WARNING!
This chapter is funny, in a black as the abyss humor sort of way.
It's here to build tension and dread for when Sombra reaches Gaia. It's not sunshine and rainbows.
Sombra is written as a Chaotic Evil Unfettered Card-Carrying Villein who is Ax Crazy and sees defiling life as an art form.
This is why the story has a gore tag. This bit's pretty dark because I write evil as evil.
Skip it if you want. For those who will read on, enjoy this monster.
Sombra the Atrocity - 5th of Snowfall - Night
As far as the eye cared to see there was naught but rubble, ash, and black crystal spikes erupting from the earth, upon which hung many an impaled corpse. The spaces between the crystals atop the rubble were coated in a tasteful application of blood and bile to form pictures of the atrocities which had occurred not three hours ago. You know, so whoever responded to the disaster could get a better idea of what happened here.
The ash meanwhile, was swept over the spaces between the pictures to form a contrasting backdrop not only for the blood paintings, but also to form a concentric arcane sigils around the altar constructed from offal, skulls, and the severed genitals of both sexes. Let nothing ever say Sombra is a sexist monster. I’m an equal opportunity depopulator.
The altar itself was also a rather elegant work of art. Shaped to look like a brain, with attached nervous system coiled around it, topped with a lovely altar cloth fashioned from fresh pelts. Only the cutiemark portions from each pelt naturally.
It’s just not as horrifying to look upon if you don’t know their souls are still stuck in their remains and observing everything about their situation. It’s even better when the wails and lamentations of the damned fill the air at a whispers’ volume. Just thinking of somepony’s apprehension at approaching the altar was more uplifting than anything I had felt in a half dozen years.
My masterpiece for this particular lovely outing floated atop the altar, slowly revolving along its vertical axis. A pulsing, glowing, dull red gemstone shaped like a bleeding eye. It didn’t actually do anything other than pulse, glow, float, make you think it’s a source of evil, and spin, but whoever found it wouldn't know that! I hope it wouldn’t be a unicorn. Fake Eldritch Abomination pranks work so much better on creatures which can’t sense magic.
Of course, that hilarious joke would come after the second act of damnation to happen here this week. See, the nested sigils would drain the energy of the souls of the impaled ponies and transmute their would be rescuers into monsters while keeping their minds intact so they could be properly horrified.
This would most likely make whoever found my little joke believe that was responsible for turning everypony into monsters. Naturally they would then seek to learn what it is and how to destroy it assuming that would end the curse. Of course, this wouldn’t do anything and they would likely live out their days in shame feeling like a total failure. Ha! I kill me.
Now I know you're thinking, ‘how did all this come about?’ Well, it all started when I had to take a break from traveling and took a midnight stroll through some woods. The air was clear, the moon was full, and I was dying to sink my teeth into something.
Get it? Because I’m Evil. Muahaha! Don’t look at me like that, it’s funny!
To my amusement, the woods terminated right on the edge of this tucked away little village. It was rather quaint looking. Cobblestone roads, thatched roofs, wattle and daub walls, I’m sure you know the type. The sort that’s so satisfying to raze because you just know generations poured their hearts and souls into it.
The cherry atop the slaughter sunday was the village was already under attack. I know! It’s always lovely when there are more people in a village than normal. It gives you so much more to work with.
In this case, the extra treats was a small pack of Diamond Dogs. Disgusting subpony creatures I know, but remarkably tasty when fermented in their own blood and grilled. They looked to be a standard group of raiders with their leather and cloth armor, rusty improvised weapons, and slipshod manner.
They had arranged a line of the village’s younger inhabitants in front of what I presumed to be their parents for what was probably a classic ‘intimidate by killing some of the children’ gambit. They were doing it all wrong. They would have angered the villagers, not broken them.
It was a damn shame, because I am currently in the market for some minions. If they had been doing it correctly, I might have used them to pull a wagon and training dummies for the aforementioned minions.
What? Minions need training. Unless of course they have that rare blend of expendable and invulnerable, but I digress.
The biggest, most foul smelling Dog noticed me walk out of the trees, turned, gave me a depraved grin and announced, “So you came! To bad you’re far too late.”
I had absolutely no idea who he was or what he was on about. All I could focus on was how his jowls jiggled as he spoke. His face would make a rather durable haversack. Elasticity is key to any good bag.
“What?” I asked, hoping to keep the conversation ball rolling long enough to work out what the most amusing method of disposal would be.
