“Creon,” said Discord casually.
“Pardon?” asked Luna, confused by his statement.
Discord shifted in his chair, feeling unusually comfortable.
Probably because I am used to sitting on rocks, he thought.
“I want him to be called Creon.”
Luna gave Discord a confused look and Discord sighed.
“I want my ‘foal’ to be called Creon,” he elaborated.
“Oh, right.”
Luna rubbed the back of her head with her hoof, embarrassed.
“So how will this work anyway?” asked Discord, “Do you just magic some monstrosity into being and I keep it? Like Cake except I’ll care for this one.”
Cake whimpered and Discord chuckled.
“Not exactly,” replied Luna, “It will be a lot like Fluttershy’s situation.”
“I don’t like where this is going.”
Discord readjusted himself nervously.
“Don’t worry,” Luna explained, “we won’t be bringing anyone else into it. Celestia and I will help create a being instead of using another living creature.”
Discord relaxed.
“So where do we start?”
Luna smiled and nudged her sister with a hoof. Celestia grumbled and turned to face Discord, her face still more pink than usual.
“First we will need something to make the creature from, something alive and preferably magic infused.”
Discord shrugged before reaching behind his back and grabbed ahold of his dragon-like wing.
“What are you doing-” started Titian, before a loud snap interrupted her.
Discord winced and held out his severed wing, black ooze dripping from its base. The others all looked at the sight with horror, and Titian passed out.
“What in Tartarus are you doing?!” yelled Celestia, jumping to her hooves.
“You needed a living specimen,” he replied nonchalantly, “I didn’t want anyone else involved, and my wing has more than enough magic in it to keep itself alive.”
“I mean why would you tear it off in front of everyone?!”
Discord laughed.
“It caused some chaos, did it not?”
Celestia was lost for words. Luna had moved over to Titian and attempted to wake her. When she could not, she moved the changeling into a more comfortable position and sat back down.
“Regardless,” she said, returning to her chair, “that was overkill, even for you, Discord.”
The spirit shrugged and turned his back to the two princesses.
“It’s growing back already, see?” he said, pointing to the shifting stub on his back.
He returned to a normal seated position.
“What do you need the wing for?”
“Give it to me and I’ll set everything up.”
Luna used her magic to bring the wing closer to herself. She examined it quickly before using a spell to seal the wound.
“Why is your blood black?” asked Celestia.
Discord shrugged again.
“I don’t really know,” he said, “I think it has something to do with the Onyx Ward Crystals. Their ability to change states and the fact that I broke through them might have something to do with it.”
He created a tiny ring with the residual blood and analyzed it.
“Ever since I was freed I notice something odd about my body. Like a foreign object was inside it. Then, while trying to shapeshift, I found certain parts of my body couldn’t. I practiced moving the blood to different parts of my body, and found that wherever the blood is, that area was void of magic.”
He crushed the ring into mist and it disappeared into the air.
“Over time I became immune to its effects, to a certain degree. But I found that the rings I could make were highly effective when I encountered wild beasts that were very adept at using magic. Like you for instance, Celestia.”
Celestia grit her teeth but didn’t respond.
“I’ve grown tired of it though, so my new underling can have its power.”
Luna had been working busily while Discord was talking, having placed the wing on the table. A few other items were placed around it. There were a few stalks of Night’s Hoof, a small black-purple flower, the skull of a unicorn (horn included), a small pouch of crystals, and a large heart.
Judging by the size, I’d say that is a dragon or a manticore, thought Discord, and that looks quite fresh.
He almost shuddered, but he kept himself from doing so.
“You and Celestia will use your magic to combine these ingredients,” Luna explained, “the end result should begin to form on its own after that.”
“Does the ingredients list have to be so macabre?” asked Celestia.
