Some Letters to Celestia

by AlphaPinkie

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Human, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 11245

A killer is out and about, and he has a fancy of disturbing Celestia

a man is sending letters about how he has been murdering Celestia's subjects, who will be next?

Thanks to Yoda249 for editing and proofreading chapter two and the other chapters that are yet to be made, be sure to check him out.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-22 13:13:31 UTC

A Letter To Celestia

Dear Princess Celestia,

I know you have been waiting for your dear Twilight Sparkle to respond to your many heart warming and somewhat worried letters, but I regret to inform you that she will not be able to respond to you, at least not a very long time, or ever for that matter. She has been in my home within Manhattan for the past few days now, and I thought I owed as much as to tell you how she died. Allow me at least one spoiler it was slow and painful. Even now I fantasize about eating the leftovers from the final blow, but allow me to be more specific about what happened.

It was quite dark, I have never been much of a fan of having lights on when torturing. Did you know Twilight had quite the colorful vocabulary. She was screaming profanities, and that's all she did, well at least when she wasn't begging for mercy. Oh look at me getting off topic again. Alright I am being serious now it was quite dark and she tied up with some chains they were rusty mind you I couldn't let her be to comfortable. She was laying on a little wooden board perfect for her size, and had to trim her horn, well I didn't trim it as much as I took a bone saw and slowly slicing through the bone. Her screams were invigorating and there was a small amount of blood. I wish I could tell you the pain she was feeling, but I do remember something she said and I believe it was about you.

"Princess Celestia will have you killed, you piece of villainy." She said. Calling me villainy, oh she is delusional, well maybe I am a villain, but I do not feel like talking about psychology in this letter, but maybe another time. I believe she also said something about me being tortured for my crimes, I don't remember the exact words all I remember is finally slicing through her horn and smashing stub with a hammer. It looked it caused some tremors in the little mare.

She started screaming again so I stitched her lips shut, now that is a funny story. While I was stitching her lips shut, so she would be quiet you actually sent a letter to her. I read it and it had something to do with you coming to Ponyville and checking her because she had responded to any of your letters in the recent past, so I decided before I finished stitching her lips shut I would chop that scroll up and make her eat it. She refused at first but after a few strikes from the trusty hammer she ate it. The paper cut her tongue and she started crying again, so I started stitching again. It took me about five minutes to finish the job, and it was bliss their was no noise. Their were tears, but at least their was no noise. Oh and the blood, she was bleeding quite extravagantly and it was getting everywhere. I had to punish her for bleeding of course, so I took out my ball point hammer and broke her nose. She started bleeding more, but I decided not to punish her, for it would be in vain at this point. I believe she vomited inside her mouth. Not just a little spit up; she was full vomiting like you would if you had the influenza, and of she ate of it. That disgusted and I am the one who caused the travesty.

I bandaged her up to help stop the bleeding, and then I was just staring at her. I don't know the prospect of a unicorn is amazing to me let alone a talking one. I believe I sat there for about ten minutes, when I decided to make a sandwich. I didn't have any meat so I took some of the flesh off of Twilight's flank. Essentially I ate her cutie mark a side of cream cheese and earl grey tea. I am not a barbarian, although you think that from my mannerisms, but I am not. I was kind enough to off her a little salad, to which she refused. It probably had something to with her inoperable mouth, but I would have used a knife and cut the stitches so she could eat, and my have let her keep her mouth open. It is so rude to deny something when you are a guest in someone home, but I forgave her, for I could she was in pain.

After I finished my sandwich, and drank my tea which was very good by the way. I believe I took a new tool I had only recently obtained from Canterlot of all places! It was telescope from Luna's observatory, and I started to beat her with it. Now, I didn't smack it across  her face I have sense of imagination. I believe I shattered the glass and glued the shards down the sides of the telescope and hit her in the freshly skinned and raw flank with it. Oh she was sobbing by that point, I can't believe she is so weak, but never mind that. She started to bleed even more on my nice carpet; your student is so rude Princess Celestia, how could you ever teach a unicorn like this. I was forced to once again bandage her wounds and then clean my carpet, which I then had to put some towels down so she wouldn't bleed all over the place.

I was getting bored by this point so I stuck her leg to a portable heater, turned it on max, and then took a nap. It was only a catnap mind you I was up in about an hour, but by then she had broken her stitches and was screaming. I guess I was slightly less nonchalant than I would like to admit when addressing this. I took the heater away of course and looked at the would. Easily third degree burns, which was exactly what I was looking for. It looked like she had been bathing for a long time that is who wrinkled she was. The fur was completely burned of course leaving only charred flesh which is how I know this.

The burnt flesh started to smell so I decided to give her a little bath. With a small of course! I couldn't let her enjoy some peace, I filled up the tub with some citrus acid and threw her in there with her above the water so she wouldn't drown. I had to stick a rag in her mouth so she didn't bite off her own tongue and choke on it. I believe I let her soak for a few minutes and she did smell much better although I believe may have been in slightly more pain than I expected, for she was passed out when I dragged her out of the tub. I guess that is why she was so quiet.

