Truth Behind Harmony: Discordian Society

Nyx fell from the sky as blood poured from several wounds, her attacker dancing gracefully through the sky as she watched her daughter hit the ground with a resounding crash, blood and rubble flying into the air as Discordia landed on the ground.

“You really thought you could escape me,” said Discordia, grabbing Nyx by the back of the head and lifting her up, only to slam her face back into the ground, more blood flying into the air. “After the pain I suffered giving birth to you, and after I struggled for centuries shaping you into the perfect companion for Artemis, you have the gall to defy me!”

“Of course I do,” whispered Nyx, blood dripping from her mouth as she spoke, “and I should have done so sooner.”

“And why is that, my dear precious daughter?”

Nyx rose to her hooves, her eyes becoming dead and hollow as she forced her beast to the surface, all but shouting at her mother as she rose to her full height. “Because you are the death of this world, and I refuse to side with you any longer knowing what you plan to do!”

Nyx then lashed out, her newly formed tendrils flying out to attempt to bind Discordia, only for the chaotic goddess to repel them with a spell, sending out a blast of magic at her dark child. Nyx vanished before the blast struck, her tendrils leaping out from the shadows behind Discordia while she herself appeared above, launching a torrent of black magic from her oozing horn.

Discordia dodged both attacks while suppressing a yawn, “come now child, I know you can…”

She never got to finish, for her daughter had decided to let loose a great black sludge upon her, which began burning her skin as she screamed.

Nyx was not finished, her great wings opening as she roared, calling down great balls of fire upon the monster that was her mother.

Discordia was brought out of the sky by the fiery rain, landing with a great thud before her daughter and then getting yanked back up, trapped within a mass of her writhing tendrils.

“So this is how you plan to finish me daughter…I can’t say I’m not surprised, you never were that creative when it came to killing.”

“You’re wrong mother,” said Nyx, a note of pity in her voice as she lifted up a hoof and caressed her mother’s face. “I have much worse planned for you…much worse…”

From the mass of tendrils came two white ones, their ends opening to reveal dripping needle like barbs, each of which were placed at the base of each of Discordia’s temples.

“This will not be easy,” said Nyx, “and you will not enjoy it …but no that I will always love you…Goodbye…”

She then plunged the two barbs into Discordia’s temples, the mare screaming as her red eyes turned black as tar, her mind falling into a nightmare not of her daughter’s creation, but of her own.

As she fell within the nightmare, Nyx gently lowered her to the ground, her transformation ending as she gazed down upon the older mare. She didn’t want to leave her there like that, for it reminded her of what her mother had done to Celestia…and what she herself had done to Luna.

And there was also the fact that the brand of…nightmare she had planted in her mother’s mind was not a normal nightmare. Nightmares usually made ponies come face to face with some inner fear, letting them overcome it in order to help them learn and grow as a pony. But this…thing she had created, it was not a tool for teaching, no, instead it dug deep, finding a ponies greatest fears, the things they never spoke of, and used them to hurt that pony.

She knew her mother would suffer for it, because she had many fears, fears which escaped her lips in the late hours of the night, when her guard was down and her mind was asleep. But despite what she knew, she also knew she had to leave her there, and so with a final, sorrowful nuzzle, she turned and left her mother lying upon the ground, limping away as she headed deeper into the kingdom of the Draconiqui.

It was days before the nightmare lifted from Discordia’s mind, allowing her to return to the waking world. When she did, it was to find some hungry predator gnawing away at one of her legs, which she promptly blasted with a bit of magic as she got up.

“Dam that daughter of mine,” she said as her leg repaired itself, looking across the field in which she had been left and sighing. “She’ll be too far gone now, and I must get back, I will need to work quickly to repair the damage she has done.”

Her horn lit up, and the world shimmered around her, the open field being replaced by the cavern which was the entrance to the home of her chosen. She started walking, intending on heading to the chamber that held the rest of her birth children till she was stopped by the sight of one of her chosen running toward her, a look of glee stretched across her face.

“Mother Discordia, thank the elements you arrived, Daughter Nymph thought you might not make it for her birthing.”

Discordia looked confused for a moment, and then her eyes widened as understanding washed over her. “You mean Nymph is giving birth today, are you sure?”