“My Dogs already have captured this village. If you start anything we will slaughter everyone you love, instead of taking your valuables and slaughtering most ponies you love.” He cackled, waving what I presume he thought was a sword.
“Like this one,” He spat, pulling a random red and yellow stallion from the line of adults, “your coltfriend if I’m not mistaken?”
“Mhm…” I said with an eye roll. Honestly, did someone here look like me? I owned this world. Looking like me is a capital offense! Besides, who the hay looks like me besides me?
To my delight, everypony in the line had gasped in horror. It looked like homosexuality was finally accepted by society at large. That was excellent! Now I could torment anyone by torturing their lover and they would react appropriately instead of trying to deny that connection because of social stigmas.
“I’m going to mount his pretty little head on a spike.” The dog informed. His crew howled in glee.
“Uh huh.” I said dismissively. I would have to try exterminating their species again, I had forgotten how annoying their howls sounded.
“But first, I’m going to rape him!” The dog spat, sliding his bit of scrap metal shaped like a sword up to the stallion’s throat.
“Neat.” It occurred to me that I had wandered into the middle of something some hero was probably failing at solving. It made the evening just that much more pleasant.
“But before I can do any of that…” The subpony chuckled, “I’m going to kill you!”
“Oh?” I asked. “See, that would be intimidating if, well, you were intimidating.”
“Are you mocking me?” The Dog demanded.
I turned my attention to the villagers and gave them my best malicious smile. I made sure my pointed teeth shone in the moonlight, I let my eye slowly begin to leak wisps of dark magic, I pulled the shadows of the trees behind me over myself forming them into a solid set of armor that drank in the light.
“Rejoice!” I ordered with a preacher's smile, “For very bad things are about to happen!”
Thus began the killing. You know how it ended. As a delightful work of art, and an excellent break from a cross continental journey.
It was time for me to get back to that journey. Good ol’ Grogar was looking forward to a good old fashioned game of Maiming and Monsters, or possibly Torments and Terrors. I forget which.
It would be a shame to keep the master himself locked away forever. Art should never be hidden away from the public. Especially when I never get to look at someone else’s gallery. Your work never improves without exposure to others after all.
Of course, I would need some trail rations. An army marches on the will power of its necromancer, but their master certainly needs to eat. I took a moment to toss some spare meats into my new Dog hide bag. It wasn’t veal per say, but it would do.
I couldn’t help but hum a little tune as I trotted away from my little sidequest. A merry little tune by Beat Haven I had forced him to compose back in the day. The tune proved catchy, and before long I found myself singing instead.
“Death, bright spark of divinity,
Daughter of Elysium,
Fire-inspired we tread
Thy sanctuary.
Thy magic power re-unites
All that custom has divided,
All life become stillness
Under the sway of thy gentle wings.
Whoever has created
An abiding friendship,
Or has won
A true and loving wife,
All who can call at least one soul theirs,
Upon our pyre shall fall ;
Any who we spare shall weep tearfully,
all they loved as dust in wind!”
6121064 Well I actually have a logarithmic scale for love energy. To initiate a Royal Metamorphasis, a changeling requires .35 Terahugs of energy. Due to the Emeralds inferior genetic stock, they require a minimum of 2.7 Terahugs to preform the metamorphasis, but actually can't do it willingly, or via the other method of obtaining a Queen (Normal changelings can also hatch as Queens). What happened here is Sixnine became so overloaded with energy that her body sought out any way to bleed off the energy it could, and therefore Love Cookies = Queen Metamorphasis in a nom.
I presume a love bomb would do the same thing over a larger area. Also since in my AU here a changeling Queen isn't that much more powerful than the average pony (there are exceptions like Chrysalis) Cadence could essentially elevate the hive to pony level with a series of bombing runs.
If sombra is going after Lunas part of the key, does that mean Canterlot is on the way to becoming Dresden, or Belsen?
6121176
As stated in my lofe guide the changeling life cycle is: Egg, larva, nymph, adult, (and possibly queen). Every ling has the potential to become a queen. This dose NOT mean they are the ruler of the hive, it's just a stage of life. (Though most hive rulers are members of the queen caste). In this setting, Queen is a stage in the life cycle few changelings obtain due to a lack of food to fuel the transformation.