I dragged her back down into my basement and tied her up of course, for if she was loose alive today. You know what I may as well tell when I received her. It was actually in Canterlot I was the strange creature in your throne room assisting you carry a few things around and handle some errands in the castle. I believe your words were that I was quite intelligent and strong, and I thank you for that compliment Princess Celestia. I saw Twilight with and I thought wouldn't it be fun to kill her I mean it would bring physical pain to Twilight and Emotional pain to you. A win win situation in my book. So I started talking to her and you at the same time actually you sent us to Manehatten on an errand, and we went of course. I would like to say though we did make the errand on our way in, but then I drugged her and carried her into my home. Now you are caught up with the events of how she ended up here.

Now, what I did next you are probably going to find somewhat cruel and possibly disgusting I can't put words in your mouth. I mean you probably have servants for that. See, I can be funny to. A murderer, an errand boy, and a comic who would have known. Oh look at me getting off topic again, I chopped her tail off and drained the blood into a large gallon bucket, before welding the wound shut so she wouldn't bleed anymore. I proceeded to put the blood in two wine glasses and took a small sip. It was sweet like cherries, but yet it was bitter like alcohol. Would it be safe to assume you bleed cherry wine? In all seriousness though I started drinking and I offered her a sip, and she refused. I was done with her refusal of my generosity I forced it down her throat. Glass after Glass of her own blood going down her gullet, and it was quite the site to see her squirm as I poured it down. She started crying and vomiting again, but I couldn't let her start vomiting again so I drove a nice large iron bolt through her lips so they could not be opened. She ate her vomit once again, but there was not nearly as much of it as the first time which was a relief for me, and think a bit happy she didn't eat a ton of it again. Then again however the emotions were conflicted with iron spike being driven through her lips which I proceeded to remove as she screamed more.

After that fiasco I decided to practice a new art I had learned. I am not much of a drawer, but I decided to have some fun, and try to draw your precious Twilight using a small scalpel as my pen and her chest as my paper. It was going well till she started squirming and screaming again. What is with Twilight and screaming she hadn't her fate yet is quite hilarious considering how intelligent she is. I may have distorted her nose making her look like somewhat of an alien, but oh well the rest of it looked well and good. I decided to keep my little art piece and use the scalpel and skin her chest. I started by making a small incision around the top of her chest and slicing ever so slowly around the carving. I actually managed to do it without her squirming, to which of course she was praised with the option of picking her next torture.

Twilight picked the all popular breaking of bones, which is fun for me and painful for her. This was when I got to show her my sledgehammer and started by shattering her leg into hundreds of pieces. The look on her face was priceless a mix of pain and surprise because told that it was more than likely I would just smash her mouth, but honestly I don't understand how having your jaw broken is worse than your leg. I continued to break the rest of her limbs, and she looked strange and distorted as if she was a plush toy with the broken pieces of bone being her stuffing.

I then told her that she was nearly done, but I would have to remove her eyes. I produced two of my favorite little toys two needles. I lightly and carefully stabbed her eyeballs with them and took them out like meatballs. The only problem was the muscle connecting the eyes to the brain which I cut with a small blade I had on the moment. I was feeling tired at that point and decided to it would quite hilarious if I started pouring salt into her eye sockets. She squirmed and screamed, but you understand she is a weakling.

I was tired of her to be perfectly honest, so I decided to be generous, and take blade and slit her neck. She bled out shortly after.

So Princess Celestia, I have killed your student and you are partially to blame for trusting someone like me. I know I am likeable, but you shouldn't trust just anyone you see. I hope you have fun finding me, we could make a game of it, but that is for another time.

With all due respect,

The Human You Hate.

Can Honesty Bleed?

Dear Celestia,

I feel no solace in saying that I have been forced to leave Manehatten and my home in search of a safe place to carry out my work. I have decided however that I would not devour the body of your student, because I too have felt the pain of losing a loved one, and I would like for you to have a funeral for Twilight Sparkle. She was truly a creature to behold, and it truly was a shame she had to die in such a matter, but we can't dwell on the past we must make way for the future. You have most likely figured this out by now, but I was kind enough to leave you some bits to help fund the funeral. These bits came out of my pocket, and feel no need to repay me, unless you want to of course. Oh my Princess Celestia how you must detest me for what I have done to you and to Twilight, and the worst part is, is that you know exactly who killed her. You have seen my face, you have seen my legs, and you have seen my arms. You have also heard my voice, and now when you have Twilights' body you feel regret that you ever trusted me. You also now know what I am capable of, but this is not the true reason I am sending this letter. I wished to send my condolences to the family and to her friends before I got on with my point, well at least most of her friends.

I believe it would be safe to assume you know the Earth pony Applejack? She was in my care a few days ago, and she quite enjoyed herself, at least that is what I saw in her eyes. Oh Applejack's eyes how they glisten like diamonds in the light. Her orange fur stained with blood and her rough skin being shattered ever so slowly. Her voice was very smooth. She truly as southern belle of a pony, and that is just what I like. A hard working pony, a tough pony, and a pony that can take a beating.

I can't take full credit for her death though. A good friend of mine who's name I refuse to relinquish assisted me in the kidnapping of her. I could not have gone back to Canterlot or Ponyville. That would be most impudent considering the sorrow I have brought to these places. So I had that pony go there for me, and borrow the young Applejack indefinitely.

So, now I shall get to the point. I dragged her into this carnival tent. There were no lights other than a few candles that I kept lit in there to help thin the smell of blood, and she was nailed to a crucifix. I was feeling like doing something fun, so I decided crucifixion would be the best route. Her hooves were neatly nailed into the splintered wood, and her head was constrained by an iron bar bolted into the wood. This was also not a very tall crucifix mind you. I was able to look her straight in the eye when I did all these things to her.

