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// Many Dark Aeons 
// Story: The Worst Equestrian Necromancer 
// by Nobodyslament 
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Celestia was using Ragar's orb communicator to watch Delie as she ran through Ponyville, playing with foals as her aunt who appeared a few years ago watched. Celestia looked at the games with a smile, turning to look at the skull above her mantle. it had been there sine Luna's return. The very skull Ragar had gifted to her sister on that very night. She smiled as she trotted up to it. "Well Ragar, I will admit you have proven to be an excellent father. Though I'm afraid you did oversell your daughter's pizza making skills." Her smile widened as she picked up the skull. "You know. Luna had wanted to hide your skull away. Apparently she thought having the skull of one of my oldest friend would be traumatizing. But, I believe you would probably enjoy having your skull as a decoration. I have even placed it above my bed in order to make me seem like some sort of evil empress. You would find that amusing I think."

Celestia looked over Canterlot, seeing the small collection of skeletal birds flying around the skyline. A parting gift from Ragar. Celestia giggled. "What was that book you sent me. About the fish-creatures and the giant squid thing. That is not dead which does eternal die? I feel like that may have been a hint. I think if figured it out, and when I see you again, I will demand to know whatever the code was to get to visit your lair. I still never figured it out."

Celestia felt her ears flattened as she heard a cackle echo through her room. While she no longer lived in Canterlot Castle there were bad days where she could hear his laugh as if his orb was just in the other room. It slowly got louder as Celestia closed her eyes. She felt her magic drop as the cackle grew louder and louder. She heard the taps of chitin on tile, until finally the noise stopped. Celestia slowly opened her eyes, a pair of red glowing orbs staring back. "Why Celestia, you simply never asked Ragar his address. You asked to come to help, but never just for a vist. After all, Ragar only ever said he would never visit you, not the other way around."


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Black Sun sat at the top Innsmare chapel as he looked over the blueprints of Ragars final amusement park. Black Sun's Zenith. A park focused on horror and frights. He couldn't tell if he was offended of complimented. He didn't turn to the foreman as he walked into the office. "Good timing chief. Look, I think the tunnel of a thousand horrors should exit at the Arcade Of The Yellow King. He asked to have at least one challenger every weekday and I think that would cover it. Of course, we would need to add a few more arcade cabinets but dad left a few spares and the proper spell to duplicate fully functional ones so just leave at least one spare of each. Also let Tooth go try to beat him again. He seemed to like that." 

There was silence for a moment before a small click was hear behind him. "Actually, Ragar thinks that the Arcade of the Yellow King should be walked through to get to the exit. Then let the tunnel offload over the cliffs of sudden but brief madness."

Black Sun froze, before jumping backwards. "YOU ABSOLOUTE BASTARD!" Laughing filled the tower as father and son reconvened for the first time in years.


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Trixie was not the magical powerhouse Black Sun was. She would never launch the near nuclear power he had. But as she packed up her cart she took a moment to reflect on how much better she was at spells of devious and subtle natures. Black Sun could burn a city to ash and fight dragons. But a simple cloaking spell would be obvious with his power level if anyone with a minor ability to sense magic would now he was nearby. Meanwhile he old master was different. He could weave a million subtle spells you could never see unless you were intimately familiar with his exact style of spell casting. Trixie was so familiar with his spells that they didn't last a second before she turned around in a full gallop and jumped to chest level. "YOU BUCKING MORON!" He hooves wrapped around the rapidly appearing skeleton and hugged him tight.

"NYEHAHAHAHAHA Ragar didn't think you'd miss your senile old master this much!"

Trixie shuddered "Of course I did you absolute nonce!" Her hug quickly changed to a strangle. "AND I'M GOING TO KILL YOU AGAIN FOR LEAVING WITHOUT A WARNING YOU BUCKING LICH!"

Ragar laughed. "AH, you're choking the life out of me!" There was a pregnant pause before Ragar spoke again. "Wait, I don't need to breath. Keep going if it makes you feel better."


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One of the last humans on Equestria was sitting on a hill. She was thinking about what had happened since she came back. Apparently her dad had done something to bring her back and he was gone now. But he had to leave afterwards. But he had done another thing to save his aunts and uncles. So they've been helping take care of her. She also had a brother who was a pony. Which was weird but she was used to that weirdness now. Ever since they got lost she had made lots of new friends that were weird. She leaned back and stared at the clouds. "I hope dad gets home soon."

There was a pause before a voice spoke beside her. One both quiet and hesitant. "H-how soon do you want to see him?"

The girl looked beside her, and saw the skeleton sitting down at her side. She may not have been a teenager yet, but she had seen the skeletons around Canterlot or her brother. She tilted her head. "I dunno, as soon as I can I guess."

The skeleton spread it's arms open. "Well then munchkin. Daddy's home. I know I may not look quiet the same as when you last saw me. I lost a bit of weight, oh and I switched to a new moisturizer. But it's your old man. Promise."

Delie looked the skeleton up and down. The voice was right, and he looked kinda like her dad. He definitely stood like him. There was a pause before Delie smiled. "Daddy!" She went from prone to buried in Ragar's chest in near supersonic speed." Ragar let out a loud yell, twirling his daughter around him as a surge of magic flew into the air. All of Equestria could see a final message from the skeleton that had held many titles. He was the poorest secret in canterlot, the maker of magic and fear, the mastermind of amusement, the father of game shows, and the most proud title he held lit up the noon time sky. 


THE WORST EQUESTRIAN NECROMANCER HAS RETURNED