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// King Sombra, Resurrected. Mrs. Cake. Slap, Slap, Kiss. 
// Story: Super Gypsy Lord Admiral Nyronous Shachza Shouldn't Write Shipfics, Volume II 
// by Lord Legion 
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CHAPTER 4
"Rise, master, rise." The circle of cultists chanted in unison.

Inside the center of the circle safely constrained by ancient runes and cabalistic symbols, the small shattered fragments of King Sombra's horn started twitching and glowing, responding to the Pony Latin chants.

The cultists started chanting louder, encouraged by the thin tendrils of magic slowly twining from them into the horn. The lines thickened, thickened, and then, suddenly and without warning, a beam of light shot out of everypony's chest, feeding into the center of the summoning circle.

Now the cultists tried to back off, now they realized the folly of their ways, but it was too late. What that had started to summon could not be unsummoned.

They all collapsed into a pile, unable to stop their fate. Even that did not end the merciless flow of magic, and as King Sombra finally coalesced into pony form and rose, he was surrounded by a ring of desiccated pony skeletons, each covered with a cultist's robe.

"Crystalssssssssss," he hissed, boldly stepping out of the summoning circle.

A Few Days Later


Sombra sat hunched over the table at Sugarcube Corner. He was the only pony there.

He'd been feeling a lot better lately. He'd found enough crystals to keep him going for quite some time, and he was feeling mostly alive.

"Are you done with that coffee?" Mrs. Cake reached in and tried to take it, and King SOmbra slapped her.

"Ooh, aren't you a feisty one?" Mrs. Cake tittered, leaning a bit clower to him.

Sombra finished his coffee and slapped here agin.

Without further prompting, Mrs. Cake leaned down and pressed her lips against his.

"We love a stallion who knows how to play rough," she whispered huskily into his ear. "Want to come downstairs with me and Mr. Cake?"