You know something that I love to hear my princess? I love to hear the crunching sound of a large iron spike penetrating bone. There is nothing like it. That and the sharp screech emanating from her mouth is just the greatest sound for you to hear. It sounds to me as if the greatest of Octavia's cello pieces were merged together in a sound that would rival a god's voice. Oh the blood as well. While there is not as much of it from just puncturing through bone the little bit there is is just he most beautiful crimson red.

I stared at her for a long while before I produced my favorite blade. It is a steel blade with a handle made from mahogany, and it slices through just about everything like butter. I set my blade to her flank and took but a miniscule amount off of her. I was slow and careful of course. I could not take off to much flesh. I slowly made the incision and then sliced around letting small amount of sweet crimson blood hit the ground right before a thin sheet of flesh did. This cut was nothing more than the deepness of a light scrape when you fall over which is nothing to die over, so I decided to cut another lay of skin off. Slowly I made another incision, and she was crying at this point. I could not tell what hurt worse. The spikes driven through her hooves or the slow skinning of her flank. I continued slicing layer after layer of paper thin flesh off her flank till I could see muscle and she was bleeding no more, but still sobbing. Her face looked like that of a child who fell off a swing set or something of that matter. Innocent, but still I could only assume in horrendous and agonizing pain.

It was supposed to be fun though, so I gave her a little game to play. I told her she had to hold two one hundred pound rocks by her legs, if she could do it she would feel very little pain, but if she could not these rocks would stretch her legs and break every bone in her legs, as well as making the wound that spikes had opened much larger. In short she was not able to hold these boulders. In long, she lasted about a minute or two and then I heard the cracking of bone and that amazing scream again. I saw that crimson blood spurt from her legs as it drove the spikes all the through her hooves and deeper into her legs. It was quite the spectacle, and I wish you could have seen it Princess Celestia.

I was forced to remove the boulders before it ripped her torso from her head which was quite the disappointment. She was begging for mercy, so I decided I would do something that I have never actually done before. I took my knife and a brick, and walked slowly walked up to her. She closed her eyes, and kept her mouth shut, so I did what any sane man would do and broke her jaw with the brick in my hand. Unable to close her jaw I took my blade and quickly cut out her tongue.

You know something Princess Celestia? Applejack can be as rude as Twilight sometimes. She didn't even try to spray the blood in a different direction. Oh well, at least I learned not to wear nice clothes while doing these things.

I then took a blowtorch, and began to weld the wound shut. I could not have her bleeding out, at least not yet.

I was at a loss of what to do next, so I decided to take something randomly from my shack of tools. What I picked up was a favorite of mine. It was the whip of nine tails. The whip contained glass, shrapnel, and other such sharp and wicked things. I began lashing her with it and flesh came off as easy as a knife slices through butter. Flesh quickly began littering the ground around me, and I think I accidentally struck an artery, because she died moments later.

Princess Celestia I apologize for the shortness of this letter, but not much happened. I have removed her organs as well as her eyes, and have sent the body to Canterlot for burial. I hope to do this again soon.

With all due respect, the Human you are hunting.

The Crystal Empire Loses a Gem

Dear Princess Celestia,

I believe I should apologize for my inability to attend Miss Applejack's funeral, well you probably assumed I would not be there, because of circumstances I know you are aware of. I heard it was not open casket, which I must admit is a shame, because she had such a pretty face. Oh, how it does pain me to think of little Applebloom losing her big sister to the mysterious murderer. Oh and their grandmother, must be balling. I will be sure to send them my condolences in some bits or something. What kind of person would I be if I took something away from someone without paying them in any way. The answer is a bad one, but you think of me as evil anyway, so that's that.

Believe it or not, I have not touched any of your subjects as of late, but I did come across something disturbing that may or may not have come to your attention. I was in the Crystal Empire recently to pay my friend Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, and I believe I was the first her body too, because I found her in her quarters completely mutilated. I was aghast. I was planning on spending a night with her, as I do, or used to do quite regularly. No, I don't mean we have intercourse, or anything of that manner. I would dine with Shining Armor and Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, and stay in a guest chamber within the castle. I don't think they were aware of what I had done to Twilight or Applejack, because I was met in the city with open arms.

Oh Princess Celestia, the majesty you will find within the Crystal Empire. The streets are paved in glistening crystal sheets, and the ponies themselves are tinted in that color. Oh, but Celestia I know you know this, but I just can't help talking about it. Princess Celestia, when you catch me I must ask a favor. Would their be any way my execution could in be in the Crystal Empire. Set me up on a pike over all of the ponies there, and all the ponies from Canterlot and Ponyville, and all the lands come as well. We could make a grand festival of it. All the ponies from everywhere would come, and there would be food and games. The foals could throw stones at me, and the mares and stallions could buck in the ribs, or stab in the feet. I am quite fond of burning as a torture method. The smell of burning flesh is enough my mouth watering. Oh, and for my execution you could bring me up through the castle, and hang me upside down as you have pegasus after pegasus ram me in the stomach and head. You could always have them use blades to cut me up, and I can bleed to death. Would you prolong it? I mean, you could always keep me in the town center as you cause massive damage, and then you would close the wounds or heal the burns, and then do it again and again, until I finally died. Or, would you do it yourself. Oh wouldn't that be a site to see! The great Princess Celestia executing a enemy of the state herself, I wouldn't believe it unless I saw it.

