Some Letters to Celestia

Dear Princess Celestia,

You know how much I hate that I love you? I want to be detached from you emotionally, but that is just an impossibility. From the way you try to care for your subjects as I slowly kill them off, whether it be directly under my blade, or indirectly from starvation, disease, or other more feral reasons. My life would be so much easier if it didn't hurt me to see you cry, if it didn't hurt me to see you hurt. I, I can’t apologize for my doings, and I definitely can’t stop, but please at least take solace in this. You will see your subjects and your loved ones in the heavens soon enough.

I drink so much now, just thinking about everything I've done, the families I've crushed, the lives I've ruined, and the worst part is, is that I am just beginning. Do you know what it’s like to be haunted by conscience, my dear Princess Celestia? I know I have made myself out to be a sociopath, but that isn't true. I feel like any other sentient being. The blood on my hands is too much to carry, and the burden from doing this is just so, so difficult to carry.

My dreams...I see her. I see her in her beauty, I see her in her prime. Cadence, the first pony I ever loved, and would ever marry. But that was never to be, and I was okay with that. Shining Armor was a good stallion, a dead stallion now, but a good stallion. I see Cadence walking towards me, a smile on her face, but I am covered in blood. A knife in my hands, and the bodies of the ponies I have slain near me. They’re covered in wounds, whispering to her the evil things I have done. From crucification to torture to the mutilations and devourings. Cadence does not charge, she does attack me, she simply disappears, and I awake. It is hell to suffer the same dreams, to lose your one and only true love over and over again. “But one must move on.” isn't that what I always say?

I mentioned Shining Armor’s demise, but I can assure you, it was not by my hand, but by his own. A tear trickles down my face, in grief for his demise, but happy for Cadence; because in the heavens, she will reunite with her love. I am left alone though, nothing tying me to this world. Well, there is one thing. With Cadence and Shining Armor both dead, the Crystal empire has fallen into anarchy. What kind of man would I be if I didn't attempt to restore order myself? They were hesitant at first, but some documents were found that left many pieces of estate to me, since Twilight and the rest of her family are dead.

I rule a small empire, about the size of Byzantine Isn't that something? It’s actually somewhat of a long story, how I became the ruler of this small land. There were two ponies that were going to take over the throne before I would even be able to convince them to allow my position on the throne one of whom had a criminal record. The other... Well let’s just say it’s difficult to be a ruler without a heart, or a tongue, or a brain, for that matter. Afterwards it was as simple as convincing them to allow a male, and human for that matter, into a position of royal authority. I called a favor in from a friend, and staged a fight with a dragon, which I won, and we paid him in...well that’s confidential. Since then, however, I have been able to lower taxes, and keep this empire a much safer land with a stronger military, and more prominent culture. They won’t want me off that throne. Not any time soon.

Being in this position of power, I was able to procure some information, mostly about Ponyville. You may want to tell Ms. Rarity that her sister has passed. As you know well, my dear Princess Celestia, this is a dark and corrupt world, and I decided I would do some work. I summoned Ms. Sweetie Belle to my chambers, promising some answers about what has been happening, and she was disappointed. I did explain to her, and I even provided some examples.

The torture chambers within the dungeons are impressive. Nearly every contraption of which you could think is in here. From iron pokers and daggers, to an iron maiden fit specifically to hold ponies. I strapped her down on a stone slab, and began to strap poles to her limbs. These iron poles were attached to a very special apparatus, which I am very happy I was able to use. It would spin her legs around, shattering nearly every bone in them, and that’s exactly what I did. The crackling, and snapping of limbs as they span round, and round, and round. She had fainted by this point, as any normal filly would, but that’s why we keep adrenaline in our dungeons. She awoke quickly after I pierced her chest with the syringe. The first thing she saw was me, and a white hot iron poker. I used a jaw breaker to shatter her jaw, and break, if not completely destroy, all of her bottom teeth. Then I held her mouth together, and slowly sealed it shut.

She struggled for oxygen until she realized she could breath through her nose. All she could feel was pain, but I thought it wasn’t enough. I have done some disgusting things in my life, but never to a child; that changed that day. I cut a small hole in her chest, then stuck a suction tube in the hole. I inserted the other end into her eye socket, out of which the eye had been taken. She drowned in her own blood. It was a sight to behold.

In other news, the carnival has taken a more permanent location, just outside of your palace. Also, I expect Ms. Rarity, or Ms. Rainbow Dash to break from your custody, lest you keep this a secret from them. But we both know that is not in your nature, is it, my dear Princess Celestia? Either way, another death, and I have decided I am not going to return the body of this one. Try to have a good day. I will attempt to ward away any nightmares.

With all due respect,

Julius