The world grew dark, and Applejack found that even her great strength was not enough, that all her hard work was not enough to complete all that she had to do. It was in that moment that the voice offered a second chance - a chance to finish her toils before finally bringing the peace of Oblivion to all of Creation. And so she will, as the Fruit of Ghostly Labours' End.
The Children of Ash exemplify destruction through killing and tactical tyranny. They can slay any adversary and lay waste to whole nations. Indeed, some Dusk Castes view themselves as the purest disciples of Oblivion, ordained to spread the gospel of unmaking with every blow.
Final dusk will fall upon the world as the Sun himself goes out, his conquered blood spattered across the forever-unfinished Games of Divinity.
There's something you probably forgot about though; a key part of FiM: Redemption.
"Each Abyssal Exaltation is a dark reflection of its former existence as a Solar. Whether by limitation or design, within the core of every Abyssal Exaltation is a spark of the original Solar exaltation, which promises redemption, glory, and the love of the Unconquered Sun (coughCelestiacough). The whispering spark of light serves as a conscience in even the most black hearted of Abyssals, reiterating continuously that these Chosen of Death have also chosen Death for themselves and all of creation. Trapped inside the tainted Essence of every deathknight is a dim spark of Solar glory, a fragile hope that gutters like a windblown candle with the faint promise of redemption."
"This is the Fruit of Ghostly Labours' End, remember? Th'deadliest an' most implacable o' Deathknights? Ah'll reap all o' these here souls...all bah mah self!" : D
"Each Abyssal Exaltation is a dark reflection of its former existence as a Solar. Whether by limitation or design, within the core of every Abyssal Exaltation is a spark of the original Solar exaltation, which promises redemption, glory, and the love of the Unconquered Sun (coughCelestiacough). The whispering spark of light serves as a conscience in even the most black hearted of Abyssals, reiterating continuously that these Chosen of Death have also chosen Death for themselves and all of creation. Trapped inside the tainted Essence of every deathknight is a dim spark of Solar glory, a fragile hope that gutters like a windblown candle with the faint promise of redemption."
"This is the Fruit of Ghostly Labours' End, remember? Th'deadliest an' most implacable o' Deathknights? Ah'll reap all o' these here souls...all bah mah self!" : D
...Also, the fangs are a nice touch.
AJ's totally awesome AND freightening in this one. Loved and faved.