“Yes,” replied Luna flatly, “the Night’s Hoof, while often used as a poison, can also be made into various poultices that help wounds mend together. This will help the being form. The skull is there as a base for the being to grow around. The crystals will help trap some of the magic from the both of you, allowing it to be drawn on when needed. The heart is obvious. And Discord’s wing will provide the first sparks of magic and will make the resulting creature a direct descendant from Discord.”
I’m sure if I throw a few of Celestia’s hairs in there it won’t break it too much, the spirit said to himself, and slipped some in.
“Ready?” asked Luna.
Discord and Celestia nodded.
“Start by sending magical energy into the crystals. When you’ve given them enough, hold all the ingredients together with magic. Make sure you both do it at the same time, or the results could be catastrophic.”
The two followed Luna’s instructions, and they began pouring energy into the crystals.
Without stopping the flow of magic, the Celestia looked at Discord, who smiled back devilishly. She shook her head and the duo simultaneously stopped their flows of magic and began holding the ingredients together in a tight sphere of energy. Discord made sure that strands from Celestia’s mane were held with the others.
After a few minutes of this, Discord felt himself tiring, and the look on Celestia’s face told him the same. Not wanting to seem weak, he pushed himself, pouring a large wave of magic directly into the sphere. The sphere of magical energy exploded suddenly, causing a blinding light to fill the room. Yells of surprise and pain came from the three closest to the sphere, and Discord was sure Cake had done the same.
Discord had fallen back when the wave hit, his chair now lying on the ground. The light that had filled the room had faded, and Discord laughed in triumph when he saw the creature that stood on the table.
There, where the sphere of magic had once been, was a dark grey stallion with a short mane. His mane was pitch black, but one pure white patch came down just above each eye. His eyes were blood red, and they surveyed the room disinterestedly. While he could be called an alicorn, that wouldn’t be quite correct. His horn was an average length, but far sharper than that of a normal unicorn. His wings were identical to the one Discord removed from himself, but they, unlike Discord’s, were a normal size compared to the rest of his body. His tail looked razor sharp, like two scythes attached t the end of his body. The 'blades' of his tail matched his mane; the larger one a perfect black, and the other pure white. The light shined from the ponies tail, and Discord was certain that it was an actual blade. To finish the bizarre painting that had been created before them, the stallion wore a short cape that came down to his flank. This wouldn’t have been too unusual for most, but this cape was the same shade as his coat, and upon closer inspection, Discord realized that the cape was in fact a part of his body.
Celestia and Luna both rubbed their eyes with a hoof, trying to ensure that what they were seeing was real. They too had fallen down when the sphere had exploded, and they pulled themselves to their hooves shakily. Cake had been thrown into a wall on the other side of the room, and aside from a ruffled mane, Titian was still unconscious.
The stallion standing on the table looked at the two princesses and Discord for a moment before collapsing.
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Wake up. They are waiting for you, Creon. Come on. You’ll make us look bad.
The voice echoed around the stallions head as he got to his hooves. He shook his head and looked around at the black space surrounding him.
“Who said that?” he asked, looking for someone else in the area.
Why, I did.
The reply continued to echo throughout the void.
“Who are you?”
I am you, the voice replied, or at least, in a sense. I am you, but not you.
The lone pony scratched his head with a hoof.
“So,” he began, trying to find the right question to ask, “who am I?”
The disembodied voice laughed loudly, causing a shiver to run down the grey stallion’s spine.
That is a good question, said the voice, I can answer that at least. You are Creon, the creation of Discord and Celesita.
“Who are they?” asked Creon, piecing together the information he had been given.
Well, said the voice, Discord is the spirit of chaos. He is essentially your father, and he created you for the sole purpose of relieving his boredom.
“That is a lot to take in,” Creon said, “so where do we go from here?”
Hahaha, you do have good questions!
The voice paused for a moment, leaving Creon to hear nothing but silence.
All I can tell you for now is that you have to leave. I’ll talk to you soon.
Creon began to voice another question, but the blackness around him began to become lighter, and he was blinded by a sudden white light.