Chains and Ladders

Chapters

Arrival
The Wheel Turns
Preparing for War
The Ritual Begins
Blood and Glory
Mazdanic Civil War, Pt One
Mazdanic Civil War, Pt Two
Mazdanic Civil War, Pt Three
A Matter of Time
Beginning of the End (Edited)
A New Foe
A Showdown over Lunch
Dagon's Flower

Arrival

Princess Twilight Sparkle paced nervously in the antechamber of the Canterlot palace while the two royal guards watched stoically. Twilight’s nervousness was due to being entrusted with a heavy responsibility by Princess Celestia; namely the welcoming of the new Saddle Arabian delegation. The last meeting had gone exceptionally well, but relations had apparently soured in recent times due to something Twilight wasn’t even aware of. She gritted her teeth as she remembered how Celestia had ignored her queries on the subject. It seemed that she still had work to do before she would be entrusted with such secrets.

Twilight closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. She knew she could do this; how hard could it possibly be? Opening her eyes, she faced toward the grand doors and awaited the delegation.

As if on cue, the doors burst open inward to reveal a covered litter being carried forward by a few white-cloaked Saddle Arabians. Laying the ornate golden litter down, the curtain parted slightly as an older mare emerged. She was middle-aged, and stood slightly taller than Twilight, and her brown coat was impeccably maintained. Her mane was covered by a white wrapping, while her blue eyes seemed to pierce into Twilight’s soul.

Twilight walked forward to greet the delegate, but before she could begin her opposite waved a hoof and a unicorn stallion walked forward. He kept his focus downwards, robbing Twilight of the opportunity to see his eye color, but his white coat was simple to spot. His mane and tail, on the other hand, did not appear to exist at all, much to Twilight’s surprise. She was also surprised to see an Equestrian species in the Arabian party; how had the unicorn ended up serving the Arabian royal family?

The unicorn bowed deeply before the Arabian delegate before turning to face Twilight. As he brought his muzzle up, Twilight noticed that he had dark green eyes; in addition, the left side of his face was covered in a black brand of some sort. Twilight didn’t recognize the pattern, but was able to distinguish a small section as bearing the name of the royal family. She wasn’t too sure what that meant, but decided she would ask Celestia.

Twilight smiled at the unicorn, who blushed slightly. He opened his mouth to speak but cried out in agony as the Arabian lashed him with a whip Twilight hadn’t even noticed she was carrying. Twilight was appalled; why had she whipped him?

“Impudent whelp! Bow before the Princess!” the Arabian mare snarled at her companion in Arabic. Twilight had cast a spell upon herself earlier that would allow her to understand the spoken language, but had decided not to inform her opposites so as to retain an advantage. Even so, it was difficult for her not to react as the stallion bowed deeply to her before returning to his previous position.

“Her majesty, the Sultana Valide” the unicorn began in only slightly accented Equestrian as Twilight surreptitiously inspected the welt on his back “wishes you good health. She desires to retire to her chambers immediately, as she is feeling tired.” Twilight was startled to hear the title of the delegate; she was not terribly familiar with Saddle Arabian nobility, having only studied for a few hours prior to this, but even she recognized the title as that of the mother of the reigning Sultan. The harem system, something that had been adopted from the older empires of the region (along with a fair bit of vocabulary) and was embraced by Arabian culture meant that the mother of the ruler would wield considerable power; for her to be in Equestria meant something important was happening.

“Of course. The guards will see her safely there.” Twilight responded gesturing to the two guards that flanked the grand entrance.. The unicorn translated the statement to the Sultana, who jabbered back in rapid fire Arabic that Twilight could barely manage to understand even with the spell. All she could make out was the words for “guards” and, disturbingly, “slave”. The unicorn bowed to his mistress, then turned back to Twilight.

“Her Highness wishes to inform you that your guards will not be necessary, as she has brought her own.” he explained. Twilight nodded; she had expected as much. “Directions to the room will suffice.” the unicorn finished.

“Quite.” Twilight spoke with a regal air. The Arabians, according to what she had read, respected strength and dignity. Rather than being reduced to a glorified map, she waved over one of the guards, who proceeded to give the directions to the unicorn.

“Her Majesty thanks you for your hospitality,” the stallion smiled slightly at Twilight “and will see you tomorrow.” With that, the Sultana returned to her litter and left, as the unicorn followed on foot. Before he could exit, however, Twilight stopped him with her magic. She noted the suddenly terrified expression in his eyes, and was surprised to see him cowering in fear before her.

“I’m sorry, your Highness! Please, mercy!” he cried as Twilight blinked several times.

“I just wanted to know your name.” she reassured the frightened stallion, who ceased trembling. He bowed to her again.

“I am the Sultana’s translator, Melek Kul.” he answered meekly, his eyes darting to the departing litter. “I really must be on my way.” he finished before dashing off after his departing Sultana. Twilight noticed that he didn’t use any magic; perhaps he was incapable?

Twilight watched as they turned the corner and disappeared from sight before she turned and walked up the stairs. Princess Celestia had some explaining to do.

Later that day, Princess Celestia received Twilight in her personal study. She served Twilight a cup of tea as they were seated.

The elder Princess regarded her former student with a warm smile. She was quite proud of her younger colleague, who had handled the Saddle Arabian delegation with the necessary tact. Celestia was glad to have Twilight available; she would have supposedly shown weakness had she immediately met with the delegates, so sending her supposedly lesser partner was a good workaround.

Celestia’s smile turned to a slight frown as she noticed the uneasy look on Twilight’s face. The solar diarch wondered what had her so upset.

“Is everything okay, Twilight?” she prodded gently, causing Twilight to look away nervously. “You handled the Saddle Arabian delegate well, especially considering who it turned out to be.” Celestia tried to encourage Twilight, but mention of the Saddle Arabians caused Twilight to visibly flinch.

“Thanks, I was just thinking about her servant. The translator.” Twilight clarified, as realization dawned on Celestia.

“Melek Kul, you called him.” Celestia sighed. “You are concerned about him.”

“All my research on Saddle Arabia didn’t turn up anything about this, this , servitude!” Twilight objected. Celestia bit her lip slightly.

“I purposefully keep details like that out of Equestria.” Celestia muttered. “Melek Kul is a slave.” she explained, as a look of horror appeared on Twilight’s face.

“Slavery is illegal in Equestria!” Twilight exploded “How could any civilized nation embrace it, much less bring one here!” Celestia cringed at the unspoken accusation; how could you let this happen?

“I’m sure that the Sultana’s presence was meant as an insult.” Celestia replied grimly “Slavery is a dying institution in Arabia, but the Sultana is one of its most ardent supporters.” she closed her eyes and sighed. “That was the real reason relations between us have gone cold; the previous sultan was an abolitionist, but his rat of a successor is still dominated by his mother and her ilk.” Celestia spat out the final few words.

“He’s in Equestria; doesn’t that make him free?” Twilight queried. “Furthermore, he’s a unicorn, not an Arabian, so he is our responsibility.” she argued while Celestia shook her head.

“It’s not that simple Twilight” Celestia sighed deeply “I can’t do anything without sparking a war. And Saddle Arabia is the primary source of oil for all of Equestria; we need good relations with them.”

“It doesn’t matter!” Twilight slammed her hoof on the table in indignation. “I will not stand by and allow this to continue!” she shouted aggressively, surprising Celestia with her resolve. Evidently, slavery was enough of an issue to overcome her reverence toward Celestia. The eldest princess wasn’t sure whether she ought to be proud or nervous.

“I agree, but we have to be careful and use tact.” Celestia was almost pleading with Twilight. Any move her former student made would be seen as an Equestrian action, and could result in the deaths of many of her subjects. “Luna and I are working on it.” she informed Twilight, who seemed to calm down slightly.

“I trust you Princess” Twilight replied softly “but I won’t stay silent forever.” With that, the young alicorn left the room, leaving Celestia with a rather nasty headache.

Twilight and Celestia met the Sultana the next day in the luxurious environs of the Royal Garden. The sun blazed proudly overhead, while the chattering of the various species inhabiting the garden could be heard over the sound of the Princesses sipping their tea. The covered litter bearing the Sultana Valide slowly made its way toward the stone table where the two sat, with the sun’s light bouncing off the elaborate gilded edges. Trailing a few feet behind, Twilight spotted Melek walking with a furtive expression on his face. His mane and tail had begun to regrow, as evidenced by the short golden hairs. Twilight had researched Saddle Arabian slave custom last night, despite the difficulty in finding a source that had evaded Celestia’s censorship (Twilight was perturbed to hear that her mentor was engaged in actively misinforming the population) and had realized that having his mane and tail cut was a minor punishment. For what, she had no idea, but Twilight had been furious to hear about the emasculation.

The Sultana herself emerged from the litter with a rather sour expression on her face. She muttered something nasty about the quality of Equestrian beds before she sat across from the two. Melek stood nearby, ready to translate.

Celestia smiled brightly and nodded to the guest. Twilight forced herself to do the same, but couldn’t stop from looking at Melek. The Sultana seemed to catch her gaze, and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She shot a rapid fire phrase in Arabic toward Twilight, who couldn’t quite understand. Melek stepped forward, bowed, and began translating.

“Her Highness, the Sultana Valide, wishes to inform you that I am not for sale nor stud.” he spoke with a neutral expression on his face. Twilight struggled to keep a straight face at the statement. Before she could shoot back a reply, Celestia intervened.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sultana Valide” she shot a warning glance at Twilight, who bit her tongue “shall we get to business?” Melek translated the statement to the Sultana, who grunted in reply.

“Her Majesty wishes to establish friendly relationships with Equestria, and hopes for an auspicious occasion today.” Melek bowed to Celestia as he spoke. The Sultana muttered something that Twilight couldn’t quite catch (evidently, her translation spell needed some tweaking). Melek replied deferentially in Arabic, which Twilight was able to interpret as “I hear and obey.” He then smiled toward Celestia.

“We also wish to continue our mutually beneficial relationship.” Celestia addressed the Sultana directly in impeccable Arabic. The Sultana and Twilight were briefly surprised, before the Sultana laughed.

“I didn’t even need to bring my translator!” she chortled in Arabic loudly enough for Twilight to understand. The Sultana then said something to Melek, causing him to bow and begin to scuttle away. Twilight stood up suddenly and began to walk after him, causing the Sultana to raise her eyebrows.

“Where is the lesser princess going?” she addressed Twilight with a mocking grin. Twilight pretended not to understand until Celestia translated. She shot the Sultana a grin of her own and asked Celestia to let her Highness know that she wished to speak with her servant. The Sultana chuckled slightly and waved her hoof dismissively. Celestia turned to Twilight.

“She says you are welcome to” Celestia spoke with a slightly aggressive edge “but reminds you that Melek Kul is her property, as confirmed by Saddle Arabian law and subject to extraterritoriality. He is not, as she made clear earlier, for sale or stud.” Celestia sighed as Twilight ran off without even a look back. She hoped her student would avoid a diplomatic incident; she had no desire to war against the resident demigod of Arabia, yet she couldn’t chase after her or chastise her in front of the Sultana. Turning back to face her guest, Celestia prepared for several hours of negotiations.

Twilight, meanwhile, caught up to Melek before he was able to beat a hasty retreat to the safety of the Sultana’s embassy. Stopping him with her magic, she spun him around to look him in the eyes.

Melek drew in a quick breath of air and bowed. His entire body was shaking slightly as Twilight smiled at him. He wasn’t sure why the Princess had followed him again; had he offended?

“Your Highness, how might I be of assistance?” he inquired, lowering his gaze.

“Please, call me Twilight.” she responded, trying to make him more comfortable. Melek appeared to be a few years older than her, and she hoped that he would be relaxed around someone younger than him. Saddle Arabian nobility, which was what he was probably used to dealing with, was noted for being quite elderly.

Instead, her request seemed to shock Melek. He bowed and muttered the phrase Twilight had heard earlier: “I hear and obey.” She sighed.

“What do you need Princess Twilight?” he stammered slightly, his accent becoming more noticeable as his nervousness rose.

“Are you from Equestria?” Twilight inquired “Tell me about yourself.”

“This is my first time in Equestria. I was born in one of Saddle Arabia’s outlying provinces, to unicorn slave parents.” he explained, igniting Twilight’s ire. He had always been a slave.

“Do you know your parents?” she managed to say as she choked down her rage. Melek shook his head.

“My father was a stud, belonging to the local Pasha, my first master’s neighbor,while my mother was a field worker for the master.. I was sold to the Sultana’s household when I was young, because of the rarity of unicorns in the region. At the time, she was the previous Sultan’s favorite, may Taus rest his soul.” Melek sighed slightly, but seemed to be at ease. The Princess listened intently.

“Do you ever… wish to be free?” Twilight prodded gently. Melek jerked back in shock.

“Never!” he protested vehemently “I am proud to serve her Majesty! She has even promised me a spot on the Sultan’s council as a Pasha!” Twilight knew that certain slaves could rise to high positions, but she was surprised to hear it from a slave that she had seen being mistreated.

“But she whipped you!” Twilight hissed back, surprising Melek with her venom “And cut your tail! Don’t you want to be free?”

Melek shook his head. “She only did that for your benefit, to show her strength.” he responded. “Normally, she is kind and just.” Twilight snorted.

“Keeping you in chains is not just” Twilight snarled “you were shaking with fear! How do you explain that?”

“I am naturally fearful.” Melek admitted ashamedly. “I have difficulty dealing with others.”

“Because you were a slave?” she asked. Melek shrugged. As far as he knew, he had always been socially awkward. The harem slaves always teased him about it. He was even allowed among them despite not being gelded because he struggled with talking to them, much less engaging in any lewd acts.

“I have a home, and all other needs.” he replied with a slight smile. Twilight gritted her teeth.

“So you don’t care about freedom.” she sighed.

“I would like to be free to travel,” Melek returned, pondering the possibilities in his mind “but even enslaved I have some degree of freedom.” In truth, he did often think of running off, but the brand on his face was impossible to remove, and forever marked him as property of the Royal family.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you.” Twilight turned to walk away, but was stopped a feeble attempt at magic. She could have simply broken through it, but instead she turned back to Melek.

“It was no bother, I uh, I like talking to you.” Melek blushed wildly. He knew he was overstepping his bounds, but he didn’t care.