Now, back to what I was talking about with Princess Mi Amore Cadenza. I found her in her quarters in quite a mess.

Now, before I go on, you will not charge for the murder of the Princess! She was my friend, and she has been my friend since I came to Equestria five years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was thrust into this world from my cozy home in New York, and it was terrifying. I was immediately thrown into a dungeon within the Crystal Empire, but then I met Shining Armor. He was a boring colt, but had his heart in the right place. We talked for hours a day, and he began giving much higher quality food than that of the average prisoner there.

One day we were all sent out to the courtyards for exercise as we were once a week. The two stallions that were imprisoned next to me new about the food he had been giving me, and were particularly cross with me. The first time I drew blood was this day. They both charged me, but before a guard could react to this I snapped ones neck, and then broke the jaw of the other. I did not see Shining Armor again until a year later, when he told me I was free to go. He led me out of that horrid dungeon, and that's when I met the lovely Princess Mi Amore Cadenza. She was beautiful, oh so beautiful. Her beauty could not compare to that of any creature from the lands that I come from. A few months later after I had been released, I ended up talking to her. It started as a casual conversation, but dragged on for hours. This was when I learned that Shining Armor and herself were married. This crushed me, but I was persistent to at least have a friend.

Princess Celestia, I never really had any friends back where I came from. I was that soul that people wanted to make fun of. I was relentlessly bullied as a child, and my parents were not exactly kind to me. I was beaten, and on one occasion molested. That however is a conversation for another letter.

Me and Princess Mi Amore Cadenza talked and stayed in touch for two years before I moved away to Manehatten, but we still wrote to each other.

Dammit! I keep going on tangents, I need to keep my brain on track while I write this, because there is not much time left before I must leave. The body, oh the body of my beloved Princess Mi Amore Cadenza was left in ribbons. There were long scars running horizontally from her flank to her head. There seemed to be acid burns on her face making it nearly undefinable. She was missing her hooves as well, and she also had a wing removed, but it looked like it was ripped off by hand. It looked like there were organs missing considering how unnaturally thin she was, but that is just a guess. Autopsies are still being conducted.

Now, I promise you, I will help you find this man, but you have to promise me something, just as I will promise you something. While this man or woman is loose in this country, you will not hunt me down, just as I won't kidnap and kill any of your subjects until this man is custody, or has been caught by me. So Celestia, do we have a deal?

Alright, you are to go to a very special place that will help you capture this man. I may be there, or may not be, but please remember this agreement, if you have the capacity to honor such an agreement. This place is located in the Everfree Forest, and will only appear to you, if you need it to. Go alone, it will not appear with your guards standing around. Find a man named Milenko, and he will give you the information you need. He knows everything about everything. You may want to be careful when speaking with these people by the Princess, they are not the type that you would want to trifle with.

Sincerely, A man in Grief.

The Demise of Skill and Stupidity

Dear Princess Celestia,

I must say I must commend you on your work in apprehending that criminal. What was his name again; Dark Bloom? What a fitting name for an assassin, do you not agree my dear Princess Celestia? “Dark Bloom”, but what is blooming when there is no light for such bud to bloom? The answer is nothing, and that is exactly what he played on. Allow me to extrapolate, for I actually was able to have a conversation with him, before ever so graciously sending him right where your royal guard could find the little ball of winged scum.

We talked about his childhood, which was a horrendous, and yet strangely hilarious story that I may treat you with later, and we also talked about technique, and my dear Princess Celestia was his technique baffling in how elegant it was. He would do exactly as his name suggests, he would slip into the home or castle or whatever the case may be in the dead of night, but here is where it got strange. He claimed to go into the kitchen of wherever he was and steal one of their knives to commit his ghastly deed, but that wasn't all he took of theirs to commit his crimes, oh no that was the beginning. He would find the youngest he could, whether it was foal or an adolescent stallion or mare, it did not matter. He needed the youngest he could find; the weakest he could find. He would brainwash then hypnotize them with a strange device he called “The Stopper”, and I will get into the name in a moment. After they were nice and sedated they would go into a zombie like trance, and commit the murder. Before they regained consciousness their eyes would dilate, and would become paralyzed; awake and functional, but paralyzed. He would drag said bodies into a shed that was located in the barrios of Manehatten, and there he would keep the bodies in a confined area until they were brought into his home as slaves of either a sexual nature or as torture victims. Oh, and the mutilation. I can't forget that detail. Well actually it's not that big of a detail really. He mutilated the victims to simply remove the DNA from the zombie pony that committed the murder, so they wouldn't know exactly who was taken immediately. Also he would have DNA on the body from doing various things, so he of course had to remove it. Such a barbaric manner of doing it though, when you could simply use an alcohol and bleach solution. It sounds strange, but it works.

