"Kira, our lord."
"Kira, our savior."
"Kira, our God."
The ponies in the dark robes began to enclose the house, the dull flame from the candles piercing through the windows of the dark house.
The chanting turned louder and louder, as the darkness surrounding the area got more and more profound, soon leaving all of the ponies with nothing for a light source but the candles, which provided little light on their own.
Inside of the house, huddled up in a corner of Aryan's room, were three frightened unicorns, shivering from fear.
"Are we gonna die?" Dynamo Pad asked as he ran his hoof though Aryan's mane softly, earning him a pony elbow to the face. He rubbed it off and waited for his question to be answered.
But nobody had anything to say.
"Could it be...? OH NOOOOOO!" Dynamo screeched in a voice that permeated the walls and echoed throughout the woods, the ponies outside giggling in morbid satisfaction at the sheer horror in his voice. The back of his throat burned with the release of the scream, but he didn't care. It all seemed hopeless.
"Dynamo calm down." Spark said in a commanding tone that would have made anyone else bow to her will, but Dynamo himself was in clear shock at the sheer helplessness he felt at that moment. This entire Kira situation seemed so unreal, but here they were.
"If they could do anything they would've done so by now. So there no need to wo-"
Suddenly, Spark's voice was interrupted by a mare's voice from outside.
Looking outside the window into the direction the voice was coming from, they saw a gray Pegasus. Her mane was a frizzled mess, her mane being a bright purple color with dark blue segments of hair at the ends. However, this was somewhat concealed by the magician's hat she wore over her head. It did nothing to make her look any more menacing than she was trying to make herself out to be. Her eyes shone a bright red, not unlike Nightmare Moonlit's own eyes. Her tail was held together with three rubber bands, keeping it in a semi-organized knot. Her voice was a mixture of intelligence and authority, despite being said into a megaphone.
"My name is Dahlia Moonlit. I am the founder and head of authority of the COK. We know that you are inside of the building. The police would not be here otherwise. Step outside. Make this easy on the both of us." She spoke mostly in short sentences, and it was clear this mare meant business.
The words of Dahlia struck icy cold fear into the hearts of the three ponies inside. Each of their eyes shot open as they began to connect the dots.
"....'COK'...Cult Of Kira..." Spark muttered in a broken voice that was unlike how she presented herself just moments earlier, complete and utter despair seeming to take over her body. It felt as if a large dumbbell had just been added onto all the weight that she was already trying to balance on her chest. It felt as if all the hope she possibly had in her mind for this situation had just fluttered right out of the window.
"Then...it was them?" Dynamo asked, slightly more composed in the situation then the other two. He shook his head in disbelief. Albeit being somewhat more calm than the others, he was also still just as scared, the feeling of the reality of the situation still swam around in he sea of thoughts he had in his head.
"Does that mean they have notebooks too? My lord...we're going to die." Dynamo finished, his head still shaking.
"No, no. If they did Colonel Blues would be dead right now. I'm sure no one missed the broadcast that showed her face. They should know not only her name, but her face as well. She, in theory should be dead right now."
"So she's safe but what about us? We aren't out of the woods yet." Dynamo rebutted, snickering at the joke he unintentionally made, earning him yet another hoof, but this one hitting him right in the jaw.
"This is NOT a time for jokes Dynamo! Jeez." Aryan said squinting her eyes at him in disapproval.
"If no answer is given we will use force. Don't forget. We have God himself on our side." Dahlia announced in a more agitated tone, her eyes darting for any movement of the curtains inside of the house.
"In that case..." She started before putting down the megaphone and looking at the tall, somewhat muscular earth pony to her right. He also bore a hood and a candle, which he put down as if on cue. "Sergeant Tulane, break down the door."
"Yes ma'am." He answered obediently and charge the front door before swiftly turning around and bucking the front door with great force, the door shattering like a baseball had just gone through a glass window.
The occupants of the building looked outside of the bedroom door in horror as the nefarious group of cult ponies filed into the house in a style somewhat reminiscent of the military's single file.
Aryan felt the glances of all the ponies, as Dahlia, in all her glory, trotted up to the room, forcing to door fully open. She stepped inside, glancing at Spark.
"You look like Dark S-"
Then, everything went dark.