“Oh, well I liked talking to you.” Twilight replied with a small blush of her own. They both stood there for several moments before Melek grinned sheepishly and took off. Twilight turned around and walked back toward the meeting.

When she arrived, the Sultana had vanished, leaving Celestia sitting alone. Seeing Twilight approach, she stood up and walked over.

“That was rather reckless.” she chastised Twilight, who hung her head slightly.

“I’m sorry,” she replied to her elder “I just wanted to talk to him a little.”

“And what did you learn?” Celestia inquired. Twilight looked up at her.

“He doesn’t even care if he’s a slave.” she responded sadly. Celestia sighed.

“He doesn’t know any different.” She gestured for Twilight to follow as she walked toward the entrance to the castle. “Anyway, the meeting went better than expected. The trade agreement has been extended for two more years, and a more permanent envoy will be coming to Canterlot before the end of the year. The Sultana will be leaving in a few days.” Twilight looked up at Celestia with a pained expression.

“And Melek?” she asked quietly. Celestia shook her head.

“I can’t.” She answered mournfully as she looked away “He’s very valuable to the Sultana, and my opposite number wouldn’t appreciate me taking him.”

“The Sultan?” Twilight asked.

“No.” Celestia sighed. “Somepony more powerful than him.”

With that, the pair entered the castle.

“Interesting.” the Sultana Valide, Gulbahar, replied as Melek finished his report. Unbeknownst to the Equestrians, Melek was far more than a mere translator. Anything he experienced was relayed directly to her, and his interactions with the lesser princess were proving to be fairly interesting.

The two were seated in her personal quarters, in the Arabian embassy. The vibrant green and gold colors of the Royal Family adorned nearly every surface, with her bed occupying the far corner of the room by the window. The cushions underneath them followed the same color scheme as the rest of the room, while the low table was covered in elaborate carvings that had been gilded in gold.

Melek smiled at her comment. He had done well, and now he would be rewarded.

“So this princess feels pity for you.” Gulbahar snorted in a rather unladylike fashion “The fool.” She picked up her teacup and took a long sip. Melek’s situation was far better than that of almost any other slave in Saddle Arabia, so she really had no reason to be concerned for him. The meddling little pony would soon learn not to play with the Sultana...

“She thinks me a simple translator” Melek replied, making sure to avoid looking her in the eyes “and does not suspect my extensive training.” Melek had been groomed for politics and military tactics from a young age. He was destined for a position as the Grand Vezir, the Sultan’s right hand, someday, after all. This trip would serve as another lesson for the youngster.

Even so, he was a slave and he knew it. He hadn’t lied outright to Twilight, but while the Sultana was rather kind, he had borne the brunt of her frustrations many times before. She was his master, he had to obey. Such principles had been drilled into him when he had trained for the Janissaries. To disobey was to die.

His time in the Janissaries had been brutal, but rewarding. He had been recognized for his ability, and promoted. The Sultana, the effective regent for her ailing lover, had been so proud as they pinned the medal on his chest.

Gulbahar looked at the slave with an odd glint in her eyes. Melek recognized it as the only sign of pride in him she would allow him to see. He felt his chest swell as he basked in her gratitude. It was a rare occasion.

“So she offers to free you, yes?” Gulbahar’s grin vanished as she regarded Melek with suddenly cold eyes. Melek swallowed at her query. The wrong answer here could end badly for him.

“I would never!” Melek responded with genuine horror. Freedom was attractive, but his future was plenty bright. He had no reason to throw away a life of relative luxury for living as a fugitive in a foreign country. Even if he never became Grand Vezir, he could make a fair living as one of the Pashas.

“I know, little Melek” Gulbahar’s voice sounded sweet, but Melek knew he was treading on thin ice “you would never leave your mistress.”

“Of course Master.” He replied, bowing before her as they stood up.

“My good little Melek” she purred “you’ll bring us the glory of Taus.” With that, she dismissed him. As he left, she smiled sadistically. Even her drunkard of a son didn’t know what game she was playing. No one else did.

By the time they realized, it would be far too late.

“Who is this mysterious power?” Twilight asked Celestia. The pair had retired to a quiet corner of the Royal Library, where they could speak in relative security. The guards had stopped several yards away, just out of earshot provided they kept their voices down.

“Are you familiar with Saddle Arabian religious tradition?” Celestia asked her student.

“They worship seven demiurges, representing the seven virtues.” Twilight responded, failing to see the significance of the history lesson.

“True and false at the same time” Celestia clarified “in truth, they worship seven emanations of one demigod, calling them demiurges. That being is known as Melek Taus, the Peacock Angel.”

“Melek?” Twilight was surprised to hear his name.

“Melek means angel” Celestia explained “the name is a blessed one in Saddle Arabia. As a pure unicorn, I imagine our Melek was seen as a good omen for the royal family.”

“So what does he, the demigod, have to do with it?” Twilight shook her head in irritation.

“Melek Taus is a fellow immortal, and easily as powerful as I am. Perhaps even more” Celestia locked her eyes on Twilight “given that he is linked to the seven virtues and seven vices. Each of his manifestations represent a pair, leading to his nickname as the ‘Two-Faced God’.”

“So if you moved against them…” Twilight began. She had never run across a reference to Melek Taus, but the name ‘Two-Faced God’ seemed familiar somehow.

“He would try to stop me.” Celestia finished with a grimace. “We couldn’t kill each other, but he could do an awful amount of damage. Mutually assured destruction, I suppose.”

“So we can’t do anything about slavery there. We’re completely impotent.” Twilight stamped her hoof. She remembered now the story about how the Two-Faced God could bestow either a boon or a curse upon any traveler who came across him. It was from an old text full of myths and legends. She supposed the god wasn’t as mythical as she had thought.

“Taus doesn’t actively interfere in politics like I do, at least not with a regularity,” Celestia told Twilight “so we have been trying to sway the nobles toward abolition. He doesn’t really care either way, but he’d be quick enough to defend his worshippers since they are a primary source of his power. Still, we are moving in the right direction.” Celestia had met Taus several times. Each time she wished she hadn’t. He was irritable and prone to violent mood swings. One moment he would be the virtue of compassion, the next he would embody wrath. Truly a difficult immortal to deal with.

“Not quickly enough.” Twilight grunted. Celestia nodded.

“Luna agrees with you. She’d have us face Melek Taus on the battlefield.” Celestia sighed heavily. Luna and Taus had never gotten along. The continuing situation had taken its toll on her sister; she may have been somewhat old fashioned, but slavery had been banned in Equestria long before they took charge. Many heated arguments between the two had stemmed from the topic.

“So Melek, the translator, will just continue to suffer.” Twilight stated flatly. Celestia grimaced. Twilight seemed to be stuck on the stallion, causing Celestia to ponder the reasons for her interest.

“I’m afraid I can’t do much” she returned softly “the Sultana isn’t willing to let him go. Why are you so interested in him?” Celestia was trying to ask gently, but her question caused Twilight to become quite nervous.

“I-I just think he deserves better.” Twilight stammered. She didn’t have a specific reason, other than a general hatred for slavery, but she wanted to free him. He was quite attractive too, even without his tail and mane…

Twilight smacked her face with her hoof to stop her thought train. She heard Celestia chuckle slightly, and she blushed “It’s not like that!” she protested.

“Of course, of course” Celestia smiled warmly “though he is a rather interesting stallion, don’t you think?” Twilight jerked back as if stung and muttered something under her breath as she stormed out of the room. Celestia watched with a wistful expression. Twilight barely knew the stallion, so she suspected her feelings were more of pity rather than a genuine crush. Still, Celestia needed to be careful, lest she do something irresponsible.

The solar diarch closed her eyes and sighed.

The next day brought auspicious news. While Twilight was preparing to return to Ponyville, Celestia received a letter from the Sultana, inviting the pair to lunch at the Arabian embassy. Curious as to why she would do so, Celestia elected to play along, and asked Twilight to come with her. Perhaps the Sultana was ready to sign the treaty immediately.

The alicorns were seated on cushions at a low table, awaiting the Sultana. Celestia took a sip of the drink in front of her before grimacing in disgust. She had never liked coffee. Twilight, on the other hoof, was enthusiastically downing her portion. Celestia looked around at the servants, all of the geldings wearing emotionless expressions, before turning her attention to the doorway to the rest of the embassy. They had been kept waiting for several minutes, but now the door swung open to admit the Sultana Valide and Melek.

The Sultana sauntered over to the table and sat down with an exaggerated movement. Melek stood a few hooves behind, regarding Twilight with a shine in his eyes. Celestia couldn’t help but crack a smile.

The servants brought another pot of coffee to the table and served the Sultana a fair portion. She smiled at Celestia and Twilight.

“Welcome,” she greeted the pair, keeping her smile bright “I hope my servants have met your every need.”

“Thank you for having us, Sultana.” Celestia replied. The Sultana chuckled.

“Please, call me Gulbahar.” she told Celestia, who was caught off guard. First the Sultana had not negotiated the terms of the treaty at all, and now she was telling Celestia to use her carefully guarded name? Warning bells went off in Celestia’s mind. Gulbahar was being too amicable, something Celestia never expected to think.

“How are you Melek?” Twilight directly addressed the servant, causing an audible gasp from the geldings arranged around the room. Not speaking to the Sultana, but rather to a servant, was a grave offense, and many of them cringed as they awaited her explosion.

Surprisingly, none was forthcoming. Instead, the Sultana continued to chat with Celestia about various frivolities, such as how nice it was to have pegasi controlling the weather. Twilight was seemingly ignored.

Melek’s eyes darted around, but he realized that his mistress was giving him the opportunity to continue with the plan. Flashing a forced smile, he bowed slightly toward Twilight.

“I am well” he spoke calmly to Twilight “how are you Princess?”

“Honestly, I miss my friends” Twilight replied “but I’ll get to see them soon.” Melek nodded.

“I am sure they miss you as well.” He responded. His orders had been to get the Princess on his side; he wasn’t sure why, or how the plan even worked, but apparently it was important. Besides, he was actually enjoying himself in spite of the duplicitous intentions. She was beautiful, and nice, and…

Melek mentally shook his head. He was doing a job.

“Do you like reading?” Twilight inquired. She wasn’t expecting him to do much reading since he was a slave, but he was a translator so maybe he did know a little.

“Oh yes!” Melek’s face lit up “I love poetry and classics! The Thousand and One Nights, any work of Rumi, or the Hadith Bayad wa Riyad! He blushed madly as he suddenly remembered that the Hadith was a love story about a foreigner and a noble lady. He hadn’t meant to imply anything, it really was one of his favorites. To his relief, Twilight didn’t seem too familiar with the story.

“Oh, I haven’t read those.” she replied with a tinge of disappointment.

“We have a few copies in the library here. Would you like to borrow them?” Melek shot a nervous glance over to the Sultana. She couldn’t speak Equestrian, but she understood it well enough to know what he was saying. Her nearly imperceptible nod confirmed that she approved of his query.

“If it’s okay.” Twilight looked to Celestia for guidance. The elder alicorn smiled at her, giving tacit approval. She relayed the conversation to the Sultana, who gave her blessing. With that, Melek led Twilight deeper into the embassy.

The library was a humble affair, with only a few rows of shelves stacked with some old books. Melek bounded over to the section against the far wall, and pulled out a pair of books with some rather weak magic.

“This is the Thousand and One Nights” he handed the books over to Twilight’s magic “and this is a collection of Rumi’s poems!” He smiled giddily; Twilight was reminded of a foal in a candy shop. Inspecting the books, she saw that they were written in Arabic. That wouldn’t be a problem; Twilight could easily use a spell to translate written words.

“Thank you Melek” She laid the books down on a nearby table “but what about the other one you mentioned? The hadeet?”

Melek blushed again. “I-It’s not that great, I mean, I like it but, those two are better…” he mumbled and looked down. Twilight walked over and lifted his head up with her hoof.

“I’d like to read it.” She told him, suddenly aware of their close proximity. With a cough, she stepped back as Melek levitated another tome off the shelf.

The book was simple, being bound between two brown pieces and seemed to be rather short. The title on the front was in Arabic, like the other two books. Twilight opened the book and skimmed through it, but was surprised to find that this book was written in Equestrian and not Arabic like the title implied.

“Why is this one written in Equestrian?” she asked Melek, who was watching her with a nervous look.

“That one is special, the Sultana got it for me when she learned that I liked it.” He smiled proudly as he remembered the day he received that book. The Sultana thought it would help him practice Equestrian. She was always the pragmatic sort, but it was still a kind gesture in Melek’s eyes.

“What’s it about?” Twilight reconsidered her position on the Sultana. Slavery was inexcusable, but at least she seemed to care for her servants. Twilight ended up deciding that she was not the worst pony in Arabia. She almost missed Melek’s explanation due to her thoughts.

“It’s, um, a romance story.” Melek looked away as his voice trailed off. Twilight looked at him with mild surprise.

“You like romance? It’s one of my guilty pleasures.” Twilight admitted with a sheepish expression. Melek looked back at her and grinned.

“I’m a hopeless romantic, I guess.” He chuckled, and Twilight nodded in agreement.

“I know what you mean.” She replied with a chuckle of her own. The two sat down at the table as Twilight began to read. Melek was content to watch her, and was impressed with her speed. It took him hours to read the Hadith, but Twilight looked like she could finish in just a few minutes.

Meanwhile, Celestia and Gulbahar had been diplomatically sparring. The Sultana had finally begun to act as Celestia expected, picking little details from the proposed treaty and trying to negotiate better terms. Still, she wasn’t pushing nearly as hard as she could, and seemed distracted. Every few minutes she would look toward the door Twilight and Melek had left through.

The Wheel Turns

Celestia stormed into her personal study, her fury evident on her face. With a burst of magic she slammed the doors shut and levitated a small crystal orb from a bookshelf onto the central table. Funneling magic into the orb, she was greeted by the translucent form of Melek Taus.

He stood even taller than Celestia, with all the hallmarks of the Saddle Arabian race. His mane and tail seemed to shift colors, but the main color was a rich green. His left eye was a bright blue while his right eye was crimson red. His coat was a lustrous golden color, and he boasted large, peacock like wings. Upon seeing Celestia, he grinned sadistically.

“Dearest Celestia!” he chimed “How wonderful to receive a message from you!” Celestia cut him off with a swipe of her hoof.

“No games Taus” she shook with rage “what kind of game do you think you’re playing?” The shimmering image seemed to ponder her question for several moments.

