The Lost Library of the Royal Pony Sisters, [DATA PURGED ON ORDER OF THE INQUISITION]
Inquisitor Twilight Sparkle marched through the dark corridors of the long abandoned library, a squad of stormtroopers struggling to keep pace. Twilight ignored them. The prize she sought was far more important than some guardsponies comfort.
The prize was more important than anything.
Harsh screams sounded in the distance as her horn informed her that the deamonic inhabitants had come out to play.
She turned a corner and came face to face with a horrific warp beast. Without blinking, she smacked it with a her force staff, sundering its body and banishing its essence back to the warp.
The sharp crack of hot-shot lasguns, colloquially known as ‘hellguns’, firing behind her informed her that the guards had also encountered resistance.
Twilight ignored it, moving deeper into the library.
Bookcases surrounded her, filled with ancient knowledge. Twilight ignored that as well, her prize more important than the rest of the library combined.
A tug on her horn informed her of which fork to take at a crossroads, and she turned down it without stopping.
More warp beasts leapt at her from the shadows. This time, she pointed a storm bolter at them, held aloft in a telekinetic grip, unleashing several inferno rounds into their unholy bodies.
They fell, dead, before getting within a meter of her. A scream behind her indicated that at least one stormtrooper wasn't as lucky.
Twilight looked behind her just long enough to confirm that none of the warp beasts had snuck up on her, before trotting off at a brisk pace down the corridor.
Twice more they were ambushed by warp beasts, and twice more they were defeated. Twice more did ponies die to the hellish fiends.
Twilight hurried on, deeper into the library. She could feel the prize calling to her, beckoning her forwards. She had to reach it. The fate of the Galaxy was at stake.
Soon enough, she reached a large chamber lined with rows upon rows of bookcases, creating a faux tunnel towards the center, where an altar lay, the prize resting upon it.
And between Twilight and the prize was a draconequus, a greater deamon of Discord. It wore a reptilian head, perched upon an eagles body with the wings of a bat and a butterfly, along with limbs from a frog, an elephant, a bird and some sort of ungulate.
“Inquisitor Twilight Sparkle,” it said in a voice as smooth as rancid butter. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“You know who I am?” Twilight asked, warily approaching the deamon, storm bolter ready to fire at a moments notice.
“Of course I do. We all do. Discord has taken an interest in you,” it said. “Oh, but where are my manners. I am Tumult the Betrayer. My friends call me Tim.”
“Discord is interested in me?” Twilight asked, the forbidden name rolling a little too easily of her tongue. “What for?”
“Oh, now that will be telling,” Tumult said, wagging a finger. “And anyway, we have more pressing matters to attend to, don’t we, Inquisitor?”
“The prize.”
“Indeed. To claim it, you must simply defe—” A hail of storm bolter shells interrupted the deamon, his face disappearing behind a wall of fire as the inferno rounds exploded. He backed away, waving a limb to dispel the flames. “Very well, if thats the way you want to play it.”
The draconequus crouched down onto all fours, charging at Twilight. Immediately, what remained of the stormtrooper squad leapt forwards, hellguns blazing on full auto. Tumult barely slowed down as the lasers struck him.
He reached the group faster than his mismatched body should allow, turning one of the soldiers inside out with a flick of an aberrant limb. The stallion never had chance to scream.
Twilight sent her force staff spinning towards the daemon with a burst of psychic energy, smacking him in the face, staggering the draconequus. Tumult roared in pain, half of his face scared and blackened by attack.
Twilight grinned as her staff floated back to her side. "Aim for the head!" she ordered.
Without missing a step, the remaining stormtropers—of which only three remained of the ten stallion squad—opened fire, the over charged lasers stinking the daemon repeatedly in his ready wounded face.
Tumult staggered back once again, but recived his footing quickly. With a beat of his chaotic wings, he leapt up into the air, disappearing in to the darkness above.
A minute passed with nothing happening, Twilight and the stormtropers starring upwards, weapons raised in case he returned.
All of a sudden, there was a noise behind them. And they all spun around to see Tumult diving at them from their rear. He reached them before they could respond, tapping two of the stormtropers on their heads.
Moments later, and they opened fire upon each other, before slumping to the ground, dead.
The final stormtroper lost what little self disipline he had left and charged forwards, firing wildly. A few seconds later and he slumped to the ground, blood pooling from a hole in his chest.
"Just you and me now, Inquisitor," the daemon rumbled, a grin streaching its horrific face.
"Is that supposed to impress me?" Twilight asked, warily pacing around it.
"Maybe, maybe not. My father, however, wishes to extend you an offer."
"Not interested."
"You haven't even heard it yet." Tumult somehow managed to look insulted, clutching an appendage to his chest.
Twilight responded by throwing a psychic blast at the daemon, staggering it backwards once again. As it fell back, it stepped in the remains of one of the soldiers and sliped on the slick, gore splattered floor.
This was all the distraction Twilight needed to hurl her force staff towards, impaling the draconequus through the stomach.
"I'd die before I make deals with daemons. I won't betray the God-Princess," she said, approaching it.
Tumult laughed. "That's what Luna said. And we all know how that turned out."
Twilight responded by pulling her staff out and ramming it through his eye, silencing the daemon once and for all.
She watched impassively as the body dissolved before her eyes, only leaving a small pile of brightly coloured dust as any evidence that the daemon had existed at all.
She collected her staff and trotted to the center of the room, where a shaft of light was illuminating an altar.
Upon the altar was the prize. Two stone orbs, with old equish inscriptions upon them, and an unassuming old book, its title also in old equish.
Twilight stared at the book, a smile growing as she translated the anicent runes.
The Elements of Harmony: A Reference Guide.