“You’re sure this will work?” I was currently standing on top of a large mountain near the Crystal Empire.
Of course, simply enter your dragon form and concentrate on them.
“If you say so.” Once I had reached my sixty foot form I looked to the sky. Taking a deep breath I concentrated. Upon imagining several portals in the sky, to my surprise the portals then appeared in the real world. “Woah!”
Now just picture them coming through the portals and they shall be dragged here.
“Right.” Concentrating again I pictured a massive storm of dragons coming out of the portals, after a few seconds several dragons came from the portals, followed by more, and more, until there were at least a hundred, all looking around confused.
Now you just get them to follow.
“Greetings my brethren.” I shouted from the mountain peak, all of the dragons turned to look at me.
“Lord Bolas.” One of them said in surprise. After another second they all did their little bow.
“Rise.” They all stood back up. “I have summoned you to help me fulfill a task.”
“Where are we anyway?” Another asked.
“Just outside a place known the Crystal Empire, it is essentially a new pony settlement. Therefore my rule stands here.”
“Of course.”
“So what is this task?” A red dragon asked me looking a bit impatient.
“How many here know of the race that call themselves griffins?” I looked to the crowd, to my annoyance only maybe twenty raised their hands. “Excellent. For those of you that don’t, allow me to explain, the griffins are a disgusting race that are an ungodly combination of a lion and eagle. They are arrogant, moronic, freaks.”
“Skip to the point.” The red dragon ordered, he then gasped as I wrapped my tail around his throat.
“Do not order me.” I growled before releasing him. “As I was saying, these freaks of nature have wronged me, that is why you are going to help we wipe them from existence.”
“I don’t know sir.” One of them said, a blue dragon, looking nervous. “Dragon’s already don’t have the best of reputations, and I don’t think wiping out an entire race will help.”
“Fair enough. I have had my fair share of warriors attempting to slay me. However, when they are out of the way we will claim that land for ourselves.” I spread my wings. “Picture it, an entire country just for dragons. None would dare enter in some petty quest for honor. There you would be safe to raise your whelps, have a large hoard that can go untouched, it would be the migration volcano but for a home.” I smiled as at least ninety percent of the crowd began to nod.
“That sounds great.” That red dragon spoke again. “But how do we know it will work?”
“Simple.” I nodded. “One dragon is dangerous, two is unstoppable, and an entire storm would be something for every creature to fear.”
“I don’t trust it.” The dragon turned to fly away, he didn’t get far before I grabbed his leg with my tail and pulled him in.
“I don’t recall saying you could leave.” I grabbed his head and looked into his eyes. “Now you’re going to help with this apocalypse.” His eyes glowed with a green tint and he nodded.
“Yes Lord Bolas. I apologize for my ignorance.” He said.
“Good.” I released him and he flew back to the rest.
“One thing.” Another dragon raised his hand. “May we at least know how they wronged you? So we can understand what we’re fighting for.” The rest nodded.
“Very well.” I began to growl. “They attacked and destroyed my home. My hoard, cave, and almost everything I hold dear is gone. You can all understand my pain, and that is why I shall have vengeance. Now are you with me?” The dragons all roared in response. “Excellent! We shall scorch their world in dragon fire!” I then spread my wings and began to fly, the crowd followed.
“There’s a town a few miles east.” I pointed to its general direction. “I want five of you to destroy it. Like the rest, don’t leave a single griffin alive.” Five dragons then separated from the rest and flew east. This was going perfectly, I had sent groups of dragons to every griffin settlement, my army having orders to kill everything. The only place left was the capital city. “Those of you who are left get a rare honor, you shall be fighting beside me.”
“There it is.” I smiled as the city came into view. “They shall look to the sky and despair. Attack!” The six dragons following me roared and sped to the town.
So, are we paying our crowned friend a visit?
“Of course.” My smile grew as my dragons began their attack, watching as buildings were scorched, and fireballs were dropped into the streets. “Here I come kingy.”
“What is going on!?” The griffin king shouted as he looked out of his castle window, dragons were flying all over his beautiful city. Destroying everything in their wake, he also had reports claiming that all his other cities were suffering similar fates. The ground shook as another building exploded in a cloud of fire.
“Sir, we must get you to the safe house.” One of his armored guards said. Just as they prepared to leave they heard screaming outside just behind the doors to the hallway. After a few seconds of silence the red doors swung open and a griffin body flew in, the corpse’s talon was forcefully jammed into its mouth and coming out the back of its head.
“You really should get some better guards kingy.” A familiar voice said from the darkness outside, then to the king’s horror the human walked in, covered in the armor from before. “Seriously, I plowed through them with no trouble.”
