Thrackerzod sat quietly in the middle of her room. She did this regularly, spending her time contemplating recent, and ancient events. This was where she planned her most clandestine activities. She recorded all of her findings and her speculations here, as well as conducting religious rituals in Azathoth's name.
But she did none of that today. She barely thought at all, swallowed by confusion and doubt. In training, while in the Dreamworld, she was taught many things by the Elders. They had always reminded her of the supremacy of the Blind God, and her subservience to that great deity. They told her that one day, she would be able to do her part to please him. And when she was told to contract Twilight Sparkle, she thought this was the time. She was sure she would be able to do what must be done. And yet, now that she was here, now that she had successfully contracted Twilight, and subsequently lost her loyalty, everything had seemed wrong.
Ever since she had stepped into this world, she had felt different. She attributed this mainly to her new form, separate from the Dreamworld. But now she began to suspect something different. She had been told her whole life that Azathoth was supreme, but everything she saw in her newfound independence contradicted this. A single unicorn, conspiring with Elder Gods, powerful enough to remove the ruler of Xura from his throne? And a former inhabitant of Xura, Igneous Pie, and his daughter Pinkie Pie (likely influenced by other gods, herself), both stated that they had felt his power slipping.
But that wasn't evidence. The word of a few ponies, insignificant mortals? No, that meant nothing compared to the Blind God. The universe was created by the Blind God. Thrackerzod was created by the Blind God. Everything, everything, was created by the Blind God. Everything...everything, was a dream. Of the Blind God's.
That is what Igneous said. That all the world, all the universe, was nothing more than the fleeting, imaginative dreams of a blind, stupid idiot, who was only called a god because, in it's own dream, it was a god. Why, Thrackerzod was from the Dreamworld! She dreamed every night! Did that mean she was a god in her own right? Did she create and destroy universes everytime she slept?
No.
It was impossible for Thrackerzod to create her own universe.
It was impossible because she didn't exist.
She was just a dream.
Igneous had said that because of this one detail, the power of the Outer Gods could be easily taken. Azathoth could not be woken, however, or else it would cease dreaming and the universe would end. Just like that. Gone. What would Azathoth do then, Thrackerzod wondered. Did it live in a whole other universe? Did it sleep and dream in a bed? In a field? What is the Blind God? Is it necessary for the universe to exist, as it's creator? Igneous had said that the Elder God's plan was a simple plan: just have another god dream in place of Azathoth. Serve all the functions that the Outer Gods do, in order to keep the universe running. Just take the entire universe, and dream about it. Then, the Blind God would have no power, nor would the other Outer Gods. All the Elder Gods need do is not dream of any of their enemies, and their enemies will cease to exist. Igneous stated he did not know how the Elder God planned to dream about the dream they were inside, nor how they planned to safely take the dream away from Azathoth, without waking it.
Thrackerzod knew, logically, that there was little reason to trust a heretic like Igenous. The father of a raving lunatic, after all. And yet...
Thrackerzod sat quietly in the middle of her room, and shed a tear.