Lord Tirek sat in his prison of steel and stone, staring out not across the hellish landscape, but at the smoky skies. "Where is that pony?" he muttered to himself, before looking back down at the crumpled magazine in his hands, flipping slowly through page after page before settling on the last one.
Next month, join us as we go inside Celestia's palace and see the beautiful architecture and stained glass windows, including the most recent works by Comfort Glass.
"Those ponies and their idiotic names," Lord Tirek snorted. "Comfort Glass? I doubt it is the glass they find comfort in."
The flapping of wings drew his attention, head snapping up as the gray pegasus landed far beyond the walls of his prison, peering cautiously inside with her wall-eyed stare.
"Ah, you have returned." Lord Tirek rose to his hooves, striding towards the edge of his cage. "I believe you have something that belongs to me," he said, rubbing his fingers together as he slid his arm out between the bars.
The pegasus hesitated for a moment before reaching back into her saddlebags, pulling out another magazine – oh, how its cover shone. She took a step forward, then another, slowly leaning forward, her wings spread wide as if expecting to take flight at any moment.
"Excellent," he said, his fingers closing around his prize. The pegasus let go of the magazine the moment his fingers brushed against it, quickly springing into the air and flying away from his cage. Tirek smirked. "She is wise to fear me," he said to himself as he settled back into his cell, his eyes focusing on the cover as he held it before him before freezing in shock.
"'Equestria's Most Beautiful Tulip Garden'? What is this nonsense? They promised me the interior of Canterlot Castle!" Lord Tirek ground his teeth together, his grip tightening on the shiny pamphlet, the dull reflection of the light of Tartarus dancing across the cover as his hands shook. "A month, for tulips?"
His hands shaking, he pulled it open, flipping past the first several pages before settling on the table of contents. "Canterlot Castle, page fifty six?" Lord Tirek shook his head. "They preempted Canterlot Castle, the home of the immortal rulers of all of Equestria, for tulips?" He laughed mirthlessly. "These ponies truly are fools. How did my fool of a brother ever think that they could be our equals?"
Lord Tirek hissed quietly as he slowly flipped deeper into the magazine, smiling coldly. "I must see what it is that these ponies thought was so important that it preempted Celestia herself."
A field of many-hued flowers filled his vision, stretching out as far as the eye could see beneath an azure sky.
"Hmmmm... they are remarkably tasteful..."