You’re not sure which is worse; the grating sound of the blade sawing against the bones of the wings, or the neighing screams of the majestic pegasus. The sterling white of the celestial horse is drenched in crimson red, a violation it seems of all the purity in the multiverse and it leaves its mark; the blood seems to soak in, deepening to a dark obsidian as the corruption takes hold turning the pegasus into a new and fiendish creature. The second that the screams stop, a fire roars to life in its place, blasting of the back and flanks of the newly minted nightmare. – Requested by (Alias: J.W. Fritz)