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// The Last Three Really, Really Bad Things 
// Story: 101 Heinous Crimes Perpetrated by King Sombra 
// by QueenMoriarty 
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Sombra had made it to his feet, and was looking rather ill at ease. The smoke kept billowing out and collapsing in around him, matching his heavy breathing. In one moment, he would be barely more than a skeleton wreathed in smog, and the next he would look just the same as he had all of those years ago. He couldn't have looked more like a demon if he tried.

It wasn't doing any favors for his life expectancy. There wasn't a creature alive in the throne room that wasn't champing at the bit to see him justly punished. The Dragon Lord and the Yak Prince were also being quite obvious about their urge to kill, although Gilda Grieftalons was at least trying to be subtle. The click of her gauntlet against her seat and the grinding of pony teeth were the only noises in the throne room for a good five seconds.

Raven did her best to defuse some of the tension by loudly shuffling some papers around. As she scanned through them, she found that there were barely any charges left to read. Glimmer's revelation had invalidated the last quarter of charges, leaving only three tiny little offenses to list off before they got to the sentencing. To her dismay, Raven noticed that they were decidedly anticlimactic charges. Princess Twilight was probably going to give her a lecture about not following the lessons from that lovely book about The Narrative of Organization again.

Well, there was nothing that could be done about it now. Best to just get it over with.

99. Failure to leave behind an enigmatic prophecy giving a rough indicator of when a period of temporal stasis would come to an end.

100. Deliberate under-performance in a climactic battle between the forces of good and evil.

101.  Refusing to die properly on multiple occasions.

"That concludes the reading of the crimes with which Sombra de Umbrum is charged." Raven took a step back, and a final sip from her glass. The boring administration was out of the way, and now was the time for Princess Celestia to pass judgement.

"Sombra." The name was spoken with unrestrained hatred, a sound so unfamiliar to Celestia's subjects that many of them shrank away in instinctive terror. The unstable smoke-monster she was addressing was practically shimmering with fear, his breathing so rapid that he seemed to be exploding a hundred times a second. "How do you plead?"

Judging from the deafening chorus of shocked gasps, everypony had been expecting her to skip that step. Sombra looked more surprised than all of them. "Guilty, of course!"

"Really?" There was that cockiness, the confidence that Raven expected of an Elder Goddess. "I would have thought you, of all ponies, would be the first to claim mitigating circumstances."

Sombra laughed. "As if I could dodge even a single one of those claims. At least afford me the dignity of swift justice, you old bat."

"Very well. Sombra de Umbrum, for your crimes against the peoples of Equestria, Yakyakistan, Griffonstone and the Dragonlands, you are hereby sentenced to sudden, instant and even immediate death. Guards? Drop the barrier."

Loyal as ever, the guards dissolved their barrier spells, leaving Sombra utterly unguarded. Thunder rumbled, energy crackled and the floor split. Fire gathered in the jaws of the Dragon Lord, and Gilda readied her gauntlet.

"Fire at will."

Raven did the smart thing and teleported to safety.