“You. How are you still alive?” The royal griffin backed up in fear.
“Oh you know.” The walking death row shrugged. “A little bit of healing, and a need for payback.”
“Just try it freak.” The lone guard said as he raised his sword.
“Oh? You think you have what it takes?” The human chuckled. “I didn’t realize the griffins had created a new god.”
The guard growled before charging at the monster. The human looked at him bored, once the griffin got close, the biped flicked his wrist and a black blade shot forward to decapitate the guard.
“See? Useless.” The possible embodiment of death kicked the body. “They just don’t make suicidal chickens like they used to.”
“You may have survived Canterlot.” The king grabbed his magic sword. “But you won’t be leaving here alive.”
“That’s backwards.” Evil incarnate raised a clawed hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll make the death slow.”
“For the griffins!” The king charged at his enemy. The human smiled, once the king neared he hopped over the griffin, as he landed a foot swung and smashed the king, sending him flying against a wall. Grunting in pain he watched in fear as his weapon slid across the floor right to the human.
“I must say this is impressive.” His foe picked up the sword and looked it over. “Quite a remarkable pieced of work.” Then one hand gripped the end of the blade while the other took the handle, after a few seconds the sword was snapped in half. “But I can’t have you running around with such power.”
“No, that was a gift from my father.” The griffin gasped as he was lifted by the throat.
“Oh boo hoo.” The human slammed him into a wall. “The last gift from my father was lost in your attack, so on that front we’re even.”
“You really think your little sun babysitter will let you get away with this?” The king choked. “She has you on a tight leash.”
“Sorry, but Celestia won’t save you.” The one man apocalypse tightened his grip. “She died in your explosions. So I’m free to do as I please.”
The king wheezed as the grip tightened. There had to be some way out of this, then he remembered something from Canterlot. Taking one of his talons he swiped across the human’s eyes. The claws made direct contact and left large cuts across his face, blood began to spew from his eyes. He screamed in pain and dropped the griffin.
“Why you little.” The human growled as he gripped his face. “For that your death will be so much worse.”
The king took this as an opportunity to flee, he had to dodge as a fireball flew past him. Running through the doors and into the hallway he charged down the dark corridor almost tripping over a dead griffin.
“Get back here!” He heard his attacker shout. Looking around frantically he finally spotted the door to a supply closet, quickly running in and closing the door he breathed heavily. “Oh Lord Cluck! Come out come out wherever you are.” He heard the metallic footsteps as his fear walked down the hallway. “Fine if you won’t come out I guess I’ll have to lure you.” Then silence gripped the area, the king released the breath he had unknowingly been holding. The griffin sat in the closet for a minute racking his brain on what to do.
“Daddy!” He then heard the scream of his son. Darting out of the closet he ran down the corridor. “Daddy!” Following the terrified call he eventually came to his son’s bedroom door, slamming it open he gasped. In the center of the room his son was being held by his scruff in the clutches of the human.
“Let him go!” The royal griffin ordered, glaring at the human. Then he heard a whimper, looking to a corner he spotted his wife, mother, and daughter all in the dark corner cowering. The human had gotten his whole family.
“You know, you freaks are sort of cute when you’re young.” The human looked his child over. “Shame you get so ugly as you go.”
“Release him!” The king ordered weakly. “He’s just a child.”
“So?” Two green eyes glared at him. “Age didn’t matter to you during your attacks on my people and the ponies. Tarturas, your guys massacred kids like they were going for a prize.”
“It’s going to be okay.” The king told his son. “I’m going to get you away.”
“Bold faced lie.” The human laughed. Then he looked back to the child. “Bored now.” He then tossed the young griffin out a nearby window, as he flew out a dragon swooped down and swallowed him.
“No!” The king shouted.
“Now then, which one should I kill next?” The killer asked as he looked over the cornered griffins “What do you say your majesty?”
“I’ll kill you.”
“Wife it is!” The human gripped his wife and smiled. “You know, I feel bad about taking your son from you. Why don’t you join him?” Then he slammed her skull into a wall.
“You monster!” The king shouted before leaping at the human, the monster easily dodged before grabbing the griffin by the tail and swinging him around and throwing him into a wall.
“So rude.” The human shook his head. “Wait your turn.”
“Why are you doing this?” The king asked. “Aren’t I the one you’re after?”
“That you are. However, I’m just settling the score a bit.” The human then turned his hand into a sword and decapitated his mother.
“What are you talking about?” The king growled as his mother’s head rolled around the floor. This freak was going to pay.
