now? '
"...this one?" He whimpered.
'Yes. Absolutely correct. And now, thanks to your stupidity, we are now graced with not merely another one of Ragnarok's pieces taking on a monstrous life of its own, but I just looked into his mind. This...is...the ORIGINAL RAGNAROK, memories and all! Just at a much more manageable size! ' He angrily finished, wrapping his claw around the draconequus throat and causing him to deflate like a popped balloon.
The others didn't know what to say, all looking to the window to gaze upon the kaiju standing there. "That's really him?" Trixie shuddered.
"He's...maybe a little less scary up close?" Brass Bolt pointed out.
"Nope. Iron Will is NOT dealing with this." The minotaur quickly hid under a couch.
"Make space for me!" Gilda joined him, while the Iron Will also held Trixie close, the magician hugging him closely.
Stud Muffin, however, was already walking towards the door. "What are you doing, you moron?!" Brass Bolt hissed.
"Saying 'Hello'. Maybe he's really mellowed out since he came back from the dead!" He mentioned. "Everybody deserves a second chance, even after...that." He shuddered at the memory of Ponyville getting engulfed in radioactive hellfire, courtesy of that atomic breath.
He was then suddenly yanked into the nearest wall, his bulk creating a sizable dent. All thanks to Mokushiroku's free hand. 'NO! He deserves to suffer for what he's done! He ruined our world! He...wait...' The gears began to turn in his head, a 'DING' sound reverberating through the room before he tossed Discord aside. 'Congrats. You get to keep your arteries.'
Coughing while trying to re-inflate himself by blowing on his thumb, Discord arched a brow at his boss. "Lemme guess. You have yet ANOTHER plan?"
'Think of this as me cleaning up your mess. Be grateful I was able to think of something on such short notice.' He replied tersely before floating towards the door, opening it once more.
Ragnarök had almost decided to just leave, but, once more, he was face-to-face with the other one of his kin. His usually dour expression almost softened as he leaned forward to face the crystalline one. 'DON'T...touch me.' Mokushiroku snarled, once again confusing the other saurian one with how his voice echoed in his mind. 'Ah, yes. I see. A very left-brained individual. Let me speak plainly.'
He leaned back, treating this casually while Ragnarök grasped his head, still very much confused. 'You are hearing me with your miniscule mind. I am Mokushiroku...and you could say, given the circumstances of our creation, that I am your older brother. Older by millennia, that is.'
Hearing this threw the recently awakened kaiju for a loop. He had a brother? He really wasn't alone as he thought. He gave a curious rumble from his throat, trying to step closer. 'I SAID...' He was then pushed back, his toe-claws leaving marks in the mud. '...don't touch me or come near me. Let me make it VERY clear. You did a very bad thing before getting here. Do you remember? Maybe I should...jog your memory? '
In an instant, Ragnarok felt a surge of memories play in his head, causing him to let out an agonized roar and nearly falling onto his back as he grasped his head. The mutation...the destruction...the death...it all came back with a vengeance.
'There we go. I think that should suffice.' Mokushiroku stated, floating around the agitated kaiju, his withering gaze never leaving the one on the ground. 'I suppose it only makes sense you've found yourself in a realm where sinners always end up. This, my brother, is Hell. Your final resting place. A fitting place for monsters like you.'
Stopping his floating around, the crystalline one's back was now facing the other's face, his claws digging into the ground as he tried to stand up again. 'Sadly for you, you are most unwelcome in my corner of this realm. Your sins against our homeworld are unforgivable and, frankly, nothing is stopping me from killing you where you stand. Finishing the job that those other beings in our world started.'
He then turned his head back to face Ragnarök a bit, suddenly having a card in his claws. 'But...we ARE family. Thus, I am feeling...generous. There is a place for beings like you. Where even the most despicable demons are welcomed with open arms, the hope of redemption dangling over their heads. In your case, all you can hope for is a decent place to live. A territory you can call your own, albeit not without its fair share of company.'
He flicked that card to his brother, causing Ragnarök to nearly fumble with it in his claws before he got a good look at it. Tilting his head, he saw the image of a strange structure. A large one with big shapes on it. Letters, were they called? He recalled a few of those written by the 'Lunar Warriors' from long ago. H-A-Z-B-I-N...H-O-T-E-L...
'This, brother, is the Hazbin Hotel. Just keep walking straight ahead and you'll be unable to miss it. Use this picture as a reference.' Mokushiroku instructed, pointing to the horizon. 'There is the only place where you'll be treated with all the kindness you don't deserve.'
Ragnarök looked to where the other kaiju was pointing, snarling in a way that seemed uncertain about this. He was still reeling from the fact that this 'brother' of his held him in such contempt. Shaking his head to rid himself of whatever guilt was there, he snorted, turning his head to face the direction of wherever this place was.
