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// 12: Cracking Allience 
// Story: My Little Pony: The Seal of Death 
// by Azrael the alicorn 
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There are people who can’t be patient. There are people who can be patient. And then there are that kind of people who can be tolerant but, once that tolerance ends, can be even worse than an impatient one. 

Sombra belonged to this part. He had returned to Azrael’s castle for many hours and had spent all that time searching for proof about the weakness of the Seal. Sombra had turned the whole place upside down, destroying walls, tearing apart books and wreaking havoc in the palace. He had even summoned many crystal monsters to help him in his search and even used his powers in an desperate attempt to find the tiniest clue—but to no avail. 

Right when he was thinking that there was nothing, he managed to find a secret room filled with documents and information on the Seal of Death. Apparently the angel of death had studied the relic in an attempt to gather as much info as possible. Interesting, but it wasn’t what Sombra was looking for. 

He couldn’t help but notice how the files weren’t complete, as if Azrael had destroyed some of them. It was not a definitive proof that Lich was right, but it sure proved that the angel of death knew more about the relic than Sombra did and so it was very probable that he also knew how to destroy it. The dark tyrant cursed himself to have allowed his pride to be used by that weakling.

“I should have killed him right there, when I had the chance,” muttered Sombra. “And now what? I can’t break the promise without look like a coward!” The dark tyrant stood there, trying to keep his calm. “I wonder what exactly he needs to do to break this Seal, but I guess it’s something that requires time and power, or else he would have managed to break the Seal already. I must be clever the next time I face him, defend this relic at all costs, and strike him down once he shows his insipid muzzle. I will not let him or anyone to take away this power from me!”

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a call coming from Chrysalis. Groaning in frustration, he opened the magic window. The queen of the Changelings looked quite irritated.

“What do you want, Chrysalis?” asked Sombra.

“It’s Discord. He’s annoying, doesn’t shut up, and has brought many of my soldiers to a mental breakdown,” Chrysalis explained.

“So hush him up,” answered the dark tyrant with little patience.

“Don’t you think I have tried this? The Alicorn Amulet does little to him.”

“And I don’t have time for solving such pointless matters.”

Chrysalis didn’t like Sombra’s tone, but she was smart enough to know about not insult someone more powerful than her. She noticed his background.

“Where are you exactly?” she asked, trying to change argument.

“In Azrael’s castle. I had a … tip that the angel of death was keeping important information about the weakness of the Seal in his abode so I went there to check it out.”

“And?”

“I know that Azrael can destroy the Seal, but I still don’t know how exactly.”

“So much for being an unstoppable force, huh?” asked sarcastically Chrysalis. Usually Sombra would have ignored the derisive tone of the Changelings Queen. Sadly for Chrysalis, this wasn’t that time. He grabbed her with magic as if she was in the same place and not miles far away and pushed her in the floor.

“Do not mock me, fool, or you will regret it!” he shouted with a deep voice, “And don’t ever think for a moment that I am weak. I am KING SOMBRA, ruler of this land and master of Death! Now I have to leave. You … fix this problem with Discord by yourself and be ready when the battle will start. Or else.” 

While he was saying so he summoned a big scythe which passed the magical window and got uncomfortably close to Chrysalis’s eyes. “Do I make myself clear?” The queen nodded nervously. Sombra pulled back his weapon and before closing the magical window added with coldness, “Try not to be incompetent, Chrysalis; there is no place for idiots in my  kingdom.”

Chrysalis got up, trying to calm down her heart and compose herself. She didn’t wanted to look weak, not before her people. She stood still, thinking aloud what to do. And then, once she felt calm enough, went to have a meeting with her prisoner.