//------------------------------// // Disillusionment of an abandoned soul. // Story: The God of Anger // by The Toaster //------------------------------// He walked with heavy steps, even drawing the attention of two guards who passed by his side with their bright white armor, Thorax was always a friendly and cheerful commander even in the most difficult times, seeing him stressed at this level was very strange even for the who didn't know him well. The discoveries he had made while in Vader's office had completely overwhelmed him, so many secrets kept from him, why had his master never even hesitated to leave him in the dark? He had plans that went far beyond what he imagined, some completely horrifying him and others making him question his master's sanity. He had plans to manage the territories after conquering the Crystal Empire, and now he understood why populations that weren't slaughtered in combat by angry soldiers were suddenly disappearing, they were being purged. Vader was driving them out of the cities and sending them like waves of refugees to the territories still controlled by Equestria, he wanted to make room for the Humans to take the homes for themselves. The plan was not just to seize the land for Humanity but also to use the refugees to delay the Royal Guard's advances, while slowing down the supply caravans. Overpopulating cities and towns and causing absurd problems for law enforcement and logistical forces to maintain themselves. It was cold, calculating and very cruel, but it worked. And with a yell he slammed his fist into the wall beside him, drawing the attention of a few soldiers behind him, who were marching towards him. Thorax just punched and punched the wall more, no longer caring about the consequences, pouring out all the frustration that had piled up with the discoveries, with all the doubts that accumulated in his mind. The soldiers who had stopped at Thorax's outburst, watching him crack and break his fists on the wall more and more as his hatred grew more and more, looked at each other and nodded. Slowly so as not to attract attention they walked backwards, then turned in the direction they previously came and increased their steps. The Scales in Thorax's hands were smeared with green blood, bleeding from the cuts that were made on his skin and yet, even with all that pain and burning he continued, screaming more and more with more and more furious. Questions and questions went through his head just piercing his skull like a unicorn's magic ray. Everything Thorax had done so far wasn't enough?? all the suffering, all the pain he caused, so much death, didn't mean anything to HIM?? He shifted his gaze to her bloodied fist, and looked away in shame. How he changed.... So many lives suffering indirectly from the actions of his own master, so much pain and blood being spilled and he worried about such trivial motives. But he couldn't contain these emotions, he believed that even his if his master was rigid, he truly belived his master cared about him, it seems he was wrong. Sighing, he would go back to walking through the huge corridors, leaving the headquarters and heading towards the exit, ignoring the surprised and suspicious looks of the people around him, he needed to wash his hands to avoid an infection. He snickered, dying to an infection after doing so much and conquering nothing.... It would be ironic, but what could he lose now? No one would miss him. He let out another breath, his hand directing his head, squeezing with a fervor that made his entire head shake as he gritted his teeth. No one would miss him. Pharynx.... Spike...... Ember.... Where were they when his world fell apart...? His own brother turned his back on him when they took him off the throne, calling him 'weak' and 'leading them to stagnation'. Spike did nothing when he needed help, he still remembered like it was yesterday. Thorax rushed in, slamming the door hard and startling the occupants inside. "I need to talk to Spike! NOW!" he exclaimed below The guards gaped at each other, then quickly closed their faces and approached him. "Sir changeling, You can only enter with permission, do you have an appointment?" One of the guards would ask as they both stopped in front of him. "Appointment...?! No! I-" He couldn't continue as the guard cut him off in mid-speech. "Then I'm sorry but we can't help you." He says dismissively with a neutral expression. "I know Spike! Princess' assistant! Please, I just want to talk to him!" He would say begging with an expression of desperation and shaking hands with the other showing even more desperation. The guards looked at each other not knowing what to do, but before one of them could say anything another voice entered the conversation. "What is going on here?" A Soft male voice came from upstairs. The guards looked to where the voice came from. "Just a delusional changeling, we're already going to take him away sir." The guard said while grabbing the shoulder of Thorax, making him yelp. "No! No need... Come in Thorax!" Spike revealed himself hurrying down the stairs. The Changeling would smile as he hurried past the guards while they just rolled their eyes. "Spike! Spike my friend is so good to see you!" Thorax would yell as he gave Spike a bear hug, who would yeep in shock but laugh back. "Is good to see you too Thorax! It's been so long since I saw you!" The teenage dragon would say as it was placed on the ground. The Changeling would keep his smile, but with a sadder expression. "I know Spike... Look... I need to talk to you...." Spike's smile faded Of course he couldn't help looking back he could see what a fool he was, seriously, what could that stupid dinosaur have done??? Friendship to the Changelings again?? He let out a sudden laugh to himself as he leaned against a tree, he was already far from the city, in the middle of the forest and away from everyone, where he could reconnect his senses and feelings. Still, the more he thought, the more he questioned himself. How foolish was he when he was younger? When he took the throne he thought that the way to peace and reconciliation was the way forward, that friendship could be something shared with everything and everyone and with authority it would be easier. How silly he was, 'treat others the way you want to be treated', he always thought that was the right way, and the reward was half the hive to turn against him, and kill themselves simply for disagreeing with him. Slowly he fell to his knees, laughing and laughing maniacally, everything he went through, everything he suffered, so much betrayal, it was funny, it was hilarious. Fate was laughing in his face, it made him suffer with every step he took and every thing he wanted he had to bleed to conquer it, and always alone. "Yet.... You always prevailed...." He widened his eyes and frankly looked around. "W-who is there?? Show yourself!" He would say trying to keep his tone aggressive and failing. "Do you really think you're making a difference? That all your struggles will change something?" The voice continued, while Thorax still looked around the trees without being able to identify her direction. "No.... In the end, Vader wins." he says in a mocking tone, his voice echoing around his surroundings, leaking echo. "Whatever you want...you won't get with me!" Thorax would scream at the darkness that surrounded him, which approached, he tried to move away but saw him approaching. "My friend, I already have it." He said laughing, Thorax popped his eyes. "D-D-Discord....?" Changeling says with his mouth trembling. Suddenly, the shadows retreated, all passing around him and going in a single direction, all converging in a single location, and suddenly coming together completely, spinning into a mini-tornado and immediately dissipating, revealing the grotesque, chaotic creature. "Thorax, has been a while..." He says with a huge smile. "W-what are you d-doing here???" Thorax spoke in complete shock as he tried to pull away, only to find the Chaos Lord entwined around him laughing as he placed his hands on his shoulders. "What am I doing here?! Can't i see a long time friend??" He would laugh as he pulled Thorax close. "After all, I came to bring you a present…" He ended with a smile that looked like it would cut his own face in half. "A...Gift....?" He slowly looked up to face the smiling Discord. "Yes my dear, a gift." He spoke now in a soft tone as he extended his open palm in front of Thorax, who began to pulse and radiate. "The gift of power to match your master, and knowledge of his deepest secrets and biggest regrets." He spoke in a seductive tone as he stroked Thorax's left shoulder. "You only have to promise fealty to me and accept my... Gifts....~" He said as Thorax looked thirstily at the lord's open palm, everything he ever wished for...? Vader never offered the same to him. "Whats do you think bug boy?~"