Shame

by Sterling Sketch

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Queen Chrysalis
Length: 4229

The judgement of Queen Chrysalis for her tyranny draws nigh.

The siege of the Changelings on the wedding in Canterlot has failed. This year’s harvest was a complete failure. Queen Chrysalis, in her weakened state, is captured by her subjects and is charged for her failure and ruthless despotism. Her judgement is beginning soon.

Many thanks to Yoruhoshi for allowing me to make this continuation (I suppose that’s the best word?) of her story, Ave Regina! Ave Regina! through these installments, as well as being my beta-reader and inspiring friend!

Published 2014-04-01 04:10:07 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-15 02:26:36 UTC

Larva

The accused one walked through the halls of the frigid enclosure, her head bowed and pleading silently for sanctuary. She desired nothing more than to relinquish her duties and live out her starvation in a desolate corner of her kingdom—rather, her former kingdom.

She meticulously placed one hoof in front of the other, allowing the ones surrounding to exorcise their raging demons. Hunger was truly to blame; an unsuccessful harvest of love would leave them famished for some time. She couldn’t help but believe she deserved the hatred for having facilitated the possible future decimation of the Changelings.

Her angry subjects lined the walls, spitting and mocking her when she got close. She aimed her face to the floor, hoping for this to pass quickly and smoothly. Her failure was certainly forgivable to one housing love; she raised her muzzle a mite to laugh at her own ironic downfall.

As she opened her eyes for the first time in what seemed like ages, her eyes locked with another’s own, and she immediately stopped every process in her mind. Hooves fell, breathing ceased, and all who saw the interaction silenced themselves, or, at least that’s how it seemed. The being before her had donned the false mien of her enemy, Princess Mi Amore Candenza of Canterlot. The pathetic fool had even smirked as the fallen Queen had once before, and she knew then the fury that came from such a look. Rage washed over her chitinous limbs and made her body tense.

Two guards shoved on her haunches, causing her to stumble forward onto the slick surface of the castle’s floor. That cold quietness that had wrapped around every jaw shattered as she regained her posture. Still seething from the sight of her offender, she reluctantly continued on through the arched passages of her own home.

The audience chambers were only a little way off now, but the wade through the guilt hanging thick in the air would be no easier to budge. The forsaken ruler would have to swallow her pride and bite her tongue in response to whatever these ungrateful Changelings would do. If it meant ignoring the mirrored face of defeat, it would have to be done. Her face steeped to the ground with one more angry huff as they neared the towering doors of her judgement seat.

They stopped at the base of the portal, waiting for confirmation before entering. A thunderous boom of vocal irritation resounded from the inside, clashing furiously against the gate. The two guards who escorted her neared her sides and took their hooves up to the frame of the door, budging it open only enough to allow the accused’s entrance.

“Enter, fiend.”

Those two words bellowed as the voice had before, now washing over her rising face. She focused on the being which had taken her place; it sounded like--

“Did you not hear me? Enter!”

Queen Chrysalis gathered herself and forced her way into the narrow passage. Her trial had come.

Larva nestled her final cache of love in her decayed hoof. This little sip of love would have to last her until her sisters returned from advising the harvest preparations. She began to think about how troublesome it is to be a parasite. Simply because of their nature, the Changelings have had countless bouts with starvation. In theory, living in a land of true harmony would provide ample sources for their feeding, but she couldn’t help but wonder why she favored starvation so much….

The growing Changeling stomped on her straying mind’s leash. Self-control was essential for her, seeing as how she would need it when she was given the throne that her mother held. No matter how much her stomach would tremble, she had to keep her composure.

She lay down her nourishing vessel and made eyes at her books again. Those texts, some ancient and most modern, held all of the ways to gather and, if the situation desired, siphon the love from those who produced it naturally. Their go-to plan has been taking love by force, and in doing so, destruction had been wrought. There had to be a way to efficiently and harmlessly take love and cultivate it. At this point, it was only a matter of finding.

The gatekeeper called from above her nest, signaling the return of the two princesses. Larva took no glance from her studies, and instead repeated a patterned call of understanding. The action had been done so many times that she now wondered if she had already read this portion of Understanding the Composure of Affection.