“Your race has taken a family and a half from me.” He turned his gaze to the young female griffin. “I’m just balancing out the karma a bit.” He then opened his mouth and singed his daughter.
“No!” The king shouted before leaping at the monster. The human easily dodged and used his claws to leave a large gash across the king’s side. “Agh!” He rolled across the floor, leaving a red streak behind him. “I’m going to kill you.” He said weakly as he picked himself up.
“Cute.” The human smiled as he walked towards the bleeding royalty. “So, how would you like your dismemberment to go? Should I start with the head? Maybe the legs?”
The griffin looked the cold green eyes. His mind was searching for some way to escape, there didn’t seem to be any. Odds were the eye attack wouldn’t work twice. Then something caught his eye. In the center of the psycho’s chest he noticed a sort of gem. It was offering a faint glow.
“This looks important.” The king said before his talon shot forward and grabbed the strange trinket, to his surprise he was able to grip and remove it from the armor.
“Hey!” A fireball enveloped the human, once it subsided he was back to his impractical look. “Give that back!” Then the king saw his chance, in his shock the living guillotine had left a large gap for the griffin to exploit. Wrapping the strange charm around his neck he prepared to flee.
“No thanks.” The king said before spreading his wings and flying as fast as he could past the human.
“Get back here!” There was a deep roar behind him. Risking a look the griffin screamed in surprise as he saw a dragon charging down the large hallway after him. This wasn’t the dragon form from the tales though. It was sleek and black, the head was rounder than his other form and no horns jutted out of the head, though on the sides of its mouth there were two horn like pieces. The mouth itself was strange, it wasn’t closed all the way, however it did help with the fear factor as the needle like fangs that filled the maw were very visible.
“Oh no.” The king flapped his wings harder. Luckily the corridor was too thin for the dragon to make use of its large wings, though it for the most part kept good pace, the unholy red eyes never losing track of him. The griffin rounded a corner and was glad to hear a crash as the beast was unable to make the sharp turn. There was only one place he could go, hopefully it would take advantage of his draconic blood. Finally the large doors came into view, bracing himself he rammed into them crying out in pain as he slammed into the gold. It scraped across his wound leaving some of the coins covered in red. Running he quickly hid behind a support column as he heard the loud thuds of the dragon.
“Clever.” The deep voice said. “Hoping to take advantage of my draconic nature. Sadly even the largest hoard is not enough to save you. I will have vengeance!”
The king flinched as he heard the sound of gold coins shifting under the weight of a massive foot. This was his last hope, the royal treasury had been his final plan. Hoping that a room where the floor was impossible to see underneath all the gold and gems would be enough the calm the beast.
“Tell you what.” The cold voice said. “Return Nick to me and I’ll make your death a few milliseconds shorter.”
Another large step was heard as the gold once again shifted. The king stood still as he heard the dragon’s movements near him.
“Why do you hide? We both know it is futile.” The deep voice was definitely closer. “It is impossible to escape. You leave two trails.” A loud breath was heard. “Yes, your fear is so powerful I can almost taste it.”
Another burst of shifting money.
“Then there’s the blood you’re carelessly trailing everywhere, you know what’s funny?” A cruel chuckle escapes him. “Griffin blood has this almost, intoxicating aroma. Interesting how something so wonderful comes from something so vulgar.” The steps are almost right next to him. “Shame I won’t be able to enjoy it again after today.”
The griffin shifts around the column as the dragon’s head rounds it, the bloody eyes scanning the area.
“Just come out already, you are wasting both our times.”
Looking at his feet the griffin spots a large gem, an idea reaching him. Picking it up, he chucked it as far as he could. The cut stone making a jingling sound as it lands on the gold. There is a pause before coins shift as the beast flies towards the sound. Taking this chance the king makes a break for the doors. Sadly just as he nears them he is blocked by a massive black form.
“Good try.” The monster laughs as his tail slams the doors shut. “But no.”
The dragon begins to circle him like a vulture.
“You know, you’re the first griffin that I find intriguing.” The beast stops in front of him. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re still garbage. But slightly higher quality garbage. You know, like an expensive yet broken coffee maker.”
“Um thanks.” The griffin says shakily.
“Don’t let it go to your dopey head.” Then a massive black hand flies out from under the gold and sends the griffin flying into the air. Unable to react in time he slams into the coins, groaning in pain. “You know.” The clawed fist grabs the griffin so the dragon can look at him. “If Celestia were here she’d tell me to not torment my prey. But she’s not.” The king is then violently thrown across the room, slamming into a wall. “Because you killed her!” Obvious anger enters the monster’s voice as he stalks towards the crippled king, the piercing red eyes glowing brighter. “I will not rest until the guilty have died.”
