He would wait for His coming for as long as it took. Be it rain, sleet, snow or even a dragon attack the single man would stand upon the hill overlooking his town, awaiting the coming of the Lord. Before what the Army called the Surges he had been a man of little faith, loosely interpreting his holy book just so he might have a bit of leverage getting into Heaven. But then they came, the waves of energy that destroyed mankind's power and hold over the earth. The lonely man had found a certain part of his book that guided him through dark times.
Revelations, the book of the apocalypse, it was all he believed in and all he lived for. It was all he needed. But he did not wait day after day for the Lord God, nay, the Lord had forsaken them in their time of need. The Shepherd had thrown his sheep to the wolves that stalked the skies and prowled the forests. Nay, he had forsaken God, for God had forsaken them. The man waited for the Destroyer, Leviathan. The great beast of many shapes and forms that would be their own savior and the damner of all those who opposed them. The great serpent Devil who would free them from the tyranny of those they despised.
And so he would wait, standing upon the windswept hill overlooking his own flock of foolish sheep. He would be rewarded, they would suffer for their lack of faith. Occasionally he would be visited by some of the townswomen who would bring him food or fresh clothing. They felt pity for him, so he would show them mercy when the Father of Evil came to free their souls.
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Existence was starting to get boring. The same routine every day. Find some humans, scramble their brains like an egg, feed, repeat. So horribly boring. Worse yet, it was almost....orderly. Discord shivered at the word, the very thought of keeping a routine went against everything he embodied. It was his near infinite joy when he discovered that he was being pursued by the two alicorns, so much potential for fun with every step! He let them dog his trail, twisting and turning and laying false sign to show where he hadn't been.
Oh how it delightfully frustrated those two insufferably harmonious creatures! But it seemed like he laid on the cleverness a little too thick, and they actually managed to lose his trail somewhere in the Bahamas. It had been such a nice day, sipping a pina colada on the beach, enjoying the last flickering lights of a burning human village while munching on the pool boy's soul. They just showed up with no warning and tried to cast their painfully harmonious magic against him.
How rude of them! They almost got him too, that is, if he hadn't learned that he could teleport they would have gotten him. Obviously not a pair to underestimate, and how dare they try to spoil his fun! Well, not so much fun anymore so much as tedium. Discord needed a change of venue, something to liven up his little quest for delicious chaos. He tried spicing it up a little, literally. Unfortunately human souls don't take lemon pepper very well, and which one of those apes even thought of making something as gross as mint jalapeno jelly, yuck!
So now Discord drifted effortlessly over the hills and woods, come to think of it, this place looked kind of familiar. He could feel his own taint here, he had definitely been here, or around here before. Spying a castle, strangely enough, jostled his memory.
"Just those insufferable ponies. I'll come back for you later my little snacklings." He drifted north, the miles vanishing beneath his feet. Going farther and farther from the pony territory had his taint feeling stronger, swooping low would reveal the occasional human, already fed on though. With his own sick pride he could pick out individuals, remembering each and every single one with crystalline clarity.
Maybe physically killing them was the change he needed. Yeah, that must be it. A order of madness with a side of murder, just the kind of spice he needed. Or so he thought.
Drifting over unknown miles to another town he spied a solitary human sitting on an open hill. Odd, he did not remember this one. But here it stood out in the open like one of the maddened ones. Out of curiosity he drifted closer. He was confused when the human began to speak.
"Oh Lord! You have come for us upon this our day of Judgement! I am your humble servant mighty Leviathan!" the human dropped to his knees and prostrated himself.
Leviathan? Discord looked around for some kind of terrible, two hundred foot tall dragon whose territory he must have invaded. There was only him and the human.
"Are you talking to me?" the draconequus directed to the human. It was odd, though he had killed literally thousands of them, this was the first time actually speaking to a human.
He raised his head from the mud. "Yes mighty Lord Leviathan. I have assembled the masses to do your bidding Mighty One."
This was downright topsy-turvy. Every single time before when a human spotted him they screamed and ran right before he sucked out their souls. Discord felt so confused. Should he kill the human or what?
"Why do you grovel, you pitiful wretch?"
"Respect, oh mighty Leviathan! I have seen this day in my dreams, you descending from upon high to liberate our souls from this world and smite our enemies."
Well, Discord's work was done before he even got here. This creature was an utter lunatic. But that was what he liked, lunatics. This had never happened before, nothing had ever respected him. More along the lines of feared and hated him to the extreme limits, but never actual respect and even reverence. A mad smile crept across Discord's face.
"Well then my acolyte, bring forth the masses so that I may anoint them." He had enjoyed his single pet human, what delightful chaos could come from owning dozens? The human man turned back to his town, running down the hill as he shouted.
"We are saved, the Lord has come to us!"
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They thought he was crazy, but Ed Stewarts was right about something for once in his miserable career as a religious psycho. Leviathan had come! His attention to Revelations had not been some symptom of madness. He still had some doubt, the draconic, serpentine creature wasn't quite as big as the Destroyer he had imagined. But these miserable wretches that once looked to him with pity would see him now as the harbinger of the liberator of their souls.
He screamed his message of religious fervor up and down main street of the fortified town, a few heads poking out of doors and windows to see what insanity Ed Stewarts was up to this time.
"OUR SAVIOR HAS COME! REJOICE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS!"
"God damn it Ed, we all let you go on about this bullshit, but there is no God and more importantly there is no Devil! Just the normal shit like dragons and flying horses." said a man who had come out to once again put a stop to this.
"Look upon the hill brother! See our Lord in the flesh!" Ed pointed his emaciated hand back to the hilltop. Unfortunately, Discord had grown impatient and left. "He was there, right there."
Many of the people that had gathered now muttered under their breath about how someone should take the poor fool out back with a shotgun and put out of his misery, Old Yeller style. "Ed, you've been spending too much time out there. We think you might be a little crazy."
A pawed hand grabbed the denouncer by the back of the shirt, effortlessly lifting him from the ground. "And what's wrong with a little madness?" The monster chuckled at the human who struggled and screamed.
"Demon monster! Kill it before it kills us!" he screamed.
"On the contrary, you are the demon little man." With a single touch to the head the man stopped struggling, a wave of gray passing down his body until he looked like some kind of shadowy doppelganger of himself. Discord set him down with no gentle move.
"All glory to the Lord Discord. I will serve until death and beyond." said the new convert.
"That's more like it, now my new apostle, spread my word!" Discord began to spread his evil touch, every human touched turned the shade of grey and turned on their brethren. He did not ingest their souls, that would make them as useless as those mongrel humans he had driven mad and killed as an afterthought.
No, they would keep their minds, they would serve him as weapons of chaos. Tools of his vengeance and the utter downfall of his dreaded enemies, the pony kingdoms. Discord laughed as the new members of his little following gathered up more of their own brothers and sisters to become his slaves of the mind.