While the eldest remained glued to her research, the little one climbed through the port on the ceiling. She caught herself on her wings and placed herself close to Larva, attempting to draw her attention.

“Are we still in this together?” The foal’s eyes were wide with anticipation. She raised herself on her forelegs to lean close for Larva’s answer.

Larva was wrung from the explanation of Carous matter activation by this simple, overheard statement.

“Yes, youngest. We indeed are,” she sighed, turning herself and raising a dark hoof to meet her sister’s.

The youngest princess was a young and careless sprout, just like Larva had been when she was young. She had a lust after love and its various forms from her infant days and now used that same hunger for more creative pursuits of the blessed toxin. She took after the second-born, but desired to be like Larva more. She wanted to begin preparations for overthrowing her other sibling, and Larva was the one she went to for advice. Humoring her was the wisest choice. Besides, what hope did she have of defeating her in the end anyway?

Within a moment of making contact with her hoof and a quick flash of fangs from the lesser sibling, Larva returned to her examination of the adventurous text.

Using a heart for low range love dispersion, perhaps? No, love is stored in the heart, not manufactured….

A moment passed and the other royal sister landed softly on the smooth, hive floor. She sank to a seat, practicing her greatest graces even though her company was the most private of privates. “We have begun enhancements on our storming procedures, maximizing gather rate and lessening casualty rate. The exacts measure to…,” she recited, referencing a chart held by her horn’s glow. “...four-point-six percent increase in harvest and point-one-three percent decrease in fatality. Mind you, this is naught but an estimate.” Moth lowered her notes and looked to Larva for a response.

Moth was a sullen type, even for the standards of a Changeling. Her approaches and demeanor were always very formal and proper. She never allowed herself to be easily distracted with petty matters and only cared to please the noble Queen. Her face remained a taut version of her natural self, distorted by the hatred for her elder sister, the reason she was the second-born.

Larva, still attempting to bury herself in Desola’s findings, tossed the numbers around in her head. Dissatisfied, she snapped her gaze to Moth, hoping to see a rare occasion of whimsy in her eyes. They remained as grave as the Queen’s own.

“Is there no way to increase that number? Sixteen isn’t a good amount of survival.” She turned her body to face her younger sister. “Can we try for sixty?”

Moth blinked once, as if to absorb the brashness of the comment. “This is a military action, you know. They are the ones we send in to take by force. Peace isn’t really an option.” Moth spoke as if speaking from the mouth of Mother.

“That is exactly why I’m in these archaic scribblings.” Larva motioned to the large stack of worn texts on the table behind her. “If we cannot harvest without taking lives, our race will perish from having no more to take.” She turned again to her book. “Emulating peaceable trade of love for… for something seems to be our only option.”

The youngest spoke up. “Isn’t that why we move from city to city, to make sure the numbers stay constant?”

“Yes, but…,” Larva spoke and dug through several strewn-about sheets, eventually producing a map. “...We’ve wiped off four cities already and we haven’t even been above our standard in food lately." Red "X"s marked out the overtapped towns. "Our population is growing and our habits are becoming a nuisance.”

“If we had any desire for peaceable trade, our mother would’ve found a way, surely.” Moth lifted herself from her seat and spreading her wings, prepared to depart. “I’ll request an audience with her so we can at least present your ideas.”

Larva nodded, and instantly Moth took to the Hive. Turning her attention to her youngest sibling, she spoke softly. “I still have some work to do here, but I’ll meet you at our spot later, okay?”

“Got it.” The young Changeling flashed her fangs playfully and took off in uniform with Moth. The room settled to peace again, and Larva sealed herself away in her volumes.

Chrysalis eyed the figure in her throne as she strode to her seat. This was a female with a surprisingly deep and illustrious voice. The entity that had taken her place had also donned a dark cloak over her face in custom with the old queen’s practice. Chrysalis found it far too stuffy and not quite as endearing as delivering judgement with her own beautiful face. It seemed to her that this pony would not want that chore placed on her identity. The convict queen understood her fear of condemning her own ruler.

