Halloween's night: Updates and a short story of cosmic horror.

For those who didn't noticed, Doom Patrol has a new chapter. Go, read it and comment. Tell them Megatron:

Also, I would like to leave a preview for TCB: Judgement Day's next chapter, here it is:

This time Celestia knew where she was going. She was Celestia. She wasn't Celestia.

She was Celestia because she had all her memories. The same things that made Celestia suffer were making her suffer too. She remebered Discord's threatening gaze and the madness that he caused. She knew about Luna and Cadance, about Twilight and Blueblood. Her family. She could feel their hearts.

She wasn't Celestia because she knew things that Celestia didn't. She knew what was behind the Great Disaster and she knew what caused the Barrier to appear. She also knew how to bring humanity back, how to make real peace. And she knew what was going to happen in the end. Where, when and how Celestia would face the white face of death. And only she knew what was going to happen after that.

She wasn't Celestia. Unlike Celestia, she knew everything she could want. She knew who was meant to sit on the twelfth throne, and everything about the owners of the other eleven. She knew the future of Shazam. She knew how Odin was going to die. She knew Darkseid's and Highfater's secrets. She knew that Miracleman and the Doctor Manhattan were created by the same hand. She knew the answers Rama Kushna didn't. She knew about Unicron (she knew about Primus). She knew about the sons and daughters of Zeus. She knew what lied inside Doctor Fate's tower.

She knew the Spectre's past.

But there was one thing she didn't knew. She didn't knew what had become of Equus. What happened to her (to Celestia's) home?

She was Celesti, she knew how to teleport herself. She wasn't Celestia, teleportation didn't needed her energy. It wasn't even teleportation. It was more like she already existed everywhere in Celestia's world. She just needed con focus on a point and there she was, in the middle of the wasteland that once was Equestria.

The air was toxic to every living being, the water was boiled and dissipated on the atmosphere, the once fertile ground was replaced for salt and brimstone and a fire storm was rampaging everything. The skies where red as if they were bleeding. The place was uninhabitable even on a metaphysical level, just because the story said so (she knew about the story/stories).

"NOOOO!"

The power emerged from Celestia even before she was aware (she wasn't Celestia).
The power was limitless, enough to bring back life (she wasn't Celestia!).
Limitless power fighting death itself on a conceptual level (SHE WASN'T CELESTIA!).
Power beyond imagination, even greater than the power of The Eleven!

Nothing.

Her head felt in defeat. The land was still a death land.

But suddenly she heard it. The voices of the past ones. Like a chorus composed of hundred/thousand/millions of voices calling her (Celestia's) name. Sun gods and goddesses, spirits from the distant pas and the far future. They said only one thing.

"We are the sons and daughters of the first god, the sun. Take our power." Ra, Lugh.

"Our power can consume a world as it never existed. Take it!" Apollo, Inti.

"We've watched life from before the concept even existed. Our power is yours, Celestia. TAKE IT!"

"TAKE IT!"

Then... Only a single voice, full of hope and good will, strong and noble. The voice that ordered the light into existence.

"It's your turn."

The voice was calm.

"It's your turn, Celestia. It's now or never." Let there be light.

"My power is yours, Celestia. Take it." Let there be light!

The power of the First Light flowed inside her. Through her horn, wings and hooves. The power she thought limitless before (she wasn't Celestia) was nothing compared to this. Her hooves where the earth itself, her wings had the sky within them and her horn was the stars. Her body was the universe, every galaxy that ever existed and will exist. Bringing life back to a dead world seemed so little now she could create a universe (she wasn't Celestia). But still, even if now she was above existence itself (she wasn't Celestia) she still wanted live to exist. She still cared.

"Life maters."

Somewhere else, Celestia awoke with the sound of thunder.

You understand what's going on? Me neither.