As for the ponies he brought back with him as slaves, well the torture and sexual torment was intense. It easily rivals that of John Wayne Gacy. You don't know who John Gacy is my dear Princess Celestia? Well, that is expected considering he is a murderer from my world, and has never set foot in yours, well at least not to my knowledge. Well in a nutshell he was a pedophile who raped and murdered thirty three young men and boys, but primarily boys under the age of seventeen. He would drive next to them in a police car, and flash a badge. After the badge was out the boys would get in, and then by morning be buried in a crawlspace underneath his house. “The Killer Clown” was his alias that others gave him. I hated him with every fiber of my being. I had one friend when I was growing up, and when I was only fourteen he was whisked away by John Gacy to a land of torture and rape. He is dead, and so is my innocence, but that is in the past. We only have the future to look forward to.

I apologize if I get tears on the parchment. I just can't stop tearing up thinking about him.

Where was I? Oh yes, torture methods. The only reason I know of his methods, is because I talked to him in his home in Manehatten, and it was quite tidy for his line of work. His blades were organized by length, and his rack was safely out of the way so no passerby could see it. He didn't have a home, but a mansion to the size of H. H. Holmes's mansion. Complete with one floor, being the top floor, built completely for torture and rape.

He actually told me specifically what he did with a specific victim, a Ms. Derpy Hooves. She was apparently misbehaving, so he strapped her down on his rack where he straps all his victims, and oh, it was a sight to behold, and anything any proper Princess would want in their dungeon, or do you ponies not practice capitol punishment and torture? Well, back on track, the rack was already stained in blood, but other than that it was in good shape. You would be strapped down with each limb being pointed up at a forty five degree angle, and spikes would be in place to inflict maximum pain, just in case the torturer wished so. The Table flipped on all Axises, so you could have the victim at any angle when working on the subject. It was brown and made from a fine wood that I can't put my finger on, and he would not reveal to me. Probably had something to do with how I had him strapped down, as I pryed this information from him, but oh well the wood type isn't important.

What is important is what he did to Ms. Derpy Hooves only but a week ago from when I got this information from him. He strapped her down, but did not set those beautiful steel spikes. He took out a knife, and made an incision through the wing cutting a large gash through the middle of her small wings, so her only escape was running, but he fixed that possibility rather quickly. He then took out some large heated iron rivets, and applied them into a holder that I may or may not have put in my bag to take with me. He proceeded to ever so slowly slide the rivets into the flesh, and then pushing much harder into the bone of Ms. Derpy Hooves hoof bones.

He claims to have grown aroused during the insertion of  the iron rivets, and proceeded to violate her sexually. He started by raping her traditionally, but then he claims to have gotten bored of her marehood, and produced the same knife that he had used to tear her wings. He inserted the knife into Ms. Derpy Hooves marehood, and well it simply turned into a bloody mess. Now my dear Princess Celestia, this is probably where it gets the most vulgar. He proceeded to drink the blood that was draining from Ms. Derpy Hooves's marehood, and then began raping her traditionally once again. He ejaculated inside her multiple times before taking a hot iron prod, and sealing the wounds inside of her, but subsequently sealing the hole leading into her marehood as well.

She apparently passed out from pain at this point, and he had no choice but to pump her full of some adrenaline. When Ms. Derpy Hooves was awake once again he took his knife, which oddly enough considering how many of other tools of torture he had, was his tool of choice.  He proceeded to mike a small incision in the side of Ms. Derpy Hooves, and it revealed her small and fragile rib cage, to which he did something quite vile to. He attached a Tesla coil, and a wire to her rib cage, and you can probably figure what happened next,sparks.

He was finished with her by this point, so he used a larger of his two blades, this one measuring to half of a short sword, and inserted it quite forcefully into her rectum, and let her bleed out.

How I got all this information you may ask my dear Princess Celestia? Well it is very simple actually. I used a technique that I had never used before; hoof burning. When a pony's foot is under the flame it's amazing what they will say. Oh the look of fear on his face as I crippled and castrated him. It was priceless. I am sorry however for sending him to your guards in such a mess; missing hooves and genitals and all.

I think I am going to play a little game with you my dear Princess Celestia. I am going to give you a letter, and for each letter you will be one step closer to finding and ending me. You could do it yourself without my hints, but that has proven unsuccessful. Your first letter is “C” by the way. Have fun.

With all due respect, the man whom obtained his vengeance.

Kindness Returned With Brutality

Dear Princess Celestia,

You have not a clue how relieved I am that the killer that took Princess Mi Amore Cadenza is now in your custody. At least I presume he is in your custody. Be careful of that pegasus, he is quite the crafty fellow, but I don't know how much he can do without hooves. Oh, the conflicting emotions. The one friend I had here is dead, and the killer won't die by my hands. You may be wondering why I didn't kill him myself. Honestly I don't even know. I suppose I assumed that he would be worse off in your dungeon than in my hour or two of torture. Truthfully after this I thought about quitting my art, and turning myself in, but then I remembered what I have to do. I don't enjoy it that much anymore, due to the prize that is no longer within the grips of reality.

Also I regret to inform you that there will be no proper funeral for Ms. Derpy Hooves due to her corpse being, well consumed. I got a little drunk on the moonshine that pegasus kept in his residence, and then subsequently grew hungry, so I ate her. Pony flesh is so tender and delicious, you know.  Tastes very sweet, and yet it's so healthy-well, as healthy as meat can be. I believe I started with a flank, and oh my the sensation. Put some jerk on it for spice, and marinate in tequila. It sounds weird, but oh it is delicious. I decided to send this letter in a package, and when you open it their will be a little treat for you. Some nice Derpy steaks, believe me it will be the best thing you ever eat my dear Princess Celestia.

