Darkness encircled about him like unto a Black Hand clasping down over his face. There were no muffled screams and no real dark flame, for it was for all to see and hear, for all to know not to anger her ever again, and by the stars had he angered her.
“Your eminence?” said the earth bound assistant.
“Speak Ion.” Nightmare Moon commanded.
“Shall I send a message to the griffin nation, on that we are to make war with them?”
“No.” her two-tone voice was as cold as ice in his blood. “We will send the message, and the message shall be him.” as she looked back at the struggling ambassador, her eyes flashed with power. Her death for him had begun, but not death fiscal, but of the mind.
Visions of all he loved in this world murdered before him, having their feathers and fiscal identities forcibly ripped from the're bodys. He watched as the murderer took their faces and downed them on, no matter how much he screamed for his loved ones not to, he could not stop them from going into the murderers home unaware of the fate that awaited them.
“My Queen?” asked the dark Bat Pony. The Night looked at her, making her bow deeper.
“Yea, General Comminate?” She inquirers.
“Shall I rally are forces to march on are new enemies?” she shifted her body in anticipation.
“So be it. However, we only wish for thee to attack within the hour they receive our gift.” She looked back to the crying form on the floor, her eyes flashed as she narrowed in on him.
The fiscal pain had started, what seemed as a twitch of her eyes, had turned his very bones into thorn bush vines, having the sharp and rough vines scrape against his insides each time he moved a mussel.
“Did not the ambassador’s family come with him Ion?” she never looked away from her newest plaything.
“yea they did my Queen. Do you wish me to get them?” he asked.
She thought for a time. “We were going to have thee find then burn them. However, go and bring them heather, then put them to the flame.” Her eyes flashed once more.
“As thou commandeth my Queen.” He replied, and then went on his way.
The scream intensified as her new death spell took place. Shards of small glass were magically poured into his veins, mixing with his blood. His heart beet faster, only creating more pain.
She was so intrigued by her newest muse that she did not right away notice the Griffin female and her two checks as they were lit ablaze.
“Pity, we wished to have a little fun with them as well.” She turned back to her newest art piece; eyes flashing for what she knew would be the last time. “Stupid Griffins.” She sighed. “They never seem to last very long do they?”
The last part of her masterpiece, was in two parts, firstly, she turned him to face her then grabbed his face with her hoofs and started to slowly pull in opposite directions.
“Let us see thy face!” she spat, as his face came apart. She then used her magic to fling him on his back. She then conjured a knife and put it to his stomach, cutting him from the top to the bottom. She then reached in and grabbed his heart, which was quickly ripped out. His heart had been taken from him so fast, that the blood was still moving in his brain. Therefore, the last thing he saw was the Nightmare holding his heart in front of her.
“Hmm… so he actually had one.” She remarked as she took a bite then threw the remains on the floor.
“Ion, take them and hang them on Celestia's old tower for the world to see.” She told as she left.
“With no disrespect, my queen, I thought they were going to send them to the Griffin Nation?” he said.
“We are Ion; we were talking about the burnt female and kids. Chop him up and send it away as commanded.” She replied walking through the hallway door.
It will be done as you say.” He bowed.
The batpony mare slammed her mug on the bar table and let out a long sigh.
“Thanks for the drink sir, thou art a nice fellow.” She took another drink.
“Not a problem, thank thee for telling me this story, tis it true?”
“Of course it’s true, I was there. Guarding the East corner of the throne room, for it is mine stewardship. Any and all do say our Queen Nightmare is all we could wish for but I would never want to get on her bad side.”
“Well then I will take mine leave of thee, there is something I need to do.” He started to go but was stopped.
“Hey!” the mare said. “In case I don’t meet your acquaintance again what is thy name?” she asked.
“My name is Favonian Glass.
“Oh, well my name is Stella Inferno. May the Night guide thee Mr. Glass.”
“Till we meet again Miss. Inferno.” He walked out of the bar and into the Night.