“Well I am partial to a good game of chess.” He replied, bringing his hoof up to his chin. “After all, I am the best chess player on Equus.” He continued with a smug grin.

Celestia stamped her hoof violently. “You know what I mean. Why do you want it?”

“Why do I want what?” Taus replied with a quizzical look.

“The Sultana Valide just tried to trade me her translator for a very valuable piece of jewelry.” Celestia managed to say through her clenched jaw. Taus just stared at her incoherently.

“Her translator is the runt that was named after me, right?” he eventually replied, seemingly oblivious to the most important part of her statement. “I like that youngster. Don’t buy him.” He frowned.

“So the Sultana just happens to be trying to reclaim the madstone.” Celestia favored Taus with a skeptical expression.

“Is that what she wants?” He thought about it for a moment. “I don’t recall asking anyone to get it, much less that she-devil Gulbahar.”

“She-devil?” Celestia almost chuckled.

“She has a habit of ignoring my counsel and murdering my favorites.” Taus snarled back, his body quivering with barely contained fury. “So no, I wouldn’t ask her to do anything.”

“Why not deal with her?” Celestia frowned. Taus sighed in reply.

“She has a sword hanging over my head.” he muttered. “I can’t touch her.” His hooves scratched at the ground in embarrassment.

So much for the formidable Melek Taus. Celestia could hardly believe that she would have something capable of keeping him at bay. “What is it?” she asked Taus.

“I imagine you wouldn’t understand.” Taus snorted gently. Evidently he didn’t want to talk about it. “But if I were you, I wouldn’t give her the madstone.” Celestia’s eyebrow shot up.

“So you don’t want it back?” Celestia inquired. Taus rolled his eyes.

“Of course I want it” his tone sounded labored “but giving it to her means I’ll never get my hooves on it.”

“That sounds like an argument to give it to her.” Celestia pointed out.

“She’s more trouble than I am.” Taus countered. “At least you know me.” Taus had to admit to rather liking Celestia as an opponent. To quote an old saying, ‘the quality of a being is determined by the quality of its enemies’.

“True,” Celestia mused, agreeing that while Taus was obnoxious, at least he was a known evil “but the madstone is worthless to her. She can’t use it.” Taus had helped her deal with Discord, albeit indirectly.

“If she’s asking for it” Taus intoned darkly “then she’s found a use for it.” Celestia nodded in agreement. She couldn’t hand over the madstone, not even for Twilight.

“So, just to be clear, you aren’t her patron.” Celestia fixed a steely look at Taus. Now she wanted to see if she could catch him lying.

“I am not, nor will I ever, support her.” Taus bit his lip softly “I wish I had a puppet as clever as her, though.” Celestia didn’t sense any deceit at all, to her disappointment. The Sultana was not working for him, as far as she could tell. That meant she was either working solo… or had another, unknown patron.

“So why?” Celestia wondered aloud.

“She’s a slippery one” Taus snorted heavily “she’ll spin a net around you so transparent you won’t notice until you’ve been caught. That’s how she got the last vezir out of her way.” Taus chuckled. “I have to give her points for style though; having his own bastard son strangle him with a bowstring was an artsy touch.” Celestia almost gagged.

“What would she do with it?” Celestia asked Taus.

“I didn’t make the Panoptes Madstone” Taus reminded her “I only inherited it. Even I don’t know exactly how it works.”

“And the creator’s long gone.” Celestia stated sourly. The Panoptes Madstone was said to have a thousand uses, but so far the world had only seen a few. Before Taus, it had been held by...

“Exactly.” Taus agreed, breaking Celestia’s train of thought. “I used it to figure out my enemies weaknesses, just like you used it against Discord, but I could also get it to show me glimpses of the future.” Taus looked at her with his mismatched eyes.

“I’ve never been able to get it to do that.” Celestia sighed. Taus shrugged.

“It reacts differently to each owner” The image of Taus started to pace back and forth “it must have done something else for you.” No matter how hard he’d tried, Taus couldn’t get it to do anything other than those two functions. The previous owner could make it scry anywhere in the world, while the creator could do a thousand small things.

“It would create a small rainbow in the throne room whenever I said the word.” Celestia grumbled. Taus stopped pacing and chuckled. The madstone made rainbows?

“Intriguing.” Taus looked at something outside Celestia’s view. “But Gulbahar’s not like us. It shouldn’t react to her.” According to the previous owner, only a high level entity such as himself, or the Sisters, ought to be able to make it do anything. For Gulbahar, it wouldn’t be anything but a pretty colored paperweight.

“So, again, why would she want it?” Celestia closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. At least Taus was trying to stay balanced today; some days he wouldn’t even try to avoid mood swings.

“Because its colorful?” Taus suggested. Celestia glared at him. “I don’t know.” Taus shrugged. “Let me know if you find anything out, and tell little Mel I said hello.” With that, the image vanished and the orb stopped glowing.

Celestia opened her eyes and groaned in frustration. Her conversation hadn’t really uncovered anything new, but at least Taus didn’t seem to be behind it. Unless he was lying, but he seemed awful genuine today. It almost made Celestia more suspicious of him than usual, but she couldn’t do much about it now.

“Please mistress, no!” Melek cried as he kneeled before Gulbahar. She was seated on a small throne in the Arabian embassy, attended by her gelding servants.

“Are you defying me?” She raised one eyebrow. Melek shook nervously.

“Of-of course not, your Highness.” Melek stammered “I just, I’m nervous, is all.”

“My poor little Melek” the Sultana favored him with a mocking frown “is freedom not what you want?”

“I live to serve.” Melek returned cautiously. The Sultana sighed.

“And serve you shall” her voice gained an imperious edge “though I may be gone, and you freed, you are still mine.”

“Yes mistress!” Melek stifled the urge to beg. This hadn’t been part of the plan, but the Sultana was notorious for not informing others about the full extent of her plans. Still, being sold for a rock necklace was rather humiliating for him.

Gulbahar yawned slightly. The plan was going rather smoothly. Soon she’d have the madstone, and an agent practically in Celestia’s household. She hadn’t been sure that Melek would succeed in befriending the little princess, but her partner had been right. She also wasn’t sure why he was so certain she would hand over the madstone, or why he even wanted it. Without a demigod to power it, the rock was useless.

She had to trust him though. She was committed now.

The next morning, Celestia greeted the Sultana in the gardens, at the same table they had occupied earlier. The Sultana, as usual, had brought Melek along while Celestia was accompanied by Twilight. The four loitered for several minutes, with the Princesses and Sultana sipping tea as Melek watched cautiously. Eventually, the Sultana broke the silence.

“So, have you considered my offer?” she gave Celestia a mocking smile. Celestia’s own expression remained neutral.

“I have considered it, and I must reject it.” the Solar diarch replied flatly. The Sultana’s grin vanished, but she showed no further signs of disappointment.

“Is that so?” The Sultana’s tone was courteous, but inside she was fuming. Her partner had assured her that Celestia would agree; now what was the Sultana to do? She could already hear the answer in her head, in her partner’s soft voice: “Get it done.” Truth be told, the Sultana never really understood how one slave would be equal to the madstone.

With a sigh, the Sultana conceded a minor defeat. Her mind raced through the possibilities. What could she offer Celestia?

“I spoke with Melek Taus, by the way” Celestia interrupted her reverie “and he said he didn’t send you to collect the madstone.”

“Did I ever say he did?” Gulbahar shot back.

“No, but it does leave me wondering why you would want the Panoptes madstone.” Celestia replied evenly. “Would you care to illuminate me?”

“I thought it rather pretty. Does that satisfy you?” the Sultana snapped back in rapid fire Arabic. Twilight and Melek watched the conflict from the relative safety of the sidelines.

“A pretty paperweight?” Celestia mocked the Sultana, whose muzzle turned bright red. “Taus also told me you had something on him. I’m interested in how you managed it.” Celestia continued.

Sensing an opportunity, the Sultana pounced like a cat. “So I have something you want, and you have something I want.” she grinned slyly.

“His weakness isn’t worth the madstone.” Celestia snorted.

“But that is but one part of the deal” Gulbahar scrambled “along with Melek.”

“Still not going to give you the artifact.” Celestia fixed her glare on the Sultana.

“Then what else do you want!” the Sultana’s ire boiled over. When she saw her partner again, she was going to break his useless fangs. So far, he had only been right half the time. So much for his assurances.

“You misunderstand” Celestia yawned mightily “there is nothing you can offer me sufficient to gain the madstone.” She looked at the sun, as if gauging the time.

Before she could stop herself, the Sultana began speaking. “And all of them, free. All the slaves!” she blurted out. Realizing what she had said, she began stamping her hooves in agitation. What had she done?

Celestia now faced a moral dilemma. The madstone couldn’t be allowed to fall into her hooves, but the freedom of thousands from the yoke of slavery was a huge opportunity. Melek would be free. She’d get the secret to dominating Taus, which assured that the emancipation would proceed unhindered. The Sultana had been empowered to negotiate as if she was the Sultan, so if she signed a deal right now, it would be binding. Failure to comply would bring more than just Equestria against them; they’d be assaulted by the armies of almost all the nations on Equus. Hatred of slavery ran deep in many lands. Indeed, Taus and the Janissaries were the only reason Saddle Arabia hadn’t been conquered, despite the best efforts of the Griffons and Minotaurs. With Taus gone, and the slave soldiers potentially shaken by the promise of freedom (though Celestia doubted they would rebel after the training they went through) Saddle Arabia would be crushed should they renege on the deal.

On the other hoof, Melek Taus could be lying. There might not really be any secret weakness after all. He’d get his madstone back, without having to steal it, and could ignore the deal with relative impunity. The Griffons might still join Celestia, bringing their own demigod, but the Minotaurs would not stand against Taus after witnessing him level their ancient capital and drag it underground. They currently lacked a demigod of the same caliber as Taus or Celestia.

As Celestia pondered her options, Twilight watched with great anxiety. Her feelings were conflicted. As much as she hated slavery, giving a godly artifact to a scheming mare was utterly insane. She shouldn’t be able to use it, but that was no guarantee. She did want Melek to be free, but she had only just met him. She wasn’t going to risk Equestria over him.

Melek, meanwhile, was only present physically. He had zoned out several minutes ago, caught up in thoughts of what he could do with freedom. He’d still help the Sultana, of course, but maybe he could go explore a bit. His mind was full of idealized images of what life would be like, so he didn’t even notice the haggling going on a few feet away. He did take several glances at Twilight, who was busy watching the “diplomacy” and noted that she looked very nice today. She had borrowed his books, and promised to return them soon. He hoped she did, because he would be upset if she didn’t. Those books were the only thing he had ever been allowed to have, even if he didn’t technically own them (they belonged to the Sultana).

Back at the meeting table, Celestia and the Sultana were engaged in what appeared to be a staring contest. Twilight watched nervously as Celestia closed her eyes and massaged her temples with her hooves.

“I can’t give you the madstone.” Celestia eventually replied. The Sultana’s expression didn’t change.

"You have the chance to end slavery.” the Sultana reminded her opposite.

“I know that.” Celestia snarled back, surprising Twilight with the venom in her voice. “Why should you even care?”

“I was a slave once.” Gulbahar admitted “Do you think I wanted to live in a harem? To be dragged along like a prize?” The Sultana spat. “I admit that I enjoy my servants, but I’ve only supported the institution to get to where I am. But even now I don’t have the power to end it.” the Sultana finished with a tear falling from her eyes. She was an excellent actor, but she didn’t have to act now. She had been tossed around the court by her former masters, before becoming the Sultan’s property. She had been abused by the supposed abolitionist, losing her daughter to his violent rampage. When she had finally been given a son, he was taken from her and raised to be a drunken mess like his father.

The Sultana considered herself many things, but evil was certainly not one of them. The world had wronged her, but she would make it pay. Justice. When her partner finally got that thing working, she’d do more than Taus had ever done. She’d bury everyone from Canterlot to the unexplored lands. Then she’d build it back up to worship her.

She would be a goddess.

Celestia took several moments to compose herself before replying. "You think the madstone is equal to emancipation?" She queried.

The Sultana snorted in agitation. "Taus once wielded it. It is well respected." Gulbahar sensed that Celestia was wavering. "Slavery will be forgotten if I bring it back." The Sultana promised. She actually knew that would never happen, not even for something like the madstone, but the Saddle Arabians would never hear about it. And Celestia would be long gone by the time she realized what she had done. Gulbahar couldn’t help but smile internally.

"So immediate emancipation for all slaves, including the soldiers and Melek, plus the weakness, for the madstone." Celestia bit her lip nervously. She knew this wasn't a good idea, so why couldn't she stop? Something kept pushing her forward. She supposed the fact that she could liberate thousands made her more amenable. "And Equestrian observers will ensure that slavery does not return in any form." She added on to the end. Celestia began to feel lightheaded, as if she’d just stood up too quickly.

Gulbahar looked as if she'd been smacked by a manticore. The terms were horrible for her, but the madstone was the key. The other items could be replaced. Swallowing her pride, Gulbahar nodded assent.

“The paperwork will be dealt with by the Civil Service.” Celestia rose with a pained expression. “Once finalized, the exchange will take place tomorrow.” Celestia stumbled slightly as she made for the door. Twilight followed behind, concerned for her mentor. She couldn’t understand why Celestia was nearly falling over.

“As a token of cooperation, I release Melek Kul into your custody.” Gulbahar gave Melek a strange look. The former Janissary had proven his worth back home, even if he was socially awkward, and though she was loath to admit it, she would miss him. She still remembered the day she bought his contract. He had been so young to be named a chorbaji, the leader of an entire orta. His men had stomped their hooves in approval as she presented him with his medal. She almost felt guilty when she removed him from the corps later that day, essentially denying him a prosperous military career or a glorious martyr’s death. Instead she’d used his natural ability to read others, and his magic, to destroy her political opposition one by one. She thought it rather strange that he was so good at reading others, but so bad at interacting with them.

Now he was in enemy territory. He would use the little magic he had been taught (magic tutors were extremely rare in Arabia, and quite expensive, so he had been mostly self-taught) to keep her informed of any unforeseen actions. She held back her tears as he made his way over to the door. Every time she had whipped him, she had always felt so bad afterwards. Taus had once told her, when she was still very young, that her vices were wrath and pride. She had ignored his advice, but looking back now she understood.