“Her water has broken, and her contractions have started, so we are pretty sure it is happening today.”

Discordia squeed, giving the mare a quick peck on the cheek before trotting off, this time making her way to the cave that housed the first, and therefore the oldest of the chosen. They were the ones who had first answered the call of her song, and Nymphadora, the oldest of them by far, held a special place in the chaos goddess’s heart.

She made it to the last cave, arriving just as she heard a cry of pain, running inside and seeing Nymph lying on the bed and sweeting like crazy, her legs spread wide apart for the birthing.

“Mother…” said Nymph, reaching out to her as the larger mare came over to nuzzle her. “I so glad you’re here, I…I was afraid you wouldn’t…”

“I would never miss this,” said Discordia softly, running her hoof through the young mares hare as she spoke. “This is a blessing among our people, for you are finally ready to give birth to new life.”

Nymph nodded, and then screamed as a contraction rocked her body, Discordia grabbing her hoof in comfort as the other mare moved in front of her open legs.

“Is she ready Earthen?”

“She is mother.”

“Then push Nymph, bring your little filly into the world.”

Nymph screamed, pushing with all her might as she gripped onto the bed and onto Discordia’s hoof before she collapsed upon the bed, panting and shaking.

“Very good Nymph, I can see the head, now I need for you to push for me again ok?”

“I…I can’t…”

Discordia moved then, lifting up her other hoof and clutching Nymphs, her horn beginning glow, which Nymph noticed. “No mother,” protested Nymph, “you mustn’t!”

“You are in no condition to protest Nymph,” said Discordia harshly, “this life is coming now, so let me take on your pain, I can handle it.”

Nymph looked hesitant but finally nodding, waiting till she felt the gentle touch of Discordia’s magic before giving another push.

The effect on Discordia was instantaneous, sweat beginning to drip down her body as the pains of Nymph’s birthing coursed through her, making her shake as the mare kept on pushing.

But Discordia knew it was for the best, for without her help Nymph would probably die without her. While yes, Nymph was thousands of years old, Discordia’s magic caused any who she blessed to age at an extremely decelerated rate, stopping at about the age of thirty. For Nymph and the others of the first, who were the ones Discordia had tested the spell on, the deceleration had been far worse, to the point that Nymph was the age equivalent of a twelve year old.

Nymph gave one final push, Discordia actually crying out as the pain coursed through her, and then Nymph collapsed, the sounds of a foal wailing filling the room as Earthen rose to her hooves.

“You did it Nymph,” said Earthen, using her magic to clean the foal before presenting it to her mother.

“So beautiful,” said Nymph, holding the black furred foal in her forelegs before looking at Discordia, and presenting the foal to her. “Will you name her…mother…?”

“No child,” said Discordia sweetly, “that is an honor only you can have, not I.”

“Very well…” said Nymph tiredly, pulling the filly back to her before speaking again, “I will call her All Star.”

Discordia nodded, nuzzling the mare sweetly as she kissed the little foal, and then looking up to see Earthen pulling on her wing.

“What is it my child?”

“Mother, I know I am probably being too bold, but the others will want to see her now, after all it’s…it’s been ages since we have had a new one born to us.”

“I understand,” said Discordia, “but that is for the mother to decide young Earthen.”

Earthen nodded, and then moved to sit beside the bed, giving Nymph a pleading look as she spoke. “Please great sister, can you please let us show her to the others, so they may be blessed with her presence at last.”

“Of course little sister,” said Nymph sweetly, before turning back to Discordia with a smile. “Mother, I have one more request of you.”

“Anything my child.”

“If it pleases thee, could you be the one who presents her to the others, I am afraid I am too tired to do it myself.”

“Of course dear Nymph, I would be honored to present her before them.”

She then took the foal within her magic, floating it over and cupping it in one of her wings against her chest, before giving Nymph one final nuzzle of affection. “See you soon,” she said, and then she turned and left, followed closely by Earthen as she pranced about them, excited about the events that were to come.

Outside in the great cavern, Sweetie Belle watched the gathered throng gossip happily from her cushioned seat, turning to one of her many “companions” and speaking to him.