Chrysalis stopped at the banister before her. It was raised slightly onto a platform and guarded by a knight on either side. She had no chance of escape, nor an intent to attempt escape. She kept telling herself that she deserved punishment for what she had done, but something wasn’t well with her. There was some reason that her culpability wasn’t solid. It would have to wait for now.

“Have you anything to say before we begin?” The voice had simmered down, but it still held a degree of coarseness in her quieter approach.

“Yes, in fact.” Chrysalis responded with equal harshness in her reply. “You are aware that you all consented to our siege of Canterlot, right? We all agreed it was a last-ditch effort to forget starvation, and we all failed. All.” She turned to face the small crowd that had been amassed in the audience hall.

The judge was taken aback. “The siege? Of that, we know you are not to blame; we aren’t as savage as most people think we are. You, of all ponies, should know that.” She calmed her tone again, leaning forward now to make herself clear. “You are charged with something that only recently resurfaced.”

Chrysalis searched in her mind for what this may be about. Her crowning had been by force, yes, but that was part of Changeling tradition. It was a sort of challenge to see who could get the Queen’s guard down long enough to take her life. It isn’t like there would be any care for the Queen anyway. Mothers deserved reverence and nothing more. Moments passed as she raced to find what it was she had done.

“I see you’re having some trouble, so would you like some assistance?”

“If you’re through making me squirm.” Chrysalis spat at the figure who leaned on her hooves. It’s like she was amused at her toiling.

“That’s only just beginning.” The judge demasked herself immediately. Her face was adorned a with pure black sheen. Her mane spilled out in long locks of vibrant green and revealed a mark she had known before; one that resembled a crown. Her horn was large and towering above her face. Her eyes snapped open, revealing a fluorescent blue.

The judge spoke again. “Have you remembered now? Or should I show you the scar, sister?”

Author's Note

Thanks for reading this attempt at absorbing Chrysalis's psyche!
Thanks in advance for any critique and, please, do critique it. I'm trying to get even better than mediocre, and I'm taking all the help I can get!
Again, many thanks to Yoruhoshi for allowing me to make this so!
Go read her stuff.
Seriously, it's better than this.
Cross my heart, hope to fly, you know the rigmarole. ^w^

Pupa

Chrysalis’ eyes widened as the Changeling before her tilted her head back, revealing a pale streak that overlapped most of the tendons in her neck. It muddled and skewed the perfectly aged black carapace that covered her throat. She leaned her head down again, her eyes and fangs hiding under forced calm. “That is what this is all about.”

“Over sibling rivalry? Really?” Chrysalis ditched her attempt at humility and made light of the situation now that she knew how ridiculous all this was.

“It’s much more than that!” The scarred mare slammed an indignant hoof upon the sound block. “And it all began the day that we addressed Mother about an audience.”

Moth watched her steps and surroundings as she passed several bustling Changelings. Some were guiding young, some were baring their fangs, some were even begging for a drop to drink. Even though she was royalty, she felt the bitter quake of hunger in her own stomach. She held no place in society that had an advantage in food supply. That fasting feel drove her, as well as every other Changeling, to be slightly manic in their actions and temperance. If everything went according to plan, feeding days would begin tomorrow. Each Changeling would crawl back into his hole, sated from the bountiful gathering and desiring no stir with any other.

This wasn’t the first time this famine had happened, however. The lesser Changelings didn’t know how to ration and refused to learn. This lead to an immense amount of consumption in the early months of harvest seasons and increased poverty at the end of the season. Now, even as they had been rationing, the stores had run dry. Moth felt her stomach tremor again, begging vocally for sustenance. Moth sighed out her frustration and began to think that perhaps Larva did have something worth trying for.

Larva was an older sibling to Moth and little else was thought of her. On occasion, the eldest had made herself an enemy of Moth, and the two fought for supremacy. Upon reflection, it had been some time ago that they had sparred with one another over something, and, to be candid, the matter was nothing short of trivial childhood anger. It could be that her disdain for her older sister was for naught, but she felt no urge to change their relationship to something more than civil.

