Dead had gone over the various things that had happened in her childhood that caused her to make the choices that she did. She explained that she lived in a seaside town that was on the boarders of pony territory, she had explained how griffons had pestered the tower on several occasions. She explained the griffons had come into the town one night and slaughterer everpony save for her. She explained how she swore vengeance for her family and her friends. She explained how she tracked the raiders to their own village and she explained that she was able to overpower the village and kill several griffons at the age of eight, how she rose them from the dead and used them to kill the others. She even explained how she saw some fly not to their cities and town but towards pony territory, how they told Celestia that both attacks were her fault, that she had received the blame for it. How she had been banished and forced into exile, how she had been told that she was lucky to be able to live.
"So they blamed you and left you out in the wild to die? At age eight?"" Twilight was in shock at the entire story, and in shock that Celestia and Luna had acted so swiftly without thinking properly. "Honestly I could not believe that Celestia would be so rash."
"Celestia was a different pony back then, she was trying very hard to smooth out relations with the griffon empire. However that didn't turn out so well. hence the pony/griffon war. I respect her for trying but it was rash and not well though through." Dead has a bit of emotion in her voice, she had really opened up. Dead was in fact starting to treat Twilight and her friends like she treated the dead. "Its funny, I never thought talking could be so therapeutic."
"Its amazing what you can learn about somepony when they just talk, you know its never a good idea to bottle up your emotions. Who knows what you could do if they have come out unexpectedly." Rarity said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Maybe someday you will be able to come back to civilization?"
"Sorry Rarity but you are two ponies and a dragon. I can tolerate you, maybe even of accept you. But I don't think I could live with others."
"Well at least you are making progress... I guess." Rarity said with a pinch of disappointment.
"Don't worry Rarity, I'm sure someday she will see sense." Spike added, Spike had remained mainly silent, he had been silently observing the events. A few times during the explanation he had been taken out of the room by Skullworthy due to Dead deeming the memory 'a bit much.'
"Look I appreciate you all listening to me prattle about my misspent youth, but really this changes nothing. I am nothing more then a necromancer living out in exile. Nothing will change nor will it ever."
"Annnd we are back to where we were an hour ago..." Spike said as he crossed his arms and sighed. "Look Twilight, you obviously aren't going to get anywhere with her. We might as well give up and go home."
"Spike we aren't giving up, and also I don't know if you have forgotten but there is a storm outside." Twilight said, ignoring Spike as rolled his eyes.
"Look as much as I love hearing you talk about me within earshot I have to ask that you tone it down a notch, I may be a heartless necromancer who cares more about the dead then I do the living. But I have feelings!" Dead had recovered from her emotional state and was once again perky.
"Well its nice to see you happy, even if you are mocking us..." Rarity said as she stood up. "Well at least the rain has calmed down somewhat."
"That's just me boosting the shield subconsciously, I mean you honestly didn't think the rain had let up? If anything it got worse."
"I don't understand you, you tell us your entire traumatic childhood in all the gory details, yet you have only become less mocking." Twilight sighed. "This is going nowhere..."
"Well at least you gained somewhat of an insight to what made me the murderous killing machine you see today. I mean, that's something right?"
"If anything you just made me question a lot of history. There are legends about Discord and Sombra, evil figures that tried to rule the world. Yet nothing about you, as if they tried to cover it up." Twilight said, she looked down at the floor and sighed.
"Well Twilight, you see. In my last attempt to take over Canterlot I raided the library and stole everything about me. I needed to vanish, I even broke the window the showed Celestia's and Luna's many victories over me."
"I see, then why did they not replace the stolen books?"
"May of or may not have wiped the memories of certain scholars, and eh place a small curse that meant when anypony tried to write about me the couldn't think of anything good to write so they would tell themselves they would do it later." A large grin came over Dead's face as she started happily into the air. "Talking about the time I was transcending from evil to not-so-evil makes me happy."
"What happened that made you change your ways?" Rarity asked politely.
"Oh y'know the usual. Became aware that killing and subjugating ponies wouldn't bring my family back and that I was hurting more then I was helping. The usual evil doers realization." Dead was perky as she spoke, she even let out a small chuckle after she finished
"I was not aware that there was a 'usual' for that..." Rarity said, trying to smile with Dead without forcing it.
Skullworthy appeared in the room, he was floating in the middle of all four of the group. "Madam, it is ready! I am sorry it took so long to get ready, I couldn't find the correct items... But regardless it is ready!" The chirpy skull bounced around with a smile before promptly fixating himself to the wall. "I think I will get some rest, if that is alright with you madam?"
"Of course Skullworthy!" Dead got up and walked over to the skull as its magic drained. She gently kissed the skull its forehead. "Goodnight my friend..." She sighed and sat back down within the group.
"You really do value the dead more then the living..." Twilight said gazing into the skull.
"They support me when I'm when I need them. And Skullworthy is special, he has been there for me. He is more like a brother then a simple minion. Would you not care if he was flesh and bone?"
"Its okay, I don't judge you, at least I have stopped anyway."
"Well," Dead brought a clock out of nowhere without any rhyme or reason. "Its coming up to eleven. I guess its time for some rest for the wicked."
"Wha..?" All three of the other members of the group gave a confused look.
"Bed! What else?" Dead let out a huge laugh, she then got up and headed out into the hallway and found the large bedroom behind the bone door. "I had the bedroom set up specially." She pushed open the door as the three others entered the hallway.