Melek followed after the departing Princesses, looking back at Gulbahar as she closed her eyes. The Sultana rose and departed, her gelding guards following her as she headed right for the embassy.

Later that day, as the sun passed over the horizon to usher in night, Gulbahar found herself sitting on her bed awaiting a visitor. With a sudden swirl of air, she turned to see that her partner had entered the room without her guards noticing.

He stuck to the shadows of the dimly lit room, with only his golden eyes and white fangs to betray his presence. The Sultana mustered what dignity she could and stood to face the shadowy figure.

“You were wrong!” Gulbahar hissed. The shadow looked mildly amused as he looked at her.

“How so?” the shadow replied in smooth Arabic. His voice was slightly raspy, as if he hadn’t had anything to drink in a while.

“She refused the deal!” Gulbahar continued to hiss quietly. The guards should know better than to enter without permission or eavesdrop, but there was no sense in risking it.

“She did exactly as I expected.” the shadow replied, his voice betraying slight irritation.

“You knew?” the Sultana bared her teeth at him involuntarily. The shadow almost burst out laughing; her pitiful teeth were nothing compared to him.

“I expected her to resist my influence, and she did” the shadow narrowed his eyes “but I was eventually able to convince her to accept without revealing myself.”

“Is that why she was staggering afterward?” Gulbahar took a step back as the shadow licked his lips.

“Indeed,” the shadow replied “I was playing a little game with our demigoddess. She seemed to realize that something was wrong, but she just decided it was fatigue.”

“So what now?” the Sultana paced back and forth in front of her bemused visitor.

“You finish the deal, and get me that necklace and the little rock it holds.” the shadow rolled his eyes. “Remember that the terms don’t matter. You won’t have to answer to politics ever again once you become a goddess.” the shadow finished with a slight chuckle.

“And the other pieces?” Gulbahar asked.

“I am working on it.” the shadow replied smoothly.

“You’ve been working on that machine for nearly a millennia.” Gulbahar grumbled. The shadow’s long ears picked up her soft statement.

“I am not the one who made it, nor do I claim to have the expertise of the creator” the shadow responded with a note of scorn “so I need time to bring it to life.” “That being said,” the shadow continued “Once I acquire the madstone…”

“Once we acquire the madstone.” the Sultana interrupted. The shadow snorted.

“Once we have it, I’ll only need one more piece to bring it together. I’ve already got Baphomet’s horns.” the shadow smiled wickedly. Stealing those had proven difficult, even for him. They had been well guarded by the elite Janissaries of his personal guard. Melek Taus didn’t give up his brother’s remains easily.

It made the shadow wonder how much Taus knew, or suspected. The horns had disappeared, and now the Sultana was making a play for the madstone. Did he link those events together? The shadow supposed it didn’t matter, since there was no way Taus would suspect what he was using those items for. They had no connection other than that Taus had held both at some point, and that wasn’t the reason the shadow wanted them. They had just been convenient.

“So what is the third artifact we need?” Gulbahar eyed the shadow suspiciously. The shadow closed his eyes for several seconds as if in deep thought, then opened them to glare at her. Those eyes of his unnerved Gulbahar. She may not worship Taus like the idiots of her country, but some of the old stories were still worth remembering. The stranger, though male, reminded her of the bloodthirsty djinn she had been so scared of growing up.

“I will deal with that.” the shadow dismissed her question.

“So why not tell me?” Gulbahar insisted. The golden eyes flashed in irritation.

“You focus on the madstone” the raspy voice replied “and let me get the less important piece.”

“Fine.” the Sultana’s resolve crumbled under his gaze. The pony in front of her smiled with those fangs of his, then vanished in a flash of light that Gulbahar had to shield her eyes from. As she returned to her bed, Gulbahar was plagued by nightmares for several hours before finally giving up.

She stayed up by reading the Hadith Bayad Wa Riyad for the first time

Preparing for War

Melek woke up to the sun streaming into his unfamiliar room. The ornate furnishings reminded him of the embassy, but they just felt wrong to him. Rather than the comforting Arabian colors, he was greeted by Equestrian symbols. He remembered last night only in a blur; after he had been freed, the princesses had given over to some servants to wash and show him to his room. He wasn’t really sure what the difference between slavery and the servitude that the employed workers endured, but figured that pointing it out wasn’t wise.

Melek rolled out of the bed and grimaced. He wasn’t used to such a soft mattress, and now he had a terrible pain in his back. So far, freedom was proving to be a negative. As he limped over toward the door, he realized that in the confusion he had left his books at the embassy. They didn’t belong to him, he realized, so he had lost them forever. Freedom was overrated he decided.

As he pushed his door open gently, Melek peered out into the hallway. He was surprised to see that there were no guards or other ponies anywhere to be found. He cautiously stepped out and looked around before trotting toward what he thought was the main hall.

After wandering around for several minutes, Melek realized he was lost. Even worse, he hadn’t seen a single pony in his meandering, so he had no one to ask for directions. This day just kept getting better.

Rounding a corner, Melek almost ran into a patrolling guard. The armor clad pony looked at him suspiciously. “What are you doing here?” the guard queried.

“I ah, I got lost” Melek looked away sheepishly, color rising in his face “could you show me to the main hall?” The guard sighed.

“Of course. Just keep going past me and you’ll run into it.” the guard gestured back behind him. Nodding, Melek dashed off as the guard continued his rounds.

He soon realized where all the ponies had gone. Apparently some big event was taking place in the hallway. Guards and nobles of all sorts were crowded in front of the throne where Melek was surprised to see Twilight and another, blue, alicorn handing over a golden necklace to none other than the Sultana.

The golden portions of the necklace shone in the sunshine, but the centerpiece was a dull grey rock. Melek snuck forward carefully from his hidden doorway behind the thrones to where he was able the better see what he now realized was the Panoptes Madstone. It really didn’t look that special to him; certainly the Sultana had better jewelry in her little box.

The Sultana looked at the medallion before nodding to her opposite numbers. The ceremony seemed to close with that as the nobles scurried off. The Sultana stalked off with the jewelry before Melek could talk to her. Melek’s stomach rumbled, since he hadn’t had breakfast, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

The Princesses walked toward the exit Melek had used to enter before Twilight noticed him standing awkwardly nearby. She trotted up to the bewildered looking unicorn with a smile. She was wearing a simple purple saddlebag, while the older alicorn wore a black crown.

“Glad to see you’re awake!” Twilight intoned cheerily as Melek looked at her blankly. The blue one came up and regarded him with a critical eye.

“So you are the one they call Melek? I am Princess Luna.” Luna spoke dismissively. The former slave certainly didn’t seem worth the fuss Twilight had stirred up. In truth, she was rather disappointed not to be allowed to face Melek Taus on the field since the agreement robbed her of her casus belli. Taus, in her opinion, needed to be taken down a notch. Or two.

Luna walked off while Twilight and Melek stayed behind. Melek followed Twilight idly while she kept talking about plans for his future and other things that Melek tuned out. He didn’t want to ignore Twilight, far from it, but things were moving rather fast for him. He felt like an observer rather than an active participant in his own future.

“Does that sound nice?” Twilight’s question startled Melek, who responded with a curt nod. If Twilight noticed his lack of attention, she didn’t show it. She seemed rather pleased, really.

“So you can have the room on the ground floor, and I’ll make sure to get a firmer mattress for you.” Twilight continued.

“How did you know I wanted a firmer mattress?” Melek blinked rapidly. He hadn’t mentioned his discomfort.

“Oh! The Sultana told me, of course!” Twilight smiled. Melek brightened at the mention of his former mistress.

“I, um, thank you.” Melek looked down in embarrassment. Any progress he had made in talking to mares seemed to have vanished, much to Twilight’s exasperation.

“Don’t be afraid. You’re gonna like Ponyville.” Twilight reassured Melek, who just seemed even more ill at ease. “You’ll be with other ponies like you, unicorns.”

“Being a unicorn doesn’t mean they’re like me.” Melek muttered. Twilight didn’t seem to hear his comment as she opened the doors to step out into the courtyard in front of the palace. Melek winced slightly as the sunlight intensified.

“The Sultana also gave me this.” Twilight smiled as she levitated a small bundle out of her saddlebag and giving it to him with her magic, but he caught in his hoof. Twilight made a mental note to try and teach him how to use his magic more effectively while Melek regarded the gift. Melek didn’t even need to open the bag to know what was inside: it was his copy of the Hadith. Melek almost cried as regarded the package.

“I can hold onto it for you, since you don’t really have anywhere to put it.” Twilight took the package from Melek and placed it back in her saddlebag. Melek smiled at Twilight. Maybe freedom wouldn’t be so bad.

The guards didn’t even notice the shadow slipping in through the open window. They didn’t see him sneak right behind him before he slit their throats with his small knife held in his magic. As the griffon’s blood spilled out, the shadow smiled wickedly.

Aquila’s palace was poorly policed, but she had always been so confident in her own power that he figured she didn’t think anyone would be stupid enough to sneak in, especially since she was currently residing just a floor above where the shadow had broken in.

The shadow moved amidst the marble columns in the sparse moonlight of the waning crescent, dodging the odd guard patrol as he made his way toward Aquila’s personal library. Without a sound, he slipped inside to find the concentric bookshelves lit by only a small lamp. Not that it mattered to the shadow, since he could see quite well in the dark. As he maneuvered toward the center, he allowed himself a quiet chuckle. So far, so good.

In the center of the library sat a small display case. Inside was a thick tome, bound in heavy leather. That book was why the shadow had come. The grimoire belonged to a scholarly, though insane, daeva, and the shadow hoped to use the knowledge inside. Why Aquila would display such an atrocity against nature was beyond the shadow’s comprehension. Perhaps it had something to do with her violent murder of the author during the war.

She also didn’t seem to expect anyone to steal it. The book just sat there as the shadow strode up and opened the case with his magic. No alarm sounded as he picked up the book and worked his way back to the main hall.

As soon as he closed the library’s great door behind him, however, the hall brightened considerably. The torches that sat on the columns he had scuttled past blazed brightly as the shadow was confronted by Aquila, demigod of the Griffon Empire. Her plumage was impeccably maintained, and her claws were as sharp as ever. Her violet eyes gazed at the shadow in a manner that made a shiver run down his spine as her tail flicked back and forth in irritation.

The shadow strode forward without hesitation to face her, the black cloak he wore concealing his defining features minus his wicked smile, with the two canines prominent.

“It’s been a while, Aquila.” the shadow chuckled in his raspy voice.

“Wish it had been longer.” the griffon replied coolly. Her stance changed slightly to portray a more aggressive stance as the shadow’s smile managed to become even wider. “Did you think you had gone unnoticed?”

“I had hoped so.” the shadow admitted as his eyes locked with Aquila’s. The grimoire floated carefully behind him. He couldn’t risk losing it, especially since he was so close to escape. In his current state, he couldn’t defeat Aquila alone. His mind buzzed as he pondered his options.

As if sensing his plotting, Aquila snorted. “Put the book down. You can’t get away from me.” The shadow just sighed.

“I must ask how you managed to catch me.” the shadow tried to stall. If Aquila attacked his plan would all be for naught. He’d be handed over to Melek Taus, he imagined, so that the peacock angel could finish what he had started. Unless…

“Do you take me for a fool?” Aquila snarled. She advanced several steps as the shadow retreated.

“I take you for a warrior.” the shadow replied smoothly “And you happen to be a warrior with an axe to grind.”

“What are you saying?” Aquila stepped even closer, as the shadow found himself out of room to back away. She had a feeling she knew what was about to follow.

“You want to hurt Taus, I want to hurt Taus.” the shadow suggested, trying to weave a little of his manipulative magic. It would be difficult with the subject aware of his presence, but he had little other choice “Why not work together?”

“What are you planning?” Aquila eventually replied after several moments of silence. Her hatred for Taus had only grown since they had last battled. She was willing to give a lot to see him go down, but not her subjects. She had no doubt that if anyone could bring Melek Taus down, it was the being standing before her.

“I will destroy Melek Taus” the shadow struggled to contain his elation. He had Aquila listening, now he just needed to seal the deal “but leave you and yours alone. I have no quarrel with you.” Aquila struggled with her decision for a minute before she turned away.

“Why the book?” she asked cautiously. The book was mostly rambling and positively incoherent. She had perused it several times, but hadn’t found anything of any interest. It didn’t help that much of the book had been written in daevish script that no being outside the Void could understand. Not even the shadow should be able to do much with it.

“And spoil the surprise?” the shadow teased. Aquila decided that she didn’t really want to know what he had planned. He would crush Taus, and that was what she wanted more than anything else. If he tried to betray her, he’d find out that he wasn’t the only one who could plot and play games.

“Get out of my lands and never come back.” she muttered as the shadow slipped away. Once she was sure he was gone, she conjured up a small piece of parchment and a quill, then wrote a single sentence on it. With a flash, the parchment was sent on to Canterlot, where it would be received by Celestia. Aquila decided it was best to have a fallback plan should her new ally prove deceptive. And Celestia had always been a friend to her.

Best that she should know exactly who was running around loose.

“So you have a book.” Gulbahar stated flatly as the shadow hummed to himself.

“Yes, I have a very old book.” the shadow smiled. “And the madstone, Baphomet’s Horns, and a bronze machine.” he continued.

“Where did you take them?” the Sultana’s eyes narrowed. The shadow just kept grinning.

“Somewhere safe.” he replied pompously. “Though I fear our enemies might be alerted to my presence.”

“Sloppy.” Gulbahar hissed. The shadow shrugged.

“It was only a matter of time.” He reminded her. He hadn’t planned on revealing himself just yet, but Aquila’s benevolent neutrality should serve him well.

“What now?” Gulbahar inquired.

“Now, I’ll take you somewhere safe and we begin the plan, but first” the shadow turned his head toward the entrance “you have a guest.” It seemed Aquila hadn’t been a neutral as she had promised. Not that it mattered; the shadow had already left, with only an illusory form behind to speak with the Sultana. He was a busy demigod, after all, and translating Daevish was no easy feat.

Celestia stared at the paper for several minutes before burning it in a flash of yellow fire. She had been played. He had taken advantage of her distraction to sneak into her mind and convince her to trade the madstone. As she rushed down to the Saddle Arabian embassy, leaving confused guards in her wake, Celestia hoped she wasn’t too late.