In my drunken spree, I did something I normally don't do, so there is actually a body to return. The dead body was so calm, and I guess I am a bit more chaotic when drinking, so I took a large cleaver, and removed her already mutilated hooves and wings. I then took a smaller blade, the one that he used to finish her off actually, and sliced up the length of the legs, and started drinking that delicious, delicious blood. Oh the blood, it tastes just like cherry wine, only rich in iron and other vitamins and minerals, so it's definitely healthy. I decided I would also take some organs, primarily the intestines home with me to use in my brand new torture chamber. That's right, I now have a torture chamber in a location that I can't disclose to you, for your own safety, and mine. Oh I really need to stop drinking. Do they have alcoholics anonymous in Equestria? Probably not, oh well.

I was able to get my hands on another pony recently, and I have decided not to kill her, but prolong everything. I decided to attempt to take a more psychological approach to this, instead of my usual physical one. I only do this because she interests me, and I don't want to kill her. At least not yet.

I believe her name was Fluttershy, yes, yes Fluttershy. I started physically with something very simple; a nice good old fashioned foot burning, or should I say hoof burning. Oh well, same thing. Oh, the smell burnt pony flesh is enough to get me aroused by itself, but add her wriggling and crying to it, the pleas for mercy, and just that she was so innocent made the domination and abuse all the sweeter. Oh little Fluttershy, never did a thing wrong in her life, loves her friends and animals, especially the animals, almost to an obsessive manner really. Also the chronic anxiety is strange for a pony, but I'm talking out my ass right now, I don't know much about pony psychology, only anatomy.

I thought I would try something I had never done before next. I recently obtained hoof screws I believe they were called. A play on the thumb screws from my world I presume, or they were made at the same time, either way they were fun to play with. A cold iron embrace around her two front hooves, and then twist, twist, and twist. The sound of the screws puncturing bone, and the tearing of flesh. She fainted after that, but it was no problem I simply left them there, embedded in her hooves.

I decided I would do something fun next. I cleaned up her hoof burns, and her hooves which I did fix whilst removing the screws. After they were in for a few hours, I could not let her rest of course. I proceeded to shave her for well, no real reason I thought it would be interesting at the time I guess. I took out two needles similar to something you would find puncturing an appetizer at any half respectable restaurant, but made of metal instead of the common wood in such establishments. I punctured both her eyes with the needles, and to see that face of intense pain after it had nearly disappeared was just an astonishing sight. I then pulled the eyes out of her sockets, and I decided it was time for some food considering I can't eat that often from a combination of moving, working, and figuring out how I am supposed to keep out of your radar, so I ate one, but I am not an ungrateful host, and insisted that she eat one as well, and let's just say I didn't take no for an answer.

You want to know something? Of course you don't, but I'll tell you anyway. I'm technically not supposed to be sending these letters as an order from a superior, but I can't help myself. Just the knowledge of what these things probably do to you; a combination of rage and sadness I would presume. Also to test you, to see if you can figure out who I really am, and where I am, which you finding out the latter would be an extreme oddity. My dear Princess Celestia, did you know that if you mix bleach alcohol and francium you get what we call an explosive, and guess who is being armed with them? Seriously guess, because I am not telling you up front.

Where was I-oh yes! The preparing of the fair pegasus Fluttershy for some experimentation. I continued to fill her eyes with large vinyl balls, and sealed them inside her sockets with a small blowtorch that I had kept around.

I think you need a history lesson my dear Princess Celestia. Alright, back in nineteen forty-two their was a case file that came from the Auschwitz death camp, and it detailed something very grisly. A German scientist, I can not remember his name right now, and I lost my copy of the file, but he had a Jewish man he was allotted a week to test a new chemical that was to be used for the Nazi war machine. The chemical named "Black Death", which funny enough was not an extraction of the bubonic plague from the dark ages in Europe, but a chemical that stopped the blood from flowing throughout the veins, and turned it to a black color. It would cause intense pain, but the problem, and why it wasn't used in World War Two, was that it took a week for it to kill, and it did not take effect fast enough. It took two days for the first symptoms to pop in, which were fatigue and muscle soreness. On the fourth headaches and general pain throughout the body. On the sixth day the subject would faint randomly, and the pain was greatly intensified. On the seventh the blood truly blackened completely, and it became rock hard. Veins would burst and skin would rupture, and they would bleed from every orifice they had. This chemical was never used against the Allied forces, but it was used randomly on Jewish prisoners, and for punishment. They would put it in select prisoners' food, and you know the rest.

I do not plan on using this exact chemical on the fair pegasus Fluttershy, but a variation on the chemical. What the variation that I like to call "Sleep" does is that it causes paralyzation, but it uses nano bots that I programmed myself, that are also injected so I can adjust sensitivity to the chemical, and how sensitive nerve endings are in general. From these nano bots I could also release "Black Death" into her veins, but no one would want that, not even me, but everyone needs a contingency plan.

The chemical worked by the way, and the fair pegasus Fluttershy is unable to move. Still very concious, but is incapable of any movement whatsoever.

With her blind, and unable to move I was finally able to start my experimentation. I started with removing the wings, and injecting her with another chemical that should disable her sense of smell, and I essentially killed her nerve endings, so she can't feel. She has no senses other than hearing right now.

