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	Tharaal was one of the most prominent demons in all of Equestria. The ice was his to command, and no being would dare to bother him on his own turf. For the pettiest of creatures, Tharaal would simply blast them with a beam of energy, which could penetrate even the strongest of armors. But when it came to other beings of supernatural abilities, Tharaal treated them to his ice magic.

One cold morning, in the frozen north, Tharaal had just gotten done slaying a golem, a pony, and a naked monkey. He gave himself imaginary points for only needing two blasts of energy for the three creatures. He had laughed internally upon seeing the pony fall and snap her neck.

Trudging through the ice, the demon eventually found himself at the entrance to his lair. It was a giant, blue steel castle. In the very center of this castle was a tower. It shot high into the sky, to the point where the top was not even visible. Tharaal himself knew not how high it went. His personal unicorn wizard, Khlateel had built it. It most likely had a physics-breaking spell on it. Tharaal hardly paid mind to all of the complex magics in the world. He simply liked ice. Without further hesitation, Tharaal walked through the bitter, cold gates.

Tharaal himself lived underneath the castle. With a snap of his fingers, a large trapdoor revealed itself in the frozen courtyard. Minions immediately flowed out of the endless tower and went to work pulling levers, raising the large door so that Tharaal could enter. And enter he did.

It was dark inside. So dark, in fact, that the only real light came from Tharaal's own glowing eyes. He walked at a leisurely pace, until he reached the end of the dark hallway. Pushing open the doors, Tharaal entered into his throne room. His officers and personal guard bowed deeply, but Khlateel the wizard simply dipped his head. Tharaal didn't expect a bow from him. Over the time he'd known Khlateel, Tharaal had soon found no mutual trust.

The truth of the matter was that Khlateel was crossing the icy north one night when Tharaal stumbled upon him. Tharaal was highly intent on just stomping on the pony and going on his way, but the cloaked unicorn immediately put a stop to that with a simple, but extremely potent force reflection spell. Impressed that such a small creature could have such great magical ability, Tharaal decided to take in the mysterious wizard for the night. After learning that Khlateel had no goals or purpose, Tharaal invited him to stay until he wished to leave. And so it was.