Dieter was leaving Canterlot for the second time when Celestia confronted him. When Dieter looked back, he found that it had always been inevitable. Their incompatible ideologies and his coarse nature always meant that she was eventually going to go after him for it. Celestia stood resplendent with her white fur and ethereal mane. Her royal regalia gleamed. Dieter wasn’t impressed. Very few things impressed him, simply because he was indifferent to beauty and glory. What was the point? Everything would eventually die.

“Oberführer Dieter Heinrich of the Waffen-Shutzstaffel, you are under arrest for the illegal killing of animals, the verbal abuse of royals, and contempt against the crown.”Celestia spoke loudly. She glanced at several of her guardsponies. “Take him.”

Dieter sighed. He had consistently demonstrated his capabilities, and the fact that he was willing to kill. These creatures always seemed to give him an excuse to kill more of them. He drew his knife, his face set in an expression of logical, emotionless concentration. He really didn’t care how many he had to kill. They attacked him, and they would face the consequences.

Four guardsponies charged Dieter. He noticed that their movements were hesitant, reluctant. They were afraid of him. Dieter almost smiled. Fear was natural when facing a superior warrior. Dieter capitalized on their fear. He was a blur. The Dieter drove the knife through the eye of the first guardspony, who cried out in agony as his eyeball was punctured. He collapsed, dead. Dieter wrenched the knife out, and pivoted. He drove the knife through the next guardspony’s jugular, sending blood spewing all over the street. He broke the leg of the third with a well aimed kick, and stomped on his throat, snapping his spine. Dieter rounded on the last pony, who stared up at him with fearful defiance. Dieter grabbed the guardspony’s head and wrenched it a hundred-and-eight degrees, snapping his neck. All the guardsponies were dead. The civilians had fled, and the street was completely smeared with blood. Ichor ran through the cracks between the cobblestones, and seeped into the ground beneath. It had taken twenty seconds. Dieter glanced at his blade. It was covered in gore up to the hilt. He cleaned it on a dead guardpony’s fur. It was blatant disrespect for the dead.

Celestia was shocked into stillness. She was barely breathing, and her eyelids were fluttering as if her brain was having a hard time processing input. Dieter knew that look. Celestia was shell-shocked. Dieter was surprised it had taken that little to send into stress. He shrugged, indifferent as always. He gave her a mock salute, arm parallel to the ground, and walked back towards the Everfree forest.

Dieter had been walking in random directions for some time. He was trying to reach Germaney. He hoped that it would be similar to Germany, simply because of the similarities within the names. He had had enough of the ponies, weak and pathetic. Dieter hoped he would never have to put up with them again. Their ideals of love and tolerance above all else had no place in a dark and dangerous world. Dieter knew that their nation would likely collapse soon, simply because they did not take initiative. The weak would perish, the strong would survive.

Dieter was slightly annoyed when he emerged at Ponyville. Why was it that he always emerged at some sort of Pony settlement? He wished that the maps were more adequate. The maps that the ponies used were more pieces of art than useful directions. He had a better chance marching randomly than he did using one of their maps. Dieter was about to turn back into the forest when he heard yelling from within town. Dieter certainly didn’t care if the citizens were dying, but he was curious as to what was happening.

He strode into town. Many of the ponies began to shrink away from him, having heard that he was the one who had exterminated the Changelings. Dieter ignored them, focusing instead on where the yelling was coming from. He saw what seemed to be a combination of eagle and lion. Dieter knew what it was. It was a griffin. It was yelling at Rainbow Dash, and accosting every living thing in sight. Dieter stared at it in cold offhanded interest. Griffins were supposed to be warriors. Perhaps it would be worth talking to. The griffin suddenly spun to face him. It laughed.

“Is this another one of your dweebish friends, Rainbow Crash?”
Dieter was amused. This thing had the audacity to insult him?

“…Gilda…” Rainbow Dash’s tone was one of worried warning. She had seen the violence with which Dieter could operate.

Gilda swept up to Dieter.
“Scram little guy, or I might hurt you.” She said, prodding him with her talons.

Dieter looked at her with indifference. “Do not touch me.”

Gilda scoffed loudly, bumping him again with her talon. “Or what?”

Dieter suddenly brought his hand up and caught her talon in his fist. With a quick twist, he snapped the limb. Gilda shrieked in agony. Dieter rounded to her side, where her wings were beating frantically. He pulled out his knife, and slashed downwards, almost completely severing the wing from her body. Gilda fell on her side. Dieter pressed down on her throat with his boot. He placed his knife to her carotid, preparing to end her there and then.

“Stop!” screamed Rainbow Dash.

Dieter paused. He didn’t pause because he pitied Gilda. He didn’t even pause because Rainbow Dash asked him. He simply paused to draw it out.

“Okay, Gilda may be a jerk, but you can’t kill her because of that! All things deserve a second chance. In the name of decency, spare her. Please.”

Dieter smiled, his face taking on a wolfish aspect. He spoke with cold amusement, and Rainbow Dash found herself chilled by his expression.

“Chrysalis said the same thing, you know…” Dieter straightened his back. He sheathed his knife, and everyone gathered there gave a collective sigh of relief. He drew his luger. “I shot her. Since the same argument is used, the method death will be the same.”

Dieter leveled the pistol at Gilda’s forehead. She looked up defiantly. Dieter was satisfied. At least this one had guts. He pulled the trigger. The bullet punched through the skull, shattering the bone and opening a hole in Gilda’s head the size of his fist. The bullet went through the brain, pulping it with sheer force. It went through the back of the skull. It didn’t stop. The bullet continued forth, and puched through Gilda’s throat, severing the spinal cord. Brain matter and blood seeped into the earth. Gilda had died instantly, her face frozen in a death scream. She had only shown fear when Dieter pulled the trigger. It was likely involuntary, as her mental defenses shut down in death. The body continued to twitch for some time. There was silence.

Dieter looked around, his face set in emotionless calm. The ponies began to edge away from him. They didn’t run, afraid of catching his attention. Rainbow Dash was speechless. Gilda had been her friend at one point. Now she was dead. Rainbow Dash hovered, frozen by shock.

“Can your friendship do that?” Dieter spat in contempt.

Author's Note

Special thanks to Nuggetmanu2 for his proofreading and ideas. Thanks to the readers for their support. Feel free to comment, your opinion is valued here!