I left her like this for a few days, and she lost all color in her face, and I set her up with a little piece of technology that allowed her to speak for a moment, and the only words she could utter to me was "Kill me" in the softest voice. I could not oblige, however, it was so adorable to see her suffer.

Well my dear Princess Celestia that is essentially all that has happened, so as for your hint "H". This was fun, and I hope we can do it again soon.

New Ruler, Dark Intentions

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

When Generosity is No More

Dear Princess Celestia,

The throne within the castle within the Crystal Empire is very soft. Velvet lined, and filled with only the finest fleece from the finest of animals. Purple and garnet cloth cover it, and the throne itself is made from gold and diamonds. It shines in the sunlight that cascades from the crystal sun roof, but you could assume it's made from crystal, just like nearly everything within this empire. Well...I did end up moving the official throne room as well, because the original throne was made from crystals, and that is just...well not me. I commissioned a new one to be made, in a special addition to the castle that I also had commissioned. Well...I guess I had a few rooms added to fit my needs better, the chambers in which Sweetiebelle was murdered just would not do for stronger, older ponies. I essentially had an underground fortress added to the castle. A small one, but still one. The throne chambers, are definitly my favorite of the additions though. Only I, and invited "guests" are allowed within those chambers. Paintings depicting all of the ponies I have slain, and the ponies that are to be slain are here, and they are quite well designed. A red carpet stretches from the stone entrance to the actual throne, and the floors are made from marble. My plan is slowly coming to fruition, but until then...well I'm not at liberty to spoil everything.

Ponyville is in a very sorry state, but you probably noticed that. From the fires that ravaged Sweet Apple Acres, that also took the life of one Macintosh, to the toxins released in their only water supplies. Ponyville is being abandoned due to your truly...well I had help, but...well...you'll learn everything soon enough.

One white furred purple maned unicorn made her way into the empire, and I invited her into my chambers. She of course came in willing, hoping to kill me, but as you can see from this letter, and your current head count, that you probably should have made, probably a month before you receive this letter.

She had a mouth on her, but I would expect that out of a pony that had lost her younger sister to a monster like me. Her voice was elegant, oh little Ms. Rarity, why did you have to come here, and force my hand to your throat. She was weak though, at least compared to Ms. Twilight Sparkle.

Her horn removal was easy enough, kept all my appendages, and didn't get stabbed in the back...unlike last time I contained a unicorn. I chained her to an iron chair parallel from me, because I did have questions for her, and I obtained some answers, not all, but some. I know some of your castle's weak points, and...well some points of insurgency. You should probably allocate more guards to Canterlot, and your castle...but won't that be hard with your near halved military force from your Changling invasion. That, and then you have people posted all throughout your cities for when I make a more public appearance.

Little Ms. Rarity's lips were not easy ones to move, my dear Princess Celestia. Stubborn little unicorn, but, as you know I have means of making her talk. I decided waterboarding would be fun, so cloth over the face, and well...not water. No it's not that either! I had some gasoline on standby, so I thought why not. I left her there for a few moments, gagging on her own tongue. Bring her to the brink of death, bring her back. Rinse and repeat, is a good phrase to describe what happened for the next...half hour I believe.

I drowned the information out of her, but I couldn't let her live. I moved her to the new, and improved torture chamber, and hooked her to a different more secure apparatus. I pulled out a pair of pliers, and began yanking teeth. Slowly wiggling it out with the pliers, and watching her squirm and scream, and lose that beautiful accent of hers to well...me. I only pulled about five teeth in this manner, but then I did something, that even I find deplorable looking back at it. I propped her mouth open with two metal sticks, and began placing razor blades in between her teeth, and dug them into her gums, as deep as I could. These blades were also attached to strings by the way, so pulling was not a challenge. I slowly slid them out, made sure that they pressured every nerve in her gums. I did have to stop the bleeding though, so she wouldn't bleed out on me, so I took a heated sheet of metal, and began welding the wounds together.

She was a mess covered in a crimson liquid at this point, so I began cleaning her with bleach. From the top of her head to toe. Her main ruined, her fur ruined, and her body...burning horribly, but at least the blood was gone.

Little Ms. Rarity does grow annoying though, from the crying, to the whining, to the well...I guess it's only the two, but it's a lot of the two.

I decided I would try a device that I only recently obtained, that is designed in such a way, to fit around the leg of a mare, and essentially break every bone in that leg. Pain is the only thing little Ms. Rarity knew for that time...well at least until she passed out from shock.

In the time that she was in a comatose state, I made a sandwich, and it was good. Bologna and pepper jack cheese, it was just to die for. I know it sounds simple to you, but doing all of this is a lot of work, I don't get a ton of sleep, and then I'm not able to eat very often. I only have the simple pleasures when it comes to food, and I am completely fine with this.

Rarity did awake eventually though, with a twisted around shattered and useless leg, but awake never the less. I took a a scalpel to her precious little face, and decided she needed some work done. I removed her nose, and burned shut the would. I also removed the eyelids, and an ear. Before closing the wound, I put some of the blood in a bucket, and forced the liquid down her throat. She vomited it up, but it was kind of entertaining to watch her attempt to stomach it.

At this point she was still able to talk, and shout profanities, and other things at me, so I decided to remedy the situation. I took a mallet, and took two swings to her mouth. She almost choked on the shattered teeth, and blood, but I made sure she didn't.