Queens are not very special, they can spawn drones (thereby starting a hive over time. Drones are however nonsapient, basically organic robots. Drones will eventual produce sapient changelings via breeding but it takes a few years), and their powers are increased to the level of the pony average minimum. If that changeling was exceptionally strong before becoming a queen, they would have the straighten of an exceptionally strong earthpony as a queen, but only moderate magical and flight abilities.
As for why they do not expand indefinitely, they cant. They eat love and they cant eat their own species love. Food supply limits growth, just like with every species, including ours.
6121205 No, because I hate those series.
6122700 I don't think there is gonna be any reforming of this epically evil-bad. Genesis on the other hand...
Yikes.
6122700 Well, I had not made that connection. Gah, now all I can picture him as is an awesome fusion of DBZA Vegeta and Abridged Alucard XD
6123259 That combination though...
6123558 Excellent
6122065
Indeed they are!
6122183 I figured a 4th wall break was needed.
6122700 I'm not sure you could redeem that. At least not without a Galbatorix ending to the reformation.
6123033
The sky's a holo projection, so it docent have pixels... Phee's a dick.
I literately dont think there is a name for that number... and since it's a logrythmic scale...
Well you can eat one, but they should probably be whittled down into little pills.
6123066 I put up a warning that I write evil as actually evil.
Oh dear, i HOPE that was not ponyville. :C But once again you writing shines and i really enjoyed both of the new chapters. Thank you, Meep. :D
6124675 Yet...
Also no, that was not Ponyville. Sombra was traveling east to Gaia, and Gaia is south of Ponyville. It's out of his current doom path.
6124638 That may have been the best joke I have ever written or said, ever. I'm glad you caught it.
What tune is the bit at the end sung to?
6125067 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFX8S9aAgvw&list=FLur05VtOCW_erk7f1poOxbA&index=11
6125072 ...
Because of course it is.
6125121 It's not FUBAR if it isnt.
6125127 I can dig it.
6124675 Nah, believe me, those cookies have been dealt with by the best special containment personnel around.
this is the most morbidly hilarious thing I’ve ever read
this here guys is genuine evil.
first of all, it’s to difficult to take the time to properly preserve and ferment them without to much decay, secondly, you have to remove all the fat before you grill them, the grease tastes nasty
you’re not worth the effort
hmm, I've only ever played hells and horrors with him...
gofigure
the scene has been set, lets roll!
6128766 maybe a powder based thinner?
6128817 Could work, maybe you should apply for Level-3 clearance so you can join the research team.
6128853 I might do that, although I think an ex dark lord who still uses dark magic would be allowed into an experimental tech lab...
6128867 You'd have to run it by The Foundation's research clearance division. You already meet the criteria of being a non 'ling.
6128871 done, I sent meep a full application for a technical adviser.
6128984 Doesn't exactly work like that...
6129052 applications in, after I get in (if I do) then I should be able to move around a little and find a comfortable place working for her
6128801 Heh, glad to see someone got at least one of the bits of dark humor there.
6130558 You play by the official rules of Calvinball: http://www.bartel.org/calvinball/
only you are playing with little tiny magically created avatars of yourself on a table.
6130609 I'm just getting warmed up on those segments too...
Archive Binge complete! Love cookies, petahugs, hugs as a unit of measurement and currency, OME! Too much to take in, I may have to reread the series. I can't decide if I want Sea of Sand or Sea of Sky to update next more! Absolutely deserving of the tracks I gave both stories!
6131007 Sand updates next, and jsut for that fanboy/girl you gushed out there I'll get it done ASAP.
6131025 Male, and I always get like that when I find a new story I like. Doesn't invalidate the gushing at all, but just a fact. (I've nicknamed it 'Read It All Through Euphoric Dementia', mainly for the acronym of RIATED so I can pronounce it 'Rioted'.) And I do think I will reread this. I tend to read so fast I miss some things, plus I enjoy rereading in general.
6131080 If you notice anything you especially like on your second read, let me know!
6129138 humor is humor, humor is funny, funny is subjective, subjective can be subjected to morbidety.
Therefore morbid can be humourus, meaning morbid humor is funny.
There we go, science proved that morbid humour is funny, don't question it.
6131200 Um, of course morbid humor is funny, otherwise it wouldn't be humor. Morbid is just an adjective to describe the noun that is humor. Science isn't really needed to prove that...
6131365 I like doing things the long way, makes me feel as if I achieved something in my life
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Is Sombra making a dark altar or Cupcakes?
6133649 I see you read his fanfics too!
6134429 The best part is the actual total is over 9000 tot he poser of googleplex.