In the aftermath of a series of mysterious events in Southern Europe, where entire boats of refuges, Balkan nationals, and Italians suddenly vanished following an unusual light formation appearing in the Adriatic, all was quiet in the world.
Sure, in the worlds of science people were dabbling, trying to figure out what had caused these mysterious events? Did the lights cause them to drown, to seizure and fall victim to scavengers?
Were they weapons created by the terrorists to the east? A weapon created by N.A.T.O or Russia with the intent to scare the other?
Global Warming?
No one really knew, but in trying to figure out the cause of it would employ many scientists for several years, and after that keep the conspiracy loving sector of humanity well amused and occupied.
.....
In a darkly lit room in a hidden lair within the Italian city of Volterra, a trio of men sat, robed in dark cloths as dark as night and as red as blood.
All of them were unusually pale, and looked eerily inhuman. Just as one could look into the eyes of a human made into a Equestrian and be able to pick up the wrongness of them, these beings were similarly off.
Their eyes, a blood red, did not occur in humanity.
Their gazes were cold, uncaring, ruthless.
Their skin looked less like pale Caucasian, and more like they had been carved out of marble and given life.
Of course, just like a man made into a pony, they would not answer your question in a helpful way.
If you asked such a horse, they would chant about the failures of humanity, their monstrous beings, and their hate. How they were superior.
These beings would not state these facts: they would just kill you. Eat you. Or worse, should they determine you to be useful, turn you.
For these men, these were the monsters of the Earth.
Ironically, they were the ones who had saved it.
"So, any revelation as to the origin of those creatures?" One of the men questioned.
The second one frowned "Sadly no, it appears only one of them was capable of anything resembling sentient thoughts. The others were mindless drones. They were disposed of, and their unusual barrier broken. We cannot determine how it was done though, so any attempts to use it ourselves is sadly lost".
"A minor loss. What use would we have for the extinction of humanity?" the third added in.
"Not as it was, but had it been modified to destroy Werewolves it may have proved useful. I also could see use of it's anti-technological capabilities to remove humanities weapons capabilities, returning them to a level that we are no longer in danger"
"Yes, that is a potential use of it, but how would we even do that?"
"Hmm.....good point."
"So.....the operation did reveal that the original horse, the origin of that plague, came from another world. The world had no humans, and from what that horse had shown they could very well try and destroy us again. Should we go in, and deal with them?"
The being who spoke first looked contemplative, before shaking his head "No, we lack the forces to take an entire world, and for a race whose blood is more suited for Carlisle's tastes? Hardly worth it. The moment we leave on such a crusade, we will find complete chaos when we return. No....it is better we merely keep watch for any more of those creatures. Now, anything else of pressing concern?"
"I feel an odd desire to speak of that human girl from Forks who seems to dominate virtually all conversations, should we discuss her again?"
"Oh, yes, certainly"
....
There was little if anything to say here.
These beings, these mysterious watchers over humanity, the shepherds of a massive and unaware flock of sheep destined to provide laughs, goods, and mutton, were the 5th world to be freed.
47 were beaten by them.
Those worlds all suddenly felt a sense of shame.
Of course, other worlds had much more effective commanders leading them, so perhaps the shame was greatly limited.
.....
"We appear to be suffering unexpected, defiance from the universe. It is as if Ponies are not the Master Race, how shocking. Though, I suppose that in infinity, the other manages something halfway decent on occasion." A Pegasus noted, standing on a marble platform as he overlooked a central, freshwater lake that lay within the sheer white rock walls of the island he had taken as his fortress.
"They were just lucky Lord Stormfront!" a converted human shouted behind him, as mindlessly obedient and positive as ever "They mustn't have had icky humans as their dominate lifeforms. After all, you managed to destroy all of humanity in this world in three days!"
"Yes, yes I did" the Pegasus smirked, his dark gray coat and black mane being that of a no-nonsense, ruthless, brutal military Pony. His cutie mark, a lightning bolt smashing into his target, exemplified his talent.
War.
Lightning Fast, Brutal, War. Any target he fought against, he destroyed, quickly, and without mercy.
He had loved his work fighting against bandits, criminals, and enemies from beyond, until he got bored with the opponents of his world.
So, he decided he'd conquer another.
And conquer he did: the humans were now completely dead. The other lifeforms here, possibly sentient and uniquely gifted were proving to be a challenge for him. They could not be converted, nor could they be tamed.
They hated him for what he had done to the humans, and the ways humans had tamed them in the past were unavailable when inside the barrier.
So, they would have to be destroyed in full.
It was no problem after all, it would be a fun challenge for him and the creatures former humans to catch them all.
And mount their severed heads as trophies.