My dear Princess Celestia, you are an enemy of, and the cities you rule are enemies of the Crystal Empire, and I decided I would make this official with the public killing of Rarity, I dragged her from the pits of where she lay helpless, and cast her from the highest point of the castle. Your precious Rarity is now a stain on the cement.

This is a war, my dear Princess Celestia, a war that you are losing.

With all due respect,

Julius Markenser

Past Actions with Present Consequences

Dear Princess Celestia,

It has come to my attention that you have been signing out contracts to other races than your typical array of equines in guards attire. The only reason I know this, is because I recently found myself wandering through the Gryphon Kingdoms, which was definitely a good change of pace from the drab marshes, and dark cities of Queen Chrysalis's domain.

You know in retrospect, it probably wasn't a good idea to start spelling out to you where I was. I probably should have seen that invasion coming, because now I'm out a professional chamber to work in, and a little experiment named Ms. Fluttershy. Well, she was once a feeling creature, but not so much now. I don't know if your magic can cure her of it, but either way she was begging for death for about a week after I injected her with that chemical.

   My dear Princess Celestia, it truly was a shame that you lost so many good stallions and mares to that silly little invasion, where you were only hunting one man. It was also a shame that you had to lose one of your...Wonderbolts, as you call them. Spitfire I believe ended on the wrong end of a blade.

Since I was released from that prison within the Chrystal Empire, I always practiced the art of the blade. Studied from books, practiced with a few unicorns with their telekinesis, and this was the first time I was forced to use my knowledge of the art.

She flew at me faster than anything I have had to deal with it, but pegasi are very predictable. They are proud creatures, and do not take stealthy approaches. They like to attack head on, and it's that type of behavior that allowed me to separate her intestines from her chest cavity, and her wing from her back. Oh, but to see her friends  gather around her, and cry or a few moments, before inevitably become angry at me, but before I could even see that I was long gone through some tunnels.

Was it worth losing about half of the forces you sent there, just to end Chrysalis, but still she wasn't the one you were aiming for my dear Princess Celestia. I am Equestria's nightmare, but that is something that will become even more evident as father time's clock keeps ticking.

Have you ever been to the country of gryphon's my dear Princess Celestia? Of course you have, if my knowledge of this strange world is correct you are about a one thousand year old demi-goddess whom if you found me, would disembowel me on the spot, and that's what I love about you. The raw power, and rage you are capable of, but you channel it into constructive things, well normally. Then someone like me, and my associates come around, and through just a tad off balance. There is also something fantastical and child-like about playing hide and seek, but don't worry we won't be around long, but who knows you may not either.

Where was I? Oh yes, the gryphon kingdom. it is such a beautiful place. The high mountains, and the sun the lays light upon the savannas, and the peaks of the mountains. Just breath taking really, but I only had a day to  truly appreciate it, because around that time is probably when the contract that got around to the gryphons offering the finest jewels or something like that, I don't have a copy of it on me at the moment.

So after the gryphons were hunting me, I was forced to take refuge in something that I was immensely happy came around these parts this time of year. The great mystical magical Dark Carnival.  From the hall of illusions where the evil souls are tormented by what they have done, to the house of horrors where evil is shown what true terror and evil is, to the murder go round where they are slashed and sliced, and sent to the sulfur pits, or whatever happens to the souls when they are sent away from the carnival via the pain and suffering they inflicted on others.

You have met Milenko, correct? Of course you have, because I talked to him only a day before writing this letter within, well let's just say Ponyville isn't doing too well anymore, but that's not the point. Milenko told me a lot about you. From your uptight manner, which is befitting of a princess, but also your lack of familiarity with humans, and the creatures and powers of the carnival. The Dark Carnival is alive, did you know that? A living breathing creature, and that's because of the wraith, and his special brand of magic. Typically not anything even alicorns know of, because it does not come from any mortal realm. The magic of the plane of the wraith is indescribable, because it is used for the soul purpose of transporting souls either to hell's pit or Shangri-La.

"How is the Carnival alive?" You may ask, well that's much more simple than attempting to explain the Wraith, and his brand of magic. The ground you step on, it's the skin. It can feel your foot or hoofsteps in your case, The rides play themselves, once you walk in the Dark Carnival does everything. Walk into the largest tent within the Dark Carnival, and you will find the heart of that mystical traveling land. The book of seven evils. it details the seven deadly sins, and the punishments for each one. The carnival reads this book, and attacks the guest, or prisoners really of this land, and attacks them accordingly. Well, I guess it wasn't that easy to explain, my dear Princess Celestia.

Back to Ponyville, I was able to pay a small visit, and stay with a friend of mine within the town. Well not exactly stay in town, but spend a night in the orchard, too much heat to stay in town. He just fed me, and general things of the like. There is a lot more agricultural problems in Ponyville now, but that's probably with the lack of Ms. Applejack, and her grandmother, who I believe passed of natural causes a few weeks ago. It's so satisfying seeing my work doing something. It may only be Ponyville, but it's a good start. Am I right, my dear Princess Celestia?

The lack of Fluttershy, has also had the animals quite aggravated. I swore I saw a bear rip a pony to shreds. Oh well, good dinner for me.

Well, I think it's about time I disclose my name. You may call me Julius, my surname will come later. Goodbye my dear Princess Celestia, and I hope you find me.

With all due respect, Julius