Celestia floats in the air, her wings flap synchronistically to her heart beat. Her sweat covers her body, muscles scream in pain, begging to be laid to rest. Heavily breathing, coughing up blood, she looks toward Discord, who was low on the ground, her eyes burning in rage to rival the sun. Her horn glows, she sends a bolt of pure golden energy toward Discord. As the bolt neared Discord, it stopped midway as if oblivion itself intervened. It turned into a brilliant pink cloud. It stood afloat in the air, not one minute has passed, and it continues to sit there. When boredom was about to get the better on both of them, the cloud burst into a cold purple block of fire, to only imploded later into flying tangerine colored eels. They flew to Celestia encasing her limbs, neck and chest. They clench their bodies over Celestia’s wings, with a deafening cracking of bones, she fell screaming in bloody agony straight to the ground. Thud! The ground was littered with the body of the white alicorn. The eels were gone as if they were never there to begin with, though, the bloody marks that cover her and snapped wings told otherwise. Discord walked up to Celestia, giving a wicked smile, his eyes filled with torment form ages long since. He looks at her and spoke in a sadistic mocking manner.
“Oh Celestia! My poor Celestia! Once a ruler of a great kingdom and patron of the sun itself! Now look at you! Lying on the ground in a bloody mess, hopeless to stop my advances.”
Celestia slightly raises her head of the ground with blood filled tears. “Screw you.”
“It’s time to go to sleep, dear.”
Discord lifts one of his hooves and gently places it over her neck, gently increasing pressure. He was savoring the agony he brought to her. She squirmed as much as her injured body allowed her to, she begged, no, pleaded for him to stop. When he had enough of her whining, he delivered the final blow. When the pressure on Celestia’s neck was too much to bear, it resonated with a sickly popping sound. Discord looks toward me with those same tormented eyes.
“Now it’s your turn.”
How DARE he spoil my TEA PARTY! This calls for plan kick discord’s cookies back into oblivion. My face was as red and hot as a flame atronach. There was nothing on body and in my mind that did not convey my complete and utter hatred for him. I wanted to string him by the neck over an oak tree and flay him of all of his skin and meat off of his putrid bones. I walk over to my Wabbajack that was sticking head first half way in the ground. I picked it off the ground, holding it gently between by hands. The head of the staff has seen better days, but it still had its trio of heads that opened tall and wide with empty eyes, of course nothing was there to begin with. It was colored red, deep crimson red, this was not its usual color, but this staff happens to be really good at bashing in the skulls of stupid mortals or pissed off deities, like Discord. I faced Discord who was eager for a fight.
“COME ON! I have pony lives to make miserable. Fight me already!” shouted Discord
He wants to fight so badly? So be it! The staff shook as I began to charge it, it glowed red in the process, as it was about to erupted with the furry of my mind. I released the bottled energy and sent it straight toward his ugly face. There was no silly dances, insane jabbering or carrot dueling. I wanted him dead, no ifs, ands or buts. Dead. Now. So help me, if I fail, I will turn his world asunder. As the bolt of madness was reaching its destination, I felt the energy of this world surround the bolt, propelling it at an ever increasing rate, as if the world itself was telling Discord that he was no longer welcomed here. Simultaneously, I could also feel the forces of chaos, Discord’s chaos, working against the bolt, slowing it down and trying to break it down into a simpler system, so he can manipulate it and turn it against me like he did with Celestia. This was of no consequence to me, for I was bolstering the bolt with my own insane energy, counteracting his chaos. With the bolt supported by the world and my own madness, it struck dead center.
He stands unmoving, not a flinch was seen. His wicked eyes continuously stared into mine, silently judging every aspect of my inner spirit. Now it was his turn. He now stood hunched, arms wide and legs apart, bearing his sharp uneven teeth. He was a tiger, ready to pounce on his more than aware prey. With the use of his wings he jumps into the air, landing in front of me. Without a moment’s thought, he lifted his right paw, revealing his claws, and sent it crashing down. Luckily, I was able to use the Wabbajack to stop his attack from putting a scratch on my clothes. Unfortunately, Discord used his left talons to put a rather nasty deep bloody gash up my right forearm to my shoulder and a crossed my upper chest. I winced at the slash, my body was crying out in pain, but I showed no weakness, I stood resolute. He jumped back to a safe distance, taking in pride of his handy work. My arm and chest bled, as bad as it may seem, no mortal wound, no matter how severe will never kill a daedra.
I dropped the staff and ripped off my damaged sleeve, not giving a care in the world. I twirled and twisted my good arm. I pulled from the realms of oblivion, a sword, it was adorned with blood red trimming, its slightly curved hilt and pommel was black, it’s serrated edge threaten to cut those who oppose it in half. With this edge curving to a point at the tip and its back side was as black and blunt as an ebony mace. Lowered to my side, held by a firm hand, the blade was ready to spill blood. I took to the sky, landing behind Discord. I thrust my sword at him. He twisted his body around my sword. He swirled his head around, backside meeting front face, lunging his head toward my left shoulder. His teeth dug in, violently rocking back and forth, breaking bone in this action. I did not care. I withdrew my sword from the folds of his entangled body. Plunging it into Discord’s neck, forcing him to release his grip on my shoulder and scream in agony.
“How dare you harm a god of chaos! I will make you suffer!”
Oh! I’m sorry. Did I poked a hole in the over gown mutant’s neck? I could care less for this abomination. With a wave of his hand, he brought forth a spear and sent it flying toward my heart. I summoned the Wabbajack to my side in hope of stopping the spear. The spear went through the openings of the staff and impaled me in the chest. Discord leaped forward, grabbing hold of the handle of the spear and lifted it along with me. I screamed as the head tore deeper into me, slowly sliding down the spear, slicing bone, past my heart, then finding itself past the other side of my body. Slamming the spear down, burying the head in the ground. My head recoiled, producing a dull thud. With my skill cracked, and mind dazed, he took the sword out of his neck and threw it out of arm’s reach. With the spear still held firmly within his grasp, he twisted and turned the spear, to his sick amusement, causing me as much grief as his demented mind allowed.
I can’t continue. He is too much for me to handle. He is feeding off of my madness and the chaos that I am generating. Can a daedra die? No. I don’t think so. This is certainly no walk in a zombie infested playground. What is this emotion? Despair. I hate it. I hate it as much as broccoli.
“I can feel it. Your despair, it pleases me. If only I could prolong that suffering, but as with all plays, it must come to a come to a close. Good bye, you filthy daedra.”
Discord pleased with my state, released the spear as my world turned black. “Ahh… what a sublime way of ending things. With that daedra and Celestia out of the way, there is nopony to stop me and get in between me and my play things, that is the ponies. But what of Celestia’s sister, Luna? Ah. I could turn her into Nightmare Moon. No. That is overused. I know! ” with a devilish grin, he poofed into a cloud of butterflies.
I know daedra can’t die. But is this what it’s like to be dead? It feels very calm, and orderly. I feel like I know every detail of the world and every action, whether god, mortal, or daedra. The future is of no mystery to me, for I already know. Certainty and predestination, presides all. I can hear the ponies crying out in pain, wanting their misery to end. My body phases out of existence.
In a loud booming voice. “Here me! My body torn asunder, mind made anew and with that a new body. I have heard your pleading cries, fear not. Order will be restored. For not, I am Jyggalag, Daedroth of Logical Order and Deduction, and Daedric Prince of Order.”