As far as ideas went regarding what to do next, he had none but this one. 'That's right. Run along. Leave me to my devices. NEVER...come back.' Mokushiroku glared. 'Good day.' With those last few words, he telekinetically slammed the door shut in his brother's face, startling him slightly.
Snorting again, the kaiju fully turned towards where he was apparently supposed to go, already seeing some havoc taking place in the spots with many bright lights. Areas that were probably best left avoided. With his tail dragging against the ground, he continued to stomp forth, left with no choice but to venture into the unknown.
Back in the tower, the others looked at the crystalline one with uncertain and shocked expressions. "Dude! You're just gonna let him roam around free?!" Gilda wondered.
"And did you just sic him on the princess' hotel?!" Trixie added. "Trixie liked her! She went to all my shows!"
"And things are pretty violent out there. What if something sets him off?" Stud Muffin added.
"Astute observation. They're all kinds of fucked." Brass Bolt nodded.
Giving a slight smirk, Mokushiroku floated back to his throne, his eyes starting to glow along with the crystals. 'Trust me. Discord's stupid actions may have ensured we're going home MUCH sooner...'
"Um...thank you?" Discord shrugged before one of his eyes suddenly zoomed in on the kaiju. "You know, if this ends like the LAST plan did-"
'Doubt me and I'll ensure your afterlife here will be a waking nightmare.' The kaiju warned, volts traveling around the tower. Those volts crackled against the ground, driving the group back a bit. 'Great things are about to happen...and it seems we won't have to wait for much longer.'
He gave a dark chuckle, leaving all in the room questioning if their leader had finally lost it. Given the surprise return of the very same monster that ravaged their home...perhaps that was the case? They certainly hoped not.
Meanwhile in Heaven...
"YOU'RE NEXT!"
Within the halls of this palace, the words of Stammadon echoed from the screens all around, the Exorcists within listening with revulsion. On several other screens were various scenes from Hell, showing the whole place falling into anarchy. Most of the demons, Sinner and Hellborn alike, looked more panicked than bloodthirsty, though there were definitely some that were enjoying the madness.
"Such blasphemy! We should storm Hell right now and cut it down to size!" One Exorcist shouted.
"Maybe we should just leave them with that guy. Let him run the place into the fucking ground!" Another suggested.
"What if this is the sign of a new invasion?" Another worried.
"Then we should kill them before they even ATTEMPT to kill us!" Yet another yelled.
"ENOUGH."
A booming voice silenced them all, a multi-winged being entering the place and bringing an ethereal glow to the otherwise dimly-lit location. Sera had arrived, looking downcast as she gazed upon the screens. At her sides were Adam and Lute, the former of which was looking at the situation with barely contained glee.
"Wow! What a shitshow, this is. First, that crystal lizard shows up...then some other dipshits...and now this? I think you know what this means, boss?" Adam wiggled his brows.
Narrowing her gaze at the screen and not meeting his gaze, Sera sighed. "Your eagerness to slaughter shames us all. Can't you show even a small hint of restraint?"
"With all due respect..." Lute began, though it looked like she was holding back her own bloodlust. "They deserve everything that's coming to them. We've put them in their place for centuries and, despite our efforts, they multiply like cockroaches. They now scheme and plot to bring their chaos to our realm. It would be better if we just wiped the entire slate clean."
"We are NOT going to engage in mindless slaughter." Sera warned. "But...this might call for more than one Extermination, given how bleak the situation is."
"FFFFFFFFUCK YES!" Adam pumped his fists, only to instantly calm upon being hit with his boss' glare. "Okay, okay. I'll tone it down. Is it really a bad thing that I like my job so much? The job that, need I remind you, YOU gave me?"
The Seraphim nodded, turning back to the screens as she saw footage of portals opening up, monsters running around, and Stammadon laughing in sadistic glee. Her fist clenched, some of her extra eyes opening. "Lucifer...I expected BETTER from you. Your realm continues to descend into chaos and I haven't seen you manage it at all."
"He's such a loser, am I right?" Adam remarked. "I'm called a fat slob half the time, but I fucking EARNED my R&R!"
"That will be all." Sera's eye twitched after that, knowing that a rant was incoming. "Prepare yourself and your forces. In six months...the culling must begin anew."
"Roger that!" Adam said before elbowing Lute. "I almost wanna thank that overgrown housecat! No more waiting for a whole-ass year! Are you ready to rip Hell a new asshole soon?"
"Of course. But I can't help but wonder...what other horrors will those infernal portals unleash upon that realm, bolstering its ranks?" Lute wondered. "It almost makes you wonder why no portals have opened up here."
Adam shrugged. "Eh. Fucked if I know. Wanna get some ribs? I'm famished!" After getting no response from his right-hand Exorcist, he nudged her again. "They're selling Dino-Nuggies at half-price."
"You have quite a way with words sometimes." She gave a small smile at that, flying alongside her boss towards their eatery of choice.