Bursting in through the large oak door, her horn shone brightly as the Arabian guards cowered. The Sultana sat at the small table, sipping her tea calmly as Celestia approached. The necklace that usually contained the madstone was sitting around her neck, but the centerpiece had been replaced by a small emerald. Gulbahar smiled as Celestia stalked forward menacingly.

“Where is it?” Celestia snarled in Arabic.

“Where is what?” Gulbahar grinned innocently.

“I know who you’re working for” Celestia flung the Sultana’s teacup against the far wall “now give me back the madstone if you want to live.”

“I work for nopony. And Taus would certainly not approve…” the Sultana began. She stopped as she felt sudden pressure at her throat.

“You care nothing for Taus!” Celestia interrupted “And I care nothing for our deal! You will return the madstone or I will show you the power I wield!” The grip tightened as Gulbahar realized that Celestia was pulling on the gold necklace. Undoing the clasp, the Sultana looked at Celestia with a wicked smirk.

“I will not, for I no longer possess it.” Gulbahar snorted lightly, as Celestia ripped the necklace away from her. She carefully inspected it for any sign of the stone, but was disappointed.

“Where is it?” Celestia simmered with rage, tossing the shiny jewelry aside. The Sultana didn’t answer, but simply laughed. Her focus fell to something behind Celestia.

“It’s beyond your reach.” a raspy voice came from behind Celestia. As she whirled around, the Sultana vanished in a flash of light. Celestia now confronted the shadowy figure Aquila had warned her about. How he had escaped from the martially inclined griffon was beyond her knowledge.

“What are you planning?” Celestia hissed as the shadow dodged her magical attack with a casual wave of his hoof and a quick little hop. Several more blasts were dodged in a similar fashion with a contemptuous snort from her target.

“Nothing less than full and just revenge.” the shadow mockingly smiled. Celestia thought herself so clever, but she hadn’t seen through his illusion yet.

“Why do you want the madstone?” Celestia replied as she maneuvered closer to the shadow. She was theoretically more powerful, but he wouldn’t have shown himself without a plan. While he wasn’t technically a member of the Children, he certainly boasted some strength of his own.

Aware of her movements, the shadow stepped forward from the dark corner and into the light. Removing his cloak, he revealed his dark grey coat and jet black mane. He was lean and lithe, and his coat was fairly well maintained. He was not quite as tall as Celestia, but still taller than the average pony. His Arabian-like snout showed a pair of wicked fangs, and his flank bore a black whirlpool-like marking. The guards decided that now would be a good time to vacate the premises, and they fled in disgrace leaving the two powers alone.

“I want to hurt Taus, and the Sultana wants power.” the fanged pony replied. Celestia launched several more light attacks, but her opposite number was able to easily evade them. The two circled around the central table, locking eyes.

“You will fall here.” Celestia bared her teeth. She felt his tendrils trying to prise into her mind, but aware of his intrusion she was able to force them away. With a cry, she sprang forward and attempted to gore her opponent. The shadow pony scuttled out of the way before jumping to the far side of the room.

“I am not fighting you. In fact, I’m not even here.” the shadow responded. He turned away as Celestia launched another attack. The shadow vanished before it could connect, and it only struck harmlessly against the thick wood door. Celestia could hear his mocking laughter as she slumped to the floor.

“Just an illusion.” she muttered. He had never been in danger; his physical form had been far away. How hadn’t she seen it? Was age catching up to her? She closed her eyes and struggled to hold back her emotions. She needed to let Taus know. Thanks to the Sultana, she could stop him if she had to, but she had nothing on the shadow.

The shimmering image of Taus snarled wildly as Celestia and Luna explained the situation. His old enemy had returned despite his supposed exile.

“Seems we have to work together.” Taus conceded reluctantly as Luna kept glaring at him. He now had a culprit for the theft of the Horns, at least.

“It seems so.” Celestia intoned softly. Luna simply kept her attention on Taus. She had wanted to stay neutral, and let the shadow fight Taus, but Celestia knew that the shadow’s ambition wouldn’t be sated by just revenge no matter what he said.

“Keep me informed,” Taus smiled “I have to prepare to welcome some old family.” Taus knew the next move would be against him. He was the one the shadow and Gulbahar would want. Gulbahar blamed him for her… circumstances since he had done nothing to help her despite her prayers, while the shadow had a credible reason. Tossing his twin sister Lilith into space while she was locked in a wooden box would make him quite mad. Taus thought he had captured the shadow as well, but even demigods make mistakes.

The combined form of the Children of Light licked his lips. If Daemon wanted a fight, let him come. But what was with the stealing of magical items? As far as he could remember, there was no reason to take the Horns and madstone together. The stone could show him weaknesses, he supposed, but Taus was still more powerful than Daemon even with that knowledge, and the Sultana knew it anyway.

Melek Taus regarded his main weakness as a minor annoyance. His instability was a difficult thing to exploit, after all. The little voices in his head could be inclined to try and take over, but Iblis had millennia of experience suppressing them. The Sultana’s little secret made it harder, but it was still within his power provided it wasn’t somepony as powerful as him…

Had she told Celestia and Luna? That could be troublesome.

Turning to the exit of his chamber, the Peacock angel spread his wings and released a maniacal laugh. He hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.

As soon as he arrived, Melek decided that he didn’t like Ponyville. The architecture was alien to him; he couldn’t even see a single minaret or mosque. The other ponies all seemed to regard him as an object of curiosity, and harassed him incessantly with questions. When he thought he had finally waded through the worst, the pink one had shown up.

Melek was convinced that she was a djinn. Her ability to defy logic was astounding, and he couldn’t escape no matter what he tried. She had, against Twilight’s advice, dragged him down to Sugarcube Corner for a welcoming party, and Melek (who had been dubbed ‘Mel’ by the ponies) endured several hours of horrible social interactions. Having survived the ordeal, he slumped onto his bed with a groan.

“Mel?” a soft voice called from the doorway. Melek turned around to see that Twilight had followed him to his room and was addressing him with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about… all that. I could tell you didn’t enjoy it.” Twilight looked down and pawed at the floor with her hoof.

“It’s okay.” Melek replied with a forced smile. Now he felt guilty for troubling his host. He wondered why he could never do anything right.

Twilight seemed a little reassured by his words, and she opened the curtains covering the room’s only window to allow the last rays of the sun enter. Melek stood up and walked over to watch the sunset as well.

“The orange hues remind me of home.” Melek sighed.

“This can be your home.” Twilight replied with almost a pleading tone.

“We will see.” Melek wanted to reach out and comfort Twilight, but he wasn’t sure that was the right thing to do. Instead, they stood in awkward silence for several moments before a small sound behind them interrupted.

Melek turned to see a baby dragon holding a scroll. Twilight walked over to the purple and green juvenile and took the scroll with her magic. Melek now remembered the dragon’s name as Spike, Twilight’s assistant. As Melek recalled, Spike had threatened to set him on fire should he ‘try anything’. Melek wasn’t sure what Spike was talking about, but he wasn’t eager to be lit on fire so he elected to nod and agree.

Twilight unfurled the scroll and perused the contents. Again, Melek was surprised by her quick reading. Her previously neutral expression dropped as she finished reading, and Melek found himself with a strange feeling as he watched her horror.

“Mel.” Twilight spoke flatly “What do you know about the Sultana’s plan?”

“I-I don’t know anything!” Melek objected. He didn’t know what she was talking about; the Sultana hadn’t told him anything other than to report to her.

“You’re a spy, aren’t you.” Twilight sighed sadly. She turned and advanced on Melek with her horning glowing threateningly.

“I don’t know!” Melek flinched and tried to hide behind the curtain, causing Twilight to stop her advance “I was told to tell her everything, but now I’m free, but I don’t like being free so far, and I just want to go home!” Melek slumped to the ground as Twilight’s horn stopped glowing.

“I’m sorry Mel.” Twilight whispered “I thought I was helping you, but all I’ve done is rip you away from everything you know and tossed you into a new world.”

“It’s not your fault, I just, I guess I need some time.” Melek tried to cheer her up. He did actually like Twilight, and even if the pink djinn had bothered him she had good intentions. All of them did. “I promise I’ll try harder.”

“You don’t have to. You’re free, even if that means you want to leave.” Twilight swallowed nervously and trotted over to the doorway. Spike had long scuttled off. “And I believe you when you say you didn’t know anything.”

“What’s going on?” Melek asked.

“The Sultana…” Twilight began before a pair of Royal Guards burst into the room behind her. In a flash, they had grabbed Melek with their powerful hooves and hoofcuffed him.

“W-What’s going on?! Why?!” Melek shrieked, terror evident in his voice. As he was dragged off, he saw a tear drop from Twilight’s eye.

The massive machine’s bronze plating shone in the light provided by the magma. Daemon regarded his masterpiece with pride. He was standing on a small ledge that was part of a large cave in the mantle the planet of Equus, beneath the volcano that once served as Mazda’s Forge. Before him was one of the last creations of Mazda before it left Equus. Daemon had found it half-finished years ago, and had set to finishing the beautiful device. It had taken so long, but with the Horns to channel the power provided by the Madstone, the machine would soon be working. All he needed was to control it, but of course he wasn’t going to be the one inhabiting it. That duty fell to his ally, the Sultana.

He still remembered when he met her. She was covered in her foal’s blood, and swearing all sorts of foul oaths. When Daemon came to her, and offered her revenge, she accepted almost instantly. In truth, she wasn’t the queen she fancied herself to be, but just another pawn. Daemon smiled wickedly.

No, the queen position was already taken, even if she had been captured. But of course, you could always sacrifice a pawn for a queen. Daemon was only half of a full being without his queen, with a hole in his heart. He would sacrifice the world for her.

As the bronze machine began to power up, Daemon allowed himself a cackle. Once the Sultana had smashed Taus, he would turn her against all the nations one by one. Then he could get his sister back, and they would rule.

As they should.

“And why can’t you capture him? You could have captured Tirek, had you been faithful.” Princess Luna inquired as Discord shrugged. The two were seated at a round table in the heart of the castle, with Celestia taking a third seat by the window. They had called Discord here to discuss strategy now that Daemon was loose.

“Daemon is a completely different case.” Discord defended himself “He’s one of Lucifer’s little…”

“Enough.” Princess Celestia cut off Discord’s explanation. “If you won’t capture him, then we need another plan.” Not that there were many she could think of.

“It’s not that I won’t, but that I can’t!” Discord protested as he pulled his eyes out, turned them into dice, and rolled them across the table to get a pair of ones. “Unlike you or the others, the Children of Light specialize in resisting me!”

“Daemon isn’t a Child of Light.” Luna protested.

“He’s cut from the same cloth.” Celestia sighed. She had suspected as much. Mazda had lifted Lucifer specifically to oppose Mainyu and Ahriman, so those that spawned from his sundering were powerful against a chaotic being like Discord, who had been born of Ahriman.

“If anything, you two are the ones who should stand against him.” Discord suggested as his seat decided to ignore gravity and float away, with him still sitting in it. “Your parent was the one designed to keep Lucifer in check.” Mazda hadn’t been happy with some of Lucifer’s indiscretions, and so had raised several others to keep him contained along with creating the Peacekeeper to jail any misbehaving gods.

“Only with the help of her siblings.” Celestia grumbled. So far, Aquila had ignored all of her missives, leading Celestia to wonder if she had made a deal with Daemon. Goliath, or rather his regents, had at least answered her. She hadn’t been surprised to hear that the infant demigod wasn’t able to participate since he had only been reborn recently. As for Chiron, he hadn’t been seen in millennia (and his children, Scorpan and Tirek, weren’t available either) and Borealis had been tossed into the only place worse than Tartarus, the Void of Mainyu. Celestia and Luna faced the prospect of facing Daemon with only Cadance and Twilight providing support. Even the Elements of Harmony and Crystal Heart, weapons that were so potent against Mainyuan forces like Discord or Sombra, provided no help against a Mazdan demigod such as Daemon.

“Tia, what do we do?” Luna looked at Celestia, hoping her older sister would come up with a plan.

“We will fight.” Celestia replied firmly. As the Princesses stood up, Discord noted the fire in Celestia’s eyes. It had been a long time since he had seen her like this, and it almost scared the chaotic being. Even against the Changeling queen, Celestia had held back. Now though, she was preparing for not just a battle, but a war.

The Ritual Begins

“I’ve already told you I don’t know anything!” Melek had pleaded with his captors for the past two hours, to no avail. He was seated in a makeshift interrogation room inside the palace, with his two golden clad interrogators opposite him. Both of his forelegs were cuffed to chair, and his back legs had been cuffed together. A small metal ring had been fitted around his horn, to inhibit his magic.

The guards regarded him with blank expressions. Melek quivered as one of them removed his sword with magic and inspected the blade, as if searching for imperfections. The other guard smiled at him.

“We want to help you. But we need to know her plan.” the smiling pony spoke languidly. His partner snorted.

“This worm’s useless” he sneered “just toss him in the dungeon for the rest of his miserable life.” Melek recoiled in horror as the smiling guard shook his head.

“He’s a good pony. Right Mel?” the smiling pony asked Melek. Flicking his eyes between the pair, Melek nodded.

“I’m a good pony.” Melek insisted “But I don’t know anything about her plan!”

“You expect us to believe that?” the irate guard hissed, slamming his blade into the table with enough force to imbed it there.

“You were her personal slave” the smiling one shot a glare at his partner “surely you must have seen, or heard something.”

In truth, Melek had seen the Sultana conversing with a scary looking stranger before, and he thought he had heard something about revenge being tossed around, but he would never betray the Sultana.It wasn't exactly prime information, but he didn't want to divulge even that. Recalling his Janissary training, Melek mentally encased his mind in steel.

“Melek Kul, 9th orta, Janissary.” Melek responded evenly as the guards sighed.

“Just our luck; the stallion’s a former Janissary.” the irate guard muttered. “We never get anything outta his kind.” He looked at Melek with a wicked twinkle in his eye. “At least, not without torturing ‘em first.”

“Melek Kul, 9th orta, Janissary.” Melek replied, this time in Arabic. The smiling guard bit his lip in frustration.

“Come on,” he pleaded with Melek “we freed you. Don’t you owe us?”

“Owe you?” Melek looked at the guards in disgust. “You took me from my happy life and made me a traitor.” Melek almost spat out the words.

“But now you’re free to do anything.” the smiling guard protested.