Her mulling had brought her to her destination quicker than she had imagined. She now neared the castle in the back of the large Changeling enclosure, Hive. Two lesser cretins sat at the border of the lane she trotted in. They lifted their lifeless eyes to her and hissed, feigning the deepest shame.

“Lady Moth! Have you a drop to spare?” Their bodies still retained the saturation of grey that signified their health. These two were lying and greedy, having not been fed true hunger’s bitterness. She didn’t stop her stride. Instead, she barked at them, warning them of their intrusion.

“None.” Her gaze dared not to meet the beggars. “Especially none for fools.”

This lit one of the stallions aflame. He stood with all his adrenaline and charged at her, horn first.

Without missing a step toward the castle, Moth harnessed him with her magic and drove him past her and into the scaly ground of the Hive.

“I don’t expect you to try again.” The wretch wailed at the domed ceiling of the enclosed city as she deserted him.

Upon her approach, the castle gates swung open wide, disturbing the stagnant air around her. Her paling verdant mane blew over her shoulders as she faced the approaching pressure.

The castle Decept was the most intricate construction in the entirety of Hive, donning several facings cut out of the lucid stone. Each insignificant crevice was deepened to exactness and symmetry, establishing the royal dwelling to be the most daringly crafted edifice Hive had to offer. The greatest of all that adorned the large estate was each of the high towers on either side. They reached almost all the way to the surface above their home and framed the lustrous beauty of this archaic living wonder. The vast exterior left her sight as she passed the doors and entered the halls of Decept.

The grand foyer, being as empty as it was, had become a novelty in recent years. The staircases ahead were furnished with tapestries and flags but served no real purpose. They were bought and sought by vanity; each one bore the image of the aging Queen in several stages of her life. No signs that hinted at the lineage were anywhere about the halls, and all was centered on Mother.

Mother (whose true name had long been lost to the poorly wrought epithet) had been more greedy than the previous queen. Trust had declined tremendously between ruler and subject, and privileges such as passage rights had been taken in result. Fearing that her subjects would be more apt to take her life and overthrow the tyrannous rule, she restricted the public from gracing the castle halls. However, no one dwelled there because they wanted to other than the vile monarch herself. Even Moth, whose passage was ever granted, had not even been inside the slumbering corridors on her own volition for a long time, now that she thought on the matter.

Moth, taking to the stairs on her right, heard a sound that puzzled her. A clack of some hoof echoing off of the stone flooring of the passage was resonating toward her. The steps were quick and light, only stopping heavily every once in a few skips to satisfy some sort of rhythm. As Moth continued higher on the spiral, she slowly calculated the arrival of the approaching entity. In a few steps, the two Changelings met at the peak of the rhythm.

“Moth!” Chrysalis stopped, surprised to see her elder sister in the stairway.

“Chrysalis? When did you get here?” Moth took a dark tone, almost threatening the young parasite with her voice alone.

“I flew here.” Chrysalis matched her sister’s voice, though it remained higher because of her adolescence. “A while ago, Larva challenged me to fly to the east tower and now I’m making my way down.”

Moth swallowed her siblings words, allowing them to pass unchallenged. They kept their distance as they passed each other, eyeing the finer points of each other’s movements without visibly preparing for a duel. As Moth increased the distance between them, tensions settled, allowing her to compose herself before the time came to be civil once again.

Moth, exiting the stairway upon the arrival of the fifth floor, took to the sleek surface of the hall leading to the throne room. Do not mention any part of the plan being to attempt a new gathering method, Moth thought. Her Disgrace will certainly reject the idea upon proposal. The second-born stood before the vast portal of the throne room now, and she took one final moment to prepare.

“I hope this satisfies you, Larva.” She quietly placed her lightening hoof on the surface of the mighty door. With a loud voice echoing through the rounded enclosure, she called out to the door, “Ave regina! Ave regina!” After a moment, the door called back.

“Enter, Child of the Midst.”

