Pace of Only

Cycle of lessness for the void

Luna has growing hunger for souls, leading to the collapse of all life

The corpse lay before her shriveled, exuding an metallic aroma. Luna looked on with firm eyes yet mixed expression.

She knew she really shouldn’t, it was the third this week, yet the princess just couldn’t bring herself to feel guilty. Perhaps it was time to admit she had an addiction, she just loved the buzz of consuming souls.

Trotted to mirror

She was developing a deathly aura. While she felt the pinnacle of health on the inside, her coat was looking rather sickly. Her rich indigo had been fading to a dull beryl.

Yet little matter, she was the princess. One of them. Her only concerns were the others, Twilight Sparkle and her keen sister especially. The fact that she’d gone this far without discovery was only a testament to her own domain of secrecy.

Didn’t wish to stop, didn’t know if she could. Her private ritual was an affront to Equestria. The matter lay before her unfolding itself like a wounded cicada. She’d have to seize the issue, take the initiative and halt Celestia before she came upon it on her own.

Had always been frigid, or somewhat serious, since her return.