“Am I? Because it sure doesn’t seem like I am.” Melek laughed hollowly. “I’ve just traded one set of chains for another!” He shook his shackles for emphasis.

The irate guard smacked him across the face with his left hoof, and would’ve continued had his partner not held him back with magic. Bleeding a little from his nose, Melek looked at the offender with hatred in his eyes.

“Melek Kul, 9th orta, Janissary.” Melek locked eyes with his opposite, who drew his sword menacingly.

“You want out of chains? Well,” the guard leaned forward as his comrade released him with a sigh of resignation “just let me cut off your legs, and then you’ll never be chained again!” The guard drew his blade across the front of Melek’s right foreleg, drawing a small trickle of blood as Melek struggled not to flinch.

“Melek Kul, 9th orta, Janissary.” Melek closed his eyes, awaiting the next cut. To his surprise, none came. Instead, he saw the guard drop his sword and look at it in disgust.

“I can’t do this.” the irate guard shook his head as his compatriot nodded. “I’m not a torturer.” The smiling guard pointed him to the door, which he proceeded to use to exit.

“Sorry bout that,” the smiling guard apologized “we haven’t actually tortured anyone before, and Gleam hasn’t got that good of a stomach.” After a moment, the smiling guard added “Though he did play a heck of a bad cop.”

“Melek Kul, 9th orta, Janissary.” Melek replied cautiously. The smiling guard chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, nice job.” he waved his hoof in small circles. “He’s all yours, Princess.” he called towards the door as he got up and walked out.

Twilight Sparkle strode in, fixing Melek with an emotionless stare. Melek felt his heart drop; hadn’t Twilight believed him?

“Tell me everything Mel.” Twilight demanded.

“Melek Kul, 9th orta, Janissary.” Melek replied, unsure how to react. Twilight picked up the table between them with her magic and tossed it aside. It struck the wall with a bang and fell apart.

“Please Mel. The whole truth.” Twilight’s expression remained neutral.

“Melek Kul, 9th orta, Janissary.” Melek swallowed nervously.

“I’m sorry Mel.” Twilight closed her eyes. “This is all my fault. If I hadn’t…” she trailed off as the sword that the guard had discarded earlier floated toward him.

Melek shook violently as the blade’s flat edge kissed his throat. The blade then spun away, thrown into the corner, as his shackles suddenly opened.

“Twilight?” Melek inspected his legs carefully, as if to make sure he was free.

“Go.” Twilight responded without opening her eyes. “You’ve earned freedom.” A few tears streamed from her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Melek approached her cautiously.

“I just wanted to help!” Twilight opened her eyes suddenly and threw the chairs across the room. “I just wanted to help…” she mumbled as she slumped to the ground.

Melek sat down next to her and fidgeted for several seconds before he embraced her with his forelegs. She leaned into his hug and cried for several seconds before composing herself. They separated and stood up.

“I didn’t even think about what you really wanted.” Twilight sighed. “I just figured you’d want to come with me to Ponyville, and be with other unicorns. But this isn’t what you wanted, is it?”

“It was not my first choice.” Melek answered truthfully. “But I’m glad I met you, Twilight.” He smiled at Twilight, who weakly returned the gesture. “I think I can give it a try.”

“You don’t have to.” Twilight’s smile vanished. “You’d be more comfortable at your real home.”

“This is my home.” Melek declared, stamping his hoof.

“But you’re not ready to turn against her, are you?” Twilight looked away.

“I honestly don’t know much.” Melek tried to assure her. “Other than keeping an eye on you, she didn’t let me in on much. She did have some shadowy partner, but…”

“You mean Daemon?” Twilight interrupted. Melek flinched. He didn't recognize that name, but it was awful close to another name for the djinn.

“I don’t know that name.” Melek shrugged.

“Melek Taus doesn’t publicize his existence.” Twilight mused. “So that’s all you know?”

“That’s everything.” Melek replied stoically. He sent a silent apology to the Sultana; Twilight had managed to get under his skin.

“Do you know how difficult it is to translate Daevish?” Daemon asked the Sultana, who was pacing back and forth as she regarded the bronze machine.

“Too hard for you?” Gulbahar sneered. Daemon rolled his eyes.

“Once I’ve deciphered the ritual,” Daemon grinned gleefully as he turned his attention back to the leather bound tome on the table “I will give you full control, as promised. Then you march to Saddle Arabia.”

“And kill Taus.” the Sultana smirked.

“And kill Taus as you know him.” Daemon nodded, absorbed in his book.

“Then what?” Gulbahar demanded. “You haven’t told me what happens after that.”

“Don’t worry,” Daemon chuckled under his breath “I have it all planned out.”

The bronze machine let off a sudden bout of steam as Daemon scribbled down a small portion of the Daevish script. With a sudden realization, he set to finishing the translation. So that was how it was done… interesting. And conducive to his plans, as well.

“Come here, Sultana.” Daemon commanded. The Sultana opened her mouth, as if to retort, but instead found herself walking over.

“What?” she asked as Daemon smiled softly and drew his black dagger. Gulbahar struggled against his control, but instead she arched her neck to present him with a clean target.

“Just stay still. It’ll be over soon.” Daemon drew the dagger across her exposed throat, splattering her blood onto the paper. With a gurgle, the Sultana fell down. Daemon laughed as he continued with the ritual.

Blood and Glory

The machine began moving, flexing the bronze legs that would allow it to move across the land. The machine resembled the ancient proto-Arabian race, but bore a pair of bronze wings upon its back. As the ruby red eyes began to glow, the machine fixed its gaze on the figure standing before it. Daemon had a childlike grin on his face as the machine’s joints creaked while the head slowly approached him. The Panoptes madstone was hidden inside the machine’s anti-magic armor, while Baphomet’s twisted black Horns adorned the crown of its head.

Even Daemon had to admit that Halos was awe inspiring. It had been crafted by Mazda before the Dawn War, but had been abandoned in favor of another project once Mainyu and Ahriman had shown up.

Daemon watched with glee as Halos turned its attention to the Sultana’s body.

Melek Taus sat in the center of his temple, flanked by a pair of black maned Janissaries while he meditated. He breathed in, on average, every four minutes according to the guards. A rainbow aura seemed to play around his figure as he concentrated. The stone pillars that supported the domed roof stood as silent sentinels to his continued efforts. Sunlight streamed in from the open patch at the apex of the dome.

Suddenly, the Peacock angel stood up and opened his eyes wide. He had been using his abilities to try and find Daemon, but now that he knew where he was, Taus was livid. For his bastard brother to be desecrating Mazda’s forge…

Taus growled slightly. He spread his rainbow wings, and took off through the skylight in the center of the stone temple. His Janissaries watched with awe, and awaited his return.

Taus soared quickly through the sky, his eyes flashing through different colors as he sped toward the dormant volcano that housed the forge.

Before he could arrive, however, he felt a massive wave of energy overwhelm the land. It felt like… him?! Taus shook his head in confusion as he hovered. How could something feel like him? He redoubled his efforts as he shot toward the forge.

It didn’t matter. Taus would crush his imposter beneath his hoof, then tear Daemon apart to see how he worked. Taus licked his lips as he considered the possibilities. With Lillith gone, he couldn’t rebuild Lucifer, but he could still absorb Daemon’s strength.

Celestia and Luna thought that Daemon was a bigger threat. Melek Taus would show them how wrong they were before he exiled them. Or should he try to absorb them too? Would it work?

Taus cackled, a shower of golden energy cascading around his body.

Celestia and Luna stamped as they felt Taus flinging himself toward Daemon. For all his faults, at least Taus would crush Daemon. Wearing their Royal armor, the sisters took the sky with an escort of pegasi and flew towards the confrontation. Like Taus, they were stunned to feel another energy source that felt like the spawn of Lucifer suddenly arise beneath the forge.

“Sister!” Luna cried out in alarm, as Celestia’s jaw dropped.

“I don’t know.” Celestia replied. “But it can’t be good.”

“How do you feel, Gulbahar?” Daemon asked the statue. As promised, he had forced Gulbahar into the machine that had been designed to house a reborn Lucifer. He couldn’t have put himself in without giving up his true physical form, so the Sultana served as an acceptable surrogate.

Halos’ gears whirled within the armor frame, as if trying to answer. Daemon had neglected to mention that Halos hadn’t ever been given the ability to speak. He rather liked that feature. If he was going to go through the trouble of turning her into a daevish spirit and anchoring her to the madstone, he had earned the right to mute her incessant speech.

Halos bent its head down to look at the prone body of Gulbahar, the Sultana Valide. All color had faded, and the eyes had filled with blood to the point that they appeared black. The slashed throat sat in a pool of crimson. With a nudge, Halos tossed the old body into the magma. It had no need of that form any longer.

Halos stamped its right fore hoof in anticipation, before slowly maneuvering forward. Daemon jumped to land on its shoulder, with his wicked smile still showing. He felt the presence of three demigods approaching. Good. Let them come.

As Halos slowly walked up the ramp to the surface, Daemon couldn’t control his elation.

Inside the mind of the machine, the Sultana found that she had little control over proceedings. She wasn’t controlling the machine, in truth, and she wasn’t sure if Daemon knew that. Instead, she watched the machine steal her mind while relegating her to a glorified cheerleader. The metal brain had copied most of hers, but her actual soul was stuck in the madstone. Still, Halos would do what she couldn’t… even if the form appeared a bit too masculine for her taste.

Watching, Gulbahar awaited her vengeance. As if reading her thoughts, Halos released a massive vent of steam with a loud hiss. Mazda’s penultimate creation would soon see the light of day.

Aquila felt the disturbing energy from her palace. She was seated on her ruby encrusted throne, with a dragon’s skull hanging above. She smiled subtly as she remembered when she fought that beast. Before her, a host of griffin nobles were prostrating themselves and offering empty words. Politics sickened Aquila. Twists and turns, backstabbing and talk, bah! She much prefered battle, where a griffin’s worth was truly proven. Perhaps it was time for another civil war. After dealing with Taus and Daemon, of course.

So Daemon had some sort of Taus clone… intriguing. Aquila silenced her groveling audience with a wave of her talons, and dismissed them. As they walked away, Aquila inspected her armor. She could never resist battle.

Plunging out her open window, Aquila led loose a mighty scream as she prepared for bloodshed. She wasn’t about to let somegriffin, or somepony, else steal her glory.

Mazdanic Civil War, Pt One

“Princess Twilight!” the Royal Guard ran up to Twilight, panting heavily. She stood on the balcony of her palace, watching the sky. Two streaks of light flew across, heading toward the disturbing energy she had sensed earlier.

“They’ve gone to confront him.” Twilight blinked slowly. The Guard stopped short as she flared her wings aggressively. “I need to help them!” Twilight took to the air, leaving a flabbergasted Earth pony guard behind.

She glided down to the center of town, where Melek stood awkwardly, watching the ponies pass. The citizens of Ponyville apparently had no inkling of his interrogation, so they would pass by and talk to him in a cheery tone, to which he would offer a succinct reply. He was supposed to be finding a job, but everytime he tried to approach somepony for one he got scared and backed off.

Twilight’s sudden appearance startled Melek. He began to form a question before the pair were teleported by her magic.

It seemed the Mazdans were bickering again. Discord cackled as he regarded the coming conflict. He had to given Daemon credit. Even though he was a Mazdanic entity, he could sow chaos with the best of them.

Sunning himself just outside Fluttershy’s house, Discord pondered his options. He wouldn’t stand against Daemon or Taus, but the presence rapidly approaching from the Griffon lands was another matter. Though supposedly an ally, Aquila’s motives were suspect. Discord wanted to make sure that no harm came to Fluttershy. Or her friends. She was currently out helping deal with some pests that had taken up residence in one of the pony’s attics.

Discord was blinded for a second as none other than Twilight Sparkle and some other unicorn appeared before him. He smiled as Twilight stomped over to him. “What can I do for you, friend?”

“Celestia and Luna are attacking Daemon. We’re going to go help them!” she locked gazes with Discord. Melek shuffled around slightly in the background, unsure of what to do.

“Oh, I’m well aware of the conflict” Discord yawned “but I see no reason to intervene. Besides, didn’t Celestia order you to stay put?”

“I’m a Princess too” Twilight reminded him “so I say we go. As for you, you wouldn’t want to disappoint your friend, would you?”

Discord rolled his eyes. “Puh-leez. I’m no use against Daemon and that thing he has with him.” He leaned over toward Twilight. “But I suppose I could give you a little help.”

“Dealing with djinn always leads to bad deals.” Melek muttered. Discord looked at him and laughed.

“Oh, I’m much worse than a djinn.” Discord licked his lips, as Melek shivered.

“The help, Discord.” Twilight insisted. Discord sighed.

“A little information, free of charge.” Discord snapped his fingers and conjured up a small projector and screen. “Please, class, pay attention.” Bullet points appeared on screen, and the sun suddenly dimmed.

The combatants are as follows:

-Melek Taus, Mazdanic, Child of Light

-Daemon, Mazdanic, Bastard of Light

-Unknown, Mazdanic, Similar aura to a Child of Light

-Celestia and Luna, Mazdanic, children of Titania

-Aquila, Mazdanic, Child of Ouranos

The projector flipped to the next slide as Twilight took out a scrap of parchment and took notes.

-Discord is clearly the best teacher ever

Twilight huffed as the projector flipped again.

-Discord, as a Mainyuan entity, is weak against Children of Light

-Therefore, Discord will not participate in the battle

“And that sums it up.” Discord snapped his fingers and the items disappeared.

“That doesn’t even help at all!” Twilight protested.

“You get what you pay for.” Discord filed his nails nonchalantly.

“Why did I even bother.” Twilight snarled as she turned back toward Melek.

“Uh, Twilight?” Melek looked at her nervously. She sighed and composed herself.

“I shouldn’t have brought you.” Twilight teleported away, leaving Discord and Melek behind.

“Ouch.” Discord winced as Melek’s shoulders slumped.

“What were you talking about, djinn?” Melek eyed Discord carefully. He was wary of the chaotic spirit, having grown up on tales of mischievous or outright evil beings.

“You’re much more special than you think.” Discord smiled deviously at the confused pony. “Takes one to know one, I suppose.”

“What-what are you saying?” Melek backed up several steps as Discord stepped toward him.

“Just some chaotic nonsense.” Discord cracked his knuckles. “Would you like to help Twilight and her friends?”

