Psychosis

darkness. Darkness is all around. I cannot breath, but I don't need to. My heart doesn't beat, and I am cold. So cold. I cannot escape the cold.

I was weak. I was young, but there is never excuse for WEAKNESS! I digress.

The ponies, they loved me. And I foolishly cared for them. Then I found the tome.

The runes, they beckoned. The contents, they sang.

Sang to me.

They told me of a magic more powerful than anything. They told me I could wield it. Their promise, I loved it.

The tome, they told me to take, not to ask. They told me I could rule, so I did.

I destroyed those who opposed me.

But I didn't count on the princesses.

I got even, not mad.

So long as I couldn't escape, the crystals would be gone.

When I returned, a princess defended the kingdom.

It was simple waiting her out.

But I was still defeated by the Crystal Heart.

The last thing I remember was searing light and agony.

And now I'm here, and there is one voice.

"Sssommmmbra"

I cannot reply.

"Do yoooouuu knnnow where you aarrre?" the voice is a loud whisper.

I think. Think no, and it hears.

" mmmmyy rrrrrealm. I ssssaved youuuu..

How could it save me? I am left stewing in hatred.

" Tarrrrtarrrus. I cauuught yyyouuuu. I caan helllp yoouuu. Hhhelp with vvvengeance."

I am dead. Correct, I died. This being kept me from falling into tartarus. Why?

" I waaannnt pooower. A vesssel is neeeeeded. Wiiith oooourrr pooowerrrss commmbined, we can rrrrrule onccce mmore. Yooouuu can ruuuule onnnnce mooore. Jusssst ssay yesss."

So I do.

The moment he enters my being, I feel strong.

Power.

So much power.

In the world of living, my body is reassembled.

The first breath I take is a greedy one.

I can think once more.

My first thought is how Celestia will fall.