Then suddenly the beast’s advance stops. His eyes close as he growls.
“Be silent!” He shouts, the griffin looks but can’t see anyone. “I’m doing this for her! For them!” The black head slams into the pile of gold. “You can’t tell me what to do! You’re wrong, this is what she’d want!” His front legs grip the sides of his head. “So what if she’d do it differently? This trash needs to pay. I only know one way to do that.”
Sparks begin to fly around the human turned dragon, his tail swishing back and forth, sending gold and gems flying.
“I don’t care, she’s gone! You can’t hope to become my new moral compass!” Suddenly his head leaves the gold and slams into a nearby support beam. “Shut up!” Another head butt. “Don’t you go there!”
The king simply watches in shock as his enemy continues to slam his head into the ground and columns, as if he’s trying to remove something that is lodged inside.
“Didn’t you see Luna? She’s all that’s left, and even she’s barely holding on!” The griffin weakly dodges as a black wing flies towards him. “Repeat it all you want, I will at least ensure the world is safe for what I have left.” The dragon’s eyes suddenly shoot open, they scan the room until they fall onto the griffin. “He’s the only hazard left.” The dragon picks himself back up. “Once this one is gone Luna will be safe. Safe to rule Equestria without the stresses of war.”
The king weakly tries to back away as his eminent death approaches.
“Plus without battles she won’t need to worry about keeping me as charged as Celestia used to.” The dragon’s body begins to change. “Well king, as much fun as this has been I really need to get going.”
The facial horns vanish as his jaw begins to shrink, after a moment two curved horns burst from the skull, the five black talons fuse into three digits. The overall form begins to grow, black changes to olive and armor begins to appear on the arms, legs, and front of its torso. As he begins to stand a gem appears between the horns. Now a considerably larger dragon looms over him. The eyes then shoot open and two now green eyes look down at him.
“I must thank you for making such a large room.” The new beast stretches his wings. “It allows me to use my true power.”
“I assume this is the end for me.” The king asks.
“Look who caught on.” His eyes glow before the griffin is lifted and brought into the dragon’s grip. Using his other hand he pulls the charm off the griffin’s neck.
“At least I will be with my family.” The griffin says calmly.
“Not exactly.” The monster smiles. “You’re not dying in the usual sense.”
“What do you mean?” The king asks in fear.
“I’m just going to destroy your mind. Consigning you to an endless night.”
“What!?” The last griffin attempts to pull his head away as a taloned hand nears it.
“Although.” The hand stops. “I could also let you live. Allow you to feel the pain of knowing you’re the last of your kind. Let the descendent of the original destroyer feel my past misery.”
The hand retracts completely as the dragon looks away thinking.
“Let’s see. Should I have fun knowing your brain dead corpse is rotting away? Or, should I relish knowing that irony has caught up?” Placing his talon to his chin he looks at the griffin. “Sadly I have no way to keep you from just committing suicide when I release you. I’ll decide after the meeting.”
Turning his head the dragon shoots a fireball at a nearby wall, when the smoke clears a massive hole becomes visible. A new heat enters the room as the pillars of smoke are seen from the outside world. Spreading his wings the beast flies through the hole, once he’s outside he lands in the center of town. Letting out a ground shaking roar he waits, after a few seconds the king’s jaw drops as what looks like hundreds of dragons appear in the sky. As they near they begin to swoop down and land in front of them.
“My brother’s and sister’s.” His captor begins to speak. “We are victorious!” The dragon’s all begin to cheer. “This land is now ours!”
Several roars come from the crowd while others breathe fire to the sky. The king hangs his head is despair.
“There is but one freak left.” The hand gripping the griffin is then raised. “Behold, the pitiful king of these sad excuses for beings.” More cheers come from the dragons. “Now a dilemma is reached for me. What shall his fate be?”
“Burn him!”
“Feed him to the whelps!”
“Crush him!”
“Fly him to the sky and drop!”
Several more horrible suggestions come from the crowd. The griffin cringing at some of the more brutal and vulgar ones
“All wonderful suggestions my friends.” The original killer speaks up. “It is unfortunate he cannot experience all of your ideas. Or can he?” The griffin is raised to look into his enemy’s eye.
“How is that possible Lord Bolas?” One dragon asks.
“Simple.” A taloned hand is raised. “Using my infinite power I could make him experience every single one inside his mind.” The dragons begin to nod, many cruelly smiling. “So it’s settled your majesty. Enjoy your many torments.” A hand then touches the king’s forehead. He screams before his head limply falls back, his golden eyes rolling back.