“I’m not making a deal with you.” Melek’s body began to shake.

“I’m not looking for a deal, little colt, just an answer.” Discord petted the petrified Melek. “Yes or no?”

“I-I want to help, but what use am I against gods?” Melek stopped his shaking and suddenly startled Discord with his resolve. It seemed that he could only be pushed so far.

“More than you know. Now then, shall I send you on your merry way?” Discord snapped his fingers and conjured up a small box with a big red button on it. “Just push the button of your own free will, and you’ll be sent to the battlefield.” Discord explained as he handed it over to the unicorn.

Melek hesitated for several moments before pushing the button. Discord burst out laughing as Melek vanished.

“What have you wrought, bastard?” Melek Taus looked at his shadowy brother with hate in his eyes.

“I have brought justice.” Daemon smiled. He was perched upon the shoulder of Halos, which sat opposing Taus on the desert plains. He felt the approaching entities, but wasn’t worried.

“Justice.” Taus laughed hollowly. "What justice is this?"

“You imprisoned my sister and banished her!” Daemon burst out in fury.

“After you imprisoned me.” Taus returned cooly.

“It doesn’t matter.” Daemon bared his teeth. “Soon, you’ll be smashed on these sands.”

“So what is this toy you’ve brought?” Taus pointed at the bronze machine, which vented steam in response.

“This is Halos, a creation of Mazda before it left.” Daemon smirked. “Designed to hold our dear father’s reborn soul, I’ve allowed the Sultana to rent it for a small fee.”

“So that’s why you wanted the Horns and madstone.” Taus yawned. “Even so, I fail to see why it’s a threat to me.”

“Because it was designed not only to hold Lucifer, but to kill any who opposed him.” Daemon laughed maniacally as Taus snorted.

“Bring it.” Taus gnashed his teeth.

“Wait Taus!” the suddenly arriving Celestia broke his concentration. Her sister trailed behind her, regarding Taus with a look of disgust.

“Just in time to see my victory.” Taus smiled at them. Aquila arrived without a sound, hovering over by Daemon. “Hello, little eagle.” Taus taunted the last demigod to arrive.

“Stand aside, Celestia and Luna.” Aquila’s stare was focused on Taus. “I’ll kill you if it means destroying that monster.”

“Aquila please. Daemon is the bigger threat here!” Celestia pleaded. Aquila didn’t respond, but Daemon broke out laughing again.

“Three on three, it seems.” Daemon closed his eyes. “Let the games begin!”

On a nearby dune, the demigods and machine failed to notice two figures appearing as they charged each other.

Mazdanic Civil War, Pt Two

Aquila launched herself like an arrow toward Taus, but was intercepted by a sudden burst of light. Hovering before her, Princess Celestia’s eyes glowed with energy.

“Aquila, don’t do this.” Celestia stated flatly. Aquila gave a shriek and resumed her charge, with Celestia the target now.

Daemon jumped off the back of Halos to observe proceedings. As he levitated himself to a better vantage point, he found himself struck by a sudden sense of fear. Turning his head slowly, he barely dodged a blast of black energy.

Princess Luna, her eyes glowing as well, allowed Daemon no respite. Further attacks forced him to dodge rapidly, unable to respond. He was forced down to the sand, while Luna gently landed opposite him.

Melek Taus, the eldest of the demigods, spread his wings and laughed as Halos lumbered toward him. He stood still as the machine raised a hoof and drove it down at him, moving at the last possible moment.

“Is that the best you can do?” Taus sneered “I could move faster than that in my sleep!” Halos made no reply, but continued the follow Taus as he darted away. Jumping into the air and soaring overhead, Taus summoned a massive ball of energy and sent it crashing into Halos. Sand obscured his view for a moment, before it settled.

Halos stood unharmed by his attack. Melek Taus frowned. That should have scattered bronze across the desert. Taking a closer look at the engraved words located on the bronze machine’s legs as he lazily dodged its attacks, he saw that they were heavily enchanted with anti-magic spells.

“What a bother.” Taus chuckled. So his magic was useless as a solo weapon, but he still had plenty of options. Teleporting a few hundred yards away, he picked up a massive rock with his magic before teleporting back above Halos. Hefting his weapon, he tossed the stone at Halos with as much force as he could muster.

Halos’ blank expression didn’t change as the makeshift meteor hurtled toward it. Instead, it raised its right front hoof and looked as if it was intending to catch it. Taus snorted at the machine’s stupidity, before the rock suddenly came to a stop just inches away from impact. The rock was now shrouded in a bronze magic aura as Taus blinked to make sure he was seeing correctly. Now this machine had magic of its own, that wasn’t bothered by the anti-magic enchantments? If he didn’t need to destroy it, Taus would have taken it for himself.

The stone flew at him rather slowly, so he was able to dodge with no trouble. Taus flew a little higher, daring Halos to come after him. The bronze wings flapped a few times as the machine continued to chase after him.

“How amusing. You are a determined little engine.” Taus, far more maneuverable in the air, continued to dodge the best efforts of Halos to swipe him out of the air. The machine showed no fatigue, only a determination that even Taus found admirable.

Swirling sand around with his magic, Taus engulfed Halos with a sandstorm. Driving the grains deeper into the machine, through the gaps in the armor, Taus felt Halos plummet to the ground as it could no longer use the magic in its wings since they had been rendered immobile.

With a satisfying crash, Halos landed. Taus continued to push sand into the machine, eager to bury it beneath the dunes. Once it was no longer visible, Taus continued to force tons of sand onto the still form. He chuckled, imagining a foal playing with a toy at the beach. Daemon’s weapon had been defeated. Taus turned to see how Celestia and Luna were faring.

Behind him, Halos suddenly broke through the sand with a speed that startled Taus as he whirled around. He was terribly confused; he could still sense the energy of Halos deep beneath the sand, yet it was now closing in on him. He briefly wondered whether the machine had been holding back before an armored hoof smashed down on him.

For every attack Aquila made, Celestia matched with a defensive spell of equal power. Aquila’s talons had found their mark only once, leaving a nasty scratch on beneath Celestia’s left eye. Aquila and Celestia circled each other, awaiting the next act.

“You’ve gone soft in your old age, Celestia.” Aquila sneered at the alicorn, who rolled her eyes in response.

“You’re almost as old as I am, Aquila.” she reminded her adversary. Aquila feinted as if to attack, and Celestia cast a defensive spell reflexively.

“Scared?” Aquila mocked Celestia.

“Hardly.” Celestia returned with iron in her voice. “This is your last chance. I’ve been holding back and you know it. Leave now.”

With a shrieking laugh, Aquila attacked again. Celestia blocked her talons with magic before they could reach the solar diarch, but she was forced to move her head slightly to avoid Aquila’s snapping beak. The pair clashed several times in rapid succession, before Celestia suddenly went on the offensive. With several blasts, Celestia forced Aquila downwards, intending to take away Aquila’s aerial supremacy. Aquila was not so easily dissuaded from leaving her natural battlefield. She made several long circles as she moved upwards, dodging blasts and regaining the figurative high ground. Celestia flew up in loops of her own, mirroring the griffin, until the two were level again.

Celestia powered up for another round of combat, but suddenly a loud bang came from behind her. Risking quick glance, she saw Taus burying Halos with sand. Aquila grimaced as she watched the event, before turning back to Celestia.

“You’ve lost, Aquila.” Celestia locked eyes with her opponent.

“You underestimate me.” Aquila suddenly smiled wickedly. Celestia looked on in horror as Halos burst out and crushed Taus beneath a massive hoof.

Daemon wandered the dark mangroves idly, wondering how he had ended up here. The saltwater swirled around his feet as he moved deeper past the gnarled roots of the trees, while the moonlight allowed him to see only a few feet away. Occasionally, he’d see a dark figure dart around just beyond his sight. It scared him.

Daemon struggled onward, not sure where he was going or why. The figure now began to linger a bit, leaving him with the outline of another pony. At first, Daemon wondered if the pony would help him, but the figure didn’t seem too friendly as it hissed whenever he approached.

Reaching a clearing that hosted a massive tree trunk in the center of the mangroves, Daemon paused. He heard hoof steps approaching from the opposite side. As he leaned around, he came face to face with the Princess Luna. Reeling, both staggered back several feet before regarding each other with wary eyes.

“Where are we?” Daemon glared at Luna.

“We do not know.” Luna responded coldly.

“You brought me here. How can you not know?” Daemon grunted.

“I intended to take you to a dreamscape, yes” Luna replied, waving her hoof “but your magic somehow distorted the plane. I don’t know anything about here.”

“So how do we get out?” Daemon stamped his hoof, splashing a little water onto Luna.

“Neither of us seem to be able to use magic. Maybe there is some kind of test?” Luna suggested.

“A test?” Daemon looked at her quizzically.

“Some dreamscapes require you to pass an objective in order to proceed.” Luna explained.

“So how do we get out, then?” Daemon demanded.

“Did you notice a figure darting around?” Luna asked suddenly. Daemon shivered.

“I thought that was you.” Daemon’s eyes widened as Luna suddenly backed away in fear.

“We thought it was you.” Luna looked around wildly as splashing seemed to come from all around them. Pitch black figures slithered in from the mangroves, forcing Luna and Daemon back to back. As each turned to talk to the other, they suddenly found themselves alone.

The dark figures came up to Daemon, who froze. They morphed into his sister, Lillith. Daemon’s heart soared as he saw her fire red mane and eyes, as well as her dark brown coat. But suddenly, a gash appeared in her throat. All around him, Daemon watched as Lillith fell to the floor and gurgled. It reminded him of the Sultana for a brief moment before he fell to the ground crying. The mocking laughter of Melek Taus echoed through the mangrove swamps.

“You monster!” Daemon cried as the dead bodies vanished, replaced by his own dead body. He looked into his own glassy eyes, and trembled. Screaming incoherently, Daemon released all of his energy. The dreamscape vanished before him, returning him to the desert just in time to see Halos crush Taus.

“Daemon?” Luna, just a few feet away, spoke softly. She was shaking badly; evidently she had suffered a nightmare as well.

“What was that?” Daemon asked Luna. Luna’s eyes suddenly widened as she looked at something behind him. Before he could turn around, he heard a voice that made his blood chill.

“Fear.”

Mazdanic Civil War, Pt Three

Daemon whirled around, his eyes ablaze with fury. Discord contorted his body to avoid a hefty punch to the gut before snapping his fingers to teleport next to Luna.

“Discord.” Daemon spat as he glared at the smiling draconequus. Luna regarded her new partner warily.

“Did you have to put me through that as well? And didn’t you say you were staying out of it?” Luna demanded. Discord tapped his chin thoughtfully.

“Not really” Discord confessed “but they did always say that you should face your fears. And I lied.” Discord grinned sadistically at Luna as she lobbed a half-hearted magical blast at him. Twisting into a coil, the blast passed harmlessly to strike the dune behind him.

“I will not be ignored.” Daemon simmered. He jumped forward, trying to strike both of his opponents with his hooves, but they jumped sideways to avoid his strike. Releasing a black bolt of lightning, Daemon struck Luna right on her helmet, causing her to be thrown a few feet. As she lay on the ground, cursing at him, Daemon then had to avoid a random anvil that appeared overhead, nearly crushing him. Discord’s lion arm swiped at Daemon’s face and left a thin red mark across his nose.

“You won’t win against both of us.” Discord bounced around Daemon like a spring as Luna got back on her hooves. Daemon smiled softly and resumed his attack.

Grinding its hoof into the sand, Halos would have smiled if it could. Suddenly, it felt a disturbance in the sand beneath it. As Halos stepped back, it suddenly fell into a sinkhole as Taus emerged from under the ground.

“You thought you’d won?” Taus taunted the machine as it scrambled back to the surface. He had narrowly avoided being crushed by burrowing under the sand, before moving around enough to try and swallow Halos again.

Halos vented steam, as if trying to answer, before lumbering forward. Taus focused his sensory probe, and was surprised to see that Halos now had three separate power readings. One stood before him, one was buried underground, and another was now flying above him. As he dodged the ponderous attack, he chanced a glance skyward. No other Halos appeared there, but he still sensed the presence. Shaking his head, Taus launched several probing magical attacks that Halos absorbed easily. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and was forced to land as the world around him seemed to spin. Halos lumbered toward him as he tried to lurch away. Inside his head, Taus heard the voices arguing again. His own was absent.

Twilight Sparkle couldn’t let her mentor fight alone. Not noticing Melek standing behind her, she launched herself from the dune to fly alongside Celestia.

“Twilight? What are you doing here?” Celestia kept her eyes on Aquila as Twilight joined her.

“I’m here to help.” Twilight explained “And I’m not leaving.” Celestia didn’t have time to answer as Aquila launched her attack, aiming at Twilight. To Aquila’s surprise, Twilight was no longer there, but instead was able to strike the griffin with a bolt of magical lightning that nearly sent her to the ground. Wobbling, she flew back to level with her adversaries, who hovered opposite her.

“My brother’s taught me a little something about fighting.” Twilight gloated, answering Celestia’s unspoken question. “After the changeling invasion, he felt it would be better if I could defend myself.” Twilight explained as Aquila sneered.

“You should still leave.” Celestia insisted. Twilight’s response was to shake her head. Celestia recognized the look in her former student’s eyes. Rather than continuing to argue, Celestia turned her attention back to Aquila.

“It doesn’t have to be this way.” Celestia pleaded to Aquila.

“You didn’t watch him murder thousands of your citizens at Tarsos!” Aquila screamed. “You didn’t have your chicks crushed beneath tons of dirt!” With a primal scream, Aquila launched herself back into the fray.

“It’s over Daemon. You’ve lost.” Luna watched her adversary chuckle. Celestia and Aquila were evenly matched, but with Twilight’s help they should prevail. Daemon had an advantage over Discord, but Luna’s presence nullified that. She wasn’t sure why Taus was struggling so much, but he was still holding his own. They could help him after they finished here… or not.

“It’s only just begun, little princess.” Daemon licked his lips. Darting forward, he didn’t aim for either opponent but instead came to stand between them. Luna’s magical attacks were nullified as he turned toward her and raced over. Rather than attack, however, Daemon came right up to Luna, face to face. Luna could smell the decay on his breath as he grinned madly before he suddenly vanished. A massive bolt of chaotic energy then plowed into Luna, overwhelming her defenses. The last thing she remembered was Discord standing over her.