“Grim, could you please tell me again why we are here, though I do remember it was something important.”

“Yes indeed Mother Sweetie Belle,” said Grim Harvest, his charcoal black eyes gazing upon her with reverence as he spoke. “This is indeed a tremendous occasion, for Elder Sister Nymphadora is finally giving birth.”

“Elder Sister,” said Sweetie skeptically, “what sort of title is this?”

“Oh,” said Grim as he faced hooved, “very sorry Mother Sweetie Belle, I forgot you are not used to our customs. The title of Elder Sister, or Elder Brother in case of the males, is reserved for the ponies who first answered our mothers call, the oldest and wisest of us.”

“I see, and this makes them important?”

“Of course it does,” said Grim, “they are the only ones Discordia allows to indoctrinate the new bloods, the only ones. Hell, it was Nymphadora who indoctrinated me.”

“Really,” asked Sweetie, “how long ago was this?”

“Only two hundred years after her own indoctrination if I recall correctly,” said Grim with a smile, “the things she could do with her mouth.”

“But she would have still been a filly then,” said Sweetie, knowing the effects of Discordia’s blessing due to the older mare having told her in great detail.

“She may have a young body Mother Sweetie Belle,” said Grim, “but even back then, Nymphadora was a wellspring of sexual knowledge.”

“I see,” said Sweetie Belle again, “and…and what are Discordia’s feelings toward these…Elder Siblings of ours.”

“She is as devoted to them as they are to her, for they are her tethers, the ones who keep her from slipping beyond this plane.”

Outwardly, Sweetie Belle nodded with understanding, but inwardly her mood darkened. Though she would never admit it, Sweetie’s affections for Discordia had been growing at an alarming rate, turning into a full blown obsession, though she did not know it. She hated the idea of ponies who Discordia cherished more than her, despised the idea that there were ponies who Discordia trusted with her life and soul besides her.”

“It’s not fair,” she thought, but she was distracted as Discordia walked out from one of the caves, the crowd rising as she lit up her horn to enhance her voice.

“My children, I know you are eager to hear how Elder Sister Nymphadora has fared, but first I sadly have some sorrowful news which must be shared. As you all know, my daughter Nyx has long held a deep resentment for our practices, and last night…she turned her back on us.”

There were many gasps from the throng, and many more outbursts of shear disbelief, especially from the rare few Nyx had…touched.

“I know this must come as a shock to you all, but I am afraid it is the truth. She has betrayed us, siding with those who would keep us from resurrecting my sister Harmonia, but we will deal with her treachery latter. As you all know, Nymphadora has been pregnant for some time, and just moments ago she gave birth.  So it is with great honor that I, Discordia Chaotica, here by present before you all, the filly All Star!”

She raised the filly over her head, and all around Sweetie Belle the crowd rose like a massive tied, whooping, hollering, and cheering. And as they cheered, Sweetie Belle watched as the magic that connected all of Discordia’s children reached out to the filly, wrapping her up in comforting warmth which caused her to giggled, till finally she was placed once again within Discordia’s protective wing as she raised her hoof for silence.

“Thank you all, it gladdens my heart to know that you are all willing to embrace this new life, which brings me to my next bit of good news. Tomorrow night is the night of the red moon, a night of blood and rebirth, and on this night, I wish you all to gather within the resurrection chamber to participate in a most glorious ceremony. For tomorrow night, when the sun, moon and planet are all in alignment, my other daughters will be awakened from their ageless slumber!”

If the cheering of the mob had been loud before, the roar which erupted from all of them was deafening. They all knew of Discordia’s other daughters, for they were the ones Nyx had kept safe when Discordia had vanished, the ones many of which had never even seen.

“I can’t believe it,” whispered Grim with an air of reverence, “she’s finally going to bring them back.”

“Brining who back?”

“Her daughters,” said Grim, “Nyx’s sisters who are the genetic opposites to Harmonia’s own. If Discordia is bringing them back, it means she is finally ready to begin The War of the Lost One’s once again.”

While this was also an unfamiliar term to Sweetie Belle, she no longer wished to ask, her mood darkening even more as the crowd began to disperse.

“I need to speak to Discordia…NOW!”