Chrysalis exited the grand doors of Decept and swept away to the courtyard quickly. She lowered herself to the cold floor and cast herself skyward once more. Her wings caught the musty chill of their dwelling and lifted her again toward the massive chalice of the east. For a Changeling her age, she was growing rapidly. Her wings were as full as Larva’s own now, and she felt her growing power well up in her as she soared just below the surface.

She wanted to explore that surface someday. She had seen it plenty when she was out on assignments from Mother, but she had never used any of her time up there for anything more than hunger-driven scouting. Barbaric though the task may be, the harvest kept them full and was rather enjoyable to participate in. For now, she had no qualms with the procedure at all and was pleased with the result.

Chrysalis turned herself to the eastern tower once more, gliding down gently toward the icy surface of the tower. How many more laps am I gonna have to do before Larva shows up? Her face twisted into a snarl of sorts, angry that her business partner was late to an important meeting. They had much to discuss and punctuality was key.

It had been a plan of Chrysalis’ own to team up with the eldest and overthrow Moth to rule together. Their conspiring might be something of a taboo, being unheard of in the records of past royalty, but Chrysalis cared not. The two sisters would shatter the singular monarchy of past leaders and rule side by side, bountiful in harvest and graces. The grim task of disposing of the other stood in the shadow of her bright future, and Moth’s termination had to be done quickly.

By now, after being lost in her frustration, Chrysalis had made it back to the spiral stairwell that ascended the tower. Her brutal maxim marched in her head again as she put her hoof to the descending path. “Guide the moth into the flame; burn her up in her own shame.” Chrysalis pranced down the steps again to her chant and occupied herself with visions of adoration and fear from subject and enemy. She hoped dearly that Larva’s mind matched her own. Cleaning up two carcasses would be quite the hassle.

One more lap down, the young princess told herself, giddy with covetousness, and she’ll surely show. One more lap….

Larva, shutting her book for the day, raised her hoof to meet her tightly shut eyes. She had buried herself in information since the lightsink first cast a glance down into their hole. Currently, the amount of information in her head alone could cause her to drown if it all didn’t soak in. Whether it was a theory for innovative emotion capture or another upstart’s formula for extraction, it was all in her possession, making the tremors in her stomach seat themselves in her head.

Larva leaned back onto the cold surface of her seat. It soothed her aching back and swimming head to finally be able to stop arching her back over a desk. She groaned deeply as she remembered that Chrysalis was waiting for her at the castle.

Of all the times that she had beckoned to the juvenile whims of the young Chrysalis, she hadn’t missed one meeting promised. She had always bent her will to suit her younger sister, as she was always taken advantage of. Someone had to rear her until she was able to put up a fight for the throne. It would be far unfair if the Queen allowed for Larva or Moth to commit infanticide to promise their place as the next generation’s queen. That’s why the child would be taught to hate, led to believe that their siblings were enemies and nothing more, planting a mentality in their mind that survival was their sole obligation to themselves and to their kingdom. Larva thought this to be an unnecessary measure and took it upon herself to raise the child. With luck and trying patience, no one would have to die.

Larva lifted herself out of her wooden coffin and stretched her yellowed wings. Removing brainwashing might have been in one of the tomes she analyzed, but it mattered not. Finding a cure for the needless slaughter that was the Harvest was far more important. She was but a few inches away from slaying this titan, and she would not let the matter rest until it was done. Well, until tomorrow, today’s tackling of text would suffice for fighting.

Her wings now unfurled to their waking glory. Regardless of their size, she had trouble putting faith in them since they had grown far colder than usual. Larva had to trust their atrophied strength to take her one more time to Decept’s eastern tower. She balanced over to the portal that led outside her hole and cast herself off her sleeping limbs into the air. Sweeping out into the stale chill of the Hive, she soared to meet the waiting princess.

Author's Note

I'm officially proud of this one, folks. ^w^
I've started developing a large place in my heart for Chrysalis as I have been writing this. Sure, she's a menace, but, y'know....
Okay, so you might not know, but she's at least admirable to me. ^^;
Please, let me know your thoughts and criticisms! I want to get better, and the people that are unfortunately subjected to my writing are all perfect for the part!
Thanks for reading, and I hope I've hooked you for the next chapter!