Taus crawled away as hundreds of Halos energy copies seemed to surround him. Inside his head, he heard the thundering cries of his siblings as they tried to drag his energy to themselves. Laughing and crying, Taus collapsed as Halos bent down and picked up his body with its mouth.

“You betrayed me!” Baphomet’s voice sounded.

“I will not rest till you are destroyed!” Michael shouted.

“Can we take a nap?” Azazel inquired.

“Why don’t I get magic armor?” Toyol grumbled.

Thankfully, Halos’ jaw slammed shut on his body before the rest of the voices could be understood. As Melek Taus fell to the sand, his golden blood staining it, he saw Halos spit out his lower half. Grinning madly, Taus closed his eyes.

The explosion startled Celestia and Twilight, who had dealt several hard blows to Aquila. The griffin suddenly began shaking, as if possessed.

“He’s dead.” Aquila didn’t believe it. Daemon’s mad machine had worked. Melek Taus was gone. In the explosion, she sensed a few of his sibling’s spirits escape, but Iblis, who drove Melek Taus, did not. Aquila did not know what came after death, but she wished only the worst upon her enemy. The sudden release of energy seemed to have stunned Halos, who reeled away. Several smoking craters on its armor spoke to the sheer power of Taus’ death. Even anti-magic armor had limits.

Hearing a sudden cry, Celestia snapped her attention toward where her sister fought Daemon. She saw Luna laying wounded and unconscious, with Discord kneeling before her. Before she could turn her attention back to Aquila, she sensed the griffin fleeing. Celestia and Twilight flew down to stand by Discord as Daemon cackled.

“My little clockwork monster did it!” Daemon gloated as Celestia glared at him. Behind her, Twilight was administering aid to Luna, whose breathing had become ragged. Discord just kept muttering about how it was an accident, and how Fluttershy would never forgive him.

Lumbering over, Halos almost seemed to be grinning as it came to stand by its master. Celestia’s eyes flicked between her opponents. They had been so close to victory, only to have it snatched away at the last moment.

On the ridge of the dune, Melek watched in horror as the monsters moved toward Celestia.

Do you want to do something about it?

Melek flinched at the voice in his head. It had been a long time since he had heard it. It always offered him help, but Melek never accepted. He figured it was a demon.

But now the voice was offering to go against a real demon. Melek hesitated as he watched Celestia being swatted down by a massive hoof.

“I do.” Melek spoke aloud. He felt the voice smile.

Good.

A Matter of Time

“Melek Kul, please step forward.” The Janissary stepped forward from beside the Sultana’s side. Several of his peers flanked her as she sat on her litter, her form obscured behind curtains. The young unicorn stepped up to face the Janissary, trying his best not to be intimidated.

I’d like to kill him. Please?

“Yes, sir.” Melek saluted. The Janissary, Captain Mustafa, suddenly drove a hoof right into Melek’s face. Melek took the shot without flinching, refusing to fall. Mustafa grinned.

That wasn’t really fair, was it?

Melek ignored the voice of the demon in his head. This was a just a test, and tests were not always fair. To show weakness was to die.

Which is why you should let me aid you. We can be stronger.

“You stand accused of blasphemy and apostasy. What say you?” Mustafa’s face turned serious.

They’ll strangle you. Imagine your tongue rolling out as you claw for breath. Let me deal with them, then you never need fear death again.

“I am no apostate.” Melek replied forcefully. He kept his gaze locked on his opposite, who betrayed no emotion.

Because they’ll certainly believe you. Oh, you’re not? Well, trial’s over, everypony go home.

“Is that so?” a gentle voice floated down from the litter. To Melek’s surprise, the Sultana emerged and trotted down to stand next to the Captain.

This one is a viper. She’ll gladly kill you for pleasure. But perhaps you can make yourself useful to her.

“I am not worthy, Your Highness.” Melek bit his lip nervously. He hated the voice that tormented him. He had prayed for hours for deliverance, but Taus did nothing. That was why he had cursed the false god. It was only bad luck that he had been overheard.

You could always let me help you.

“Are you sure?” The Sultana’s voice hardened. “I cannot have a member of my household being a blasphemer. But to lie to me is an even worse crime, slave.”

There’s that word again. Slave. Let me break your chains.

“I have never wavered in my faith to you, Sultana.” Melek responded.

That wasn’t really the question, but well done.

“To me?” The Sultana’s brow raised. “But what of Taus?”

Well done! The Sultana has no love for Taus.

“I belong to you, Sultana.” Melek answered. Captain Mustafa smiled as he exchanged a quick glance with the Sultana.

Now we can kill her while her back is turned.

“Good. Don’t forget it.” the Sultana turned and walked away. Melek made no move as she left the room.

A pity. I was looking forward to breaking her pretty little neck.

“Return to your post, Janissary.” Mustafa dismissed Melek. As he walked away, Melek smirked.

“Sir, the enemy has hidden in the cellars!” Ibrahim Kul, a brown coated and maned Saddle Arabian reported to Melek Kul. Both were clad in Janissary armor, with red and gold prominent. Melek pondered the new information.

Burn them out, like little rats!

“Burn the houses.” Melek replied bluntly. Ibrahim gasped.

Very good.

“Sir! They have mares and foals!” Ibrahim reeled as Melek snorted at him.

Rebels get no mercy.

“They are rebels.” Melek replied. He had been ordered to suppress the rebels in this remote town, and he fully intended to see it done. Melek was about to do it himself, but paused as he sensed the demon’s glee.

I could help you do it better.

“But sir!” Ibrahim protested weakly.

Burn this one with them. He has no spine.

“Offer them terms first.” Melek relented, blinking several times. He felt the demon’s disappointment. Why had he been so eager to kill these farmers?

Because you are a killer. Just like me.

That was what they were. Just a bunch of farmers who had defended themselves against some rapacious bandits. They didn’t know that those bandits had been the Sultan’s Sipahi guard, and that by protecting themselves they had invited his wrath. Now they huddled in the cellar, clutching at what possessions they had managed to take with them.

Does it matter? Just take what is yours. Only the strong survive.

Melek shook his head.

So stubborn… well, let us see the result.

Several minutes later, Ibrahim and the others dragged a small group of bloodied peasants forward. Melek noticed that only females were present.

“They surrendered, sir.” Ibrahim swelled with pride.

Iblis would like that

“The stallions?” Melek asked.

They’re just around the corner, of course.

“Slaughtered, as Taus demands!” Ibrahim boomed, laughing. Melek realized now why he hadn’t wanted to burn them. It wasn’t mercy; Ibrahim just wanted the chance to rape the mares. As Melek looked, he saw that the mares were trembling, and had blank expressions. Evidently, Ibrahim and his stallions hadn’t waited to claim their prize. Even the foals seemed to have been abused. While Ibrahim drove the slaves forward, making sure to harass the foals, Melek turned away.

This is your mercy, slave.

Melek knew all about the verses that allowed stallions to take mares as slaves. He had heard the phrase “that which your right hoof possesses” more times than he cared to remember. Still, he didn’t like it. Maybe it was because he wasn’t really Saddle Arabian, like the old timers had argued when he had been accepted to the Janissaries. Maybe he wasn’t really cut out for this.

Or maybe you should just enjoy it.

“No.” Melek whispered. “I’m not like that.” Melek had grown up reading about Equestrian values, mostly through the spell and language books that his owners had him read. He had tried talking about it when he was younger, but that only earned him lashes. Besides, Equestria did nothing to help these ponies. Celestia was no better than Taus.

Then stop them.

Melek tried to ignore the screaming and crying as they camped that night.

Melek and Ibrahim stood only a few lengths away from each other, each wearing their armor and wielding a sword in their mouth.

Want my help? Not that you’ll really need it against this fool.

“You coward.” Ibrahim taunted Melek as the pair circled each other. “You think you can deny me my just reward?” Melek didn’t respond.

He did earn that girl by killing her father.

Ibrahim jumped forward and swung, but before his sword could connect he crumpled to the ground with a dagger in his neck. Melek sheathed his sword with magic, then removed his dagger. The Janissaries around him held their breath in anticipation.

Speak, then.

“There will be no taking of slaves. Leave them be.” Melek warned his subordinates, who scattered.

How boring. You think you’re so good? Who decides good and evil? These peasants will starve without their stallions. You’ve doomed them to a slow death.

“I will not listen to you.” Melek muttered under his breath.

You will one day.

Beginning of the End (Edited)

Discord sat next to Luna’s prone form as Twilight tried to revive her. He really hadn’t meant to hit her. He wasn’t a warrior, he was a manipulator. Just like Daemon.

Discord stood up, fire in his eyes. He grinned sadistically, remembering his trump card. Daemon thought himself so powerful that none of Mainyu could touch him. But some darkness can swallow even a child born of light.

“You think you are the best plotter, Daemon?” Discord muttered under his breath. “You have no idea what I am capable of.” Twilight didn’t look up, but continued to try and help Luna.

Discord felt his new ally’s power before the others, and cackled madly while Celestia and Daemon froze in fear. Celestia had suffered several bad wounds from which golden blood streamed, while Daemon sat untouched atop Halos’ scarred form. Bringing Melek here had paid off after all. Discord felt a twinge of regret as some part of him realized what he'd done, but it was banished as he got a good look at the horror on Daemon's face.

“Discord, are you doing that?” Twilight paused in her ministrations to gaze at the draconequus. Discord only shook his head. The energy certainly felt like Discord’s to her, but wrong somehow. Discord pointed to the ridge where Melek stood, causing Twilight to follow his arm to see Melek. Only it was no longer Melek who stood there.

The physical form hadn’t changed much, but he had sprouted a set of scaled draconic wings while his horn lengthened and was encompassed by a black energy that seemed to consume any light that approached. Twilight was forced to avert her gaze as the figure jumped into the air to hover opposite Celestia and Halos.

“Discord, what is that!” Twilight cried as Discord began to shake. He had released something far worse than Daemon.

“That is…” Discord began, before a massive explosion silenced his continuation.

“Do you fancy yourself darkness, Mazdana?” Melek’s new form smiled wickedly at Daemon, who had begun hyperventilating. Celestia, her pupils wide, gazed in disbelief at the power before her. “Because you are nought but a shadow of light on the wall. Gaze upon true darkness, and tremble!” Melek released a massive amount of energy that caused a massive explosion. Sand was thrown into the air, obscuring his view. Melek smiled all the same. His vessel had now accepted the contract, and darkness returned to the world.

Melek Kul watched in horror as the voice continued to charge magical energy. He wanted the power to help, but now found himself only a spectator.

"Is there a problem, vessel?" a voice floated through Melek's head. With an odd sensation, he found himself in a world of darkness, with only a small torch illuminating the scenery. Melek carefully moved forward, but froze as he heard the scraping of scales on stone.

Turning around, Melek came face to face with a massive serpent. The serpent boasted an impressive set of scaled wings and vicious yellow eyes. Its scales were a dull black, with the exception of the belly scales that bore an slightly metallic tinge.

"Are you not satisfied, kul?" the serpent's voice sounded as if he had gargled gravel. Melek faced the serpent, hiding his fear.

"I wanted to help, not destroy." Melek shot back, stamping a hoof. The serpent laughed at his pitiful attempt to intimidate him.

"We are helping, kul." the voice lightened somewhat. "Or perhaps we should call you Mainyua." The serpent seemed to smile, sending a chill down Melek's spine.

"Who are you?" Melek demanded.

When the dust settled, Celestia had been knocked to the ground alongside her sister, Twilight, and the shaking form of Discord. Daemon, who had hidden within Halos, emerged to glare balefully at his new opponent. Halos also stared at Melek, but rather than the hatred that emanated from Daemon, it found its emotions in turmoil. The cortex, taken from the Sultana, recognized the being in front of her as Melek Kul. The Sultana’s consciousness, deep within the madstone, struggled to comprehend what had occurred. She didn’t really want to attack Melek, did she?

The Sultana didn't have friends, she had only subjects. So why was she so hesitant to attack?

“How could you be here?” Daemon snarled, unaware of the struggle in Halos' mind.

“You act as if you are not happy to see me, Mazdana.” Melek sneered back at Daemon, who screamed in fury.

“Halos! Crush this insolent fool!” Daemon shrieked. The metal construct lumbered forward as if to attack, but suddenly halted. Melek tilted his head slightly as he regarded the machine. Halos tried to bring a hoof up, but the Sultana’s voice kept pestering it to leave Melek alone. Melek smiled as he felt the conflict within the machine. The armor had been badly damaged by Taus’ explosion and his own attack. It stood no chance against his full power now.

“You fancied yourself the puppetmaster, no?” Melek licked his lips menacingly. “But in truth, you were only the puppet.” Raising a hoof, Melek pointed at Halos. The construct suddenly emitted the noises of metal bending, as it started to collapse inward. Daemon watched in horror as Halos crumpled into a ball of bronze trash, its crystal brain crushed. Baphomet’s Horns, warped from pressure, fell to the sand, while the Panoptes madstone cracked before floating over to Melek.

“Little viper,” Melek laughed at the stone, savoring the feelings of fear emitting from the crack “you have lost your fangs.” Opening his mouth wide, Melek’s serpentine tongue emerged to engulf the stone as he swallowed it. Licking his lips again, Melek flew slowly toward Daemon. Daemon failed to respond.

“Feeling scared, Mazdana?” Melek circled Daemon, who was frozen in disbelief. “Perhaps you should try to conquer my mind, as you do to others?” Melek laughed. “I was right beside you the entire time, yet you never felt me.” Daemon launched a mental probe but was horrified to feel it sink past the walls of Melek’s mind. Inside, Daemon found only darknesses that he could not comprehend. Crying in pain, Daemon sank to the ground as Melek followed.

“How?” Daemon whispered as Melek approached. Melek favored him with a slight smile. “How did you come back?!” Daemon shrieked as he was picked up by Melek’s magic.

“I never really left.” Melek sank his teeth into Daemon’s neck and ripped out his throat. Swallowing, Melek sighed contentedly as he savored the taste of Light’s flesh. Daemon fell wordlessly to the ground, his powers stolen. Melek wiped his muzzle with a hoof, but only spread the golden blood across it. They thought they had condemned him to the Void, but a little of him had escaped and festered in the ruins for decades. When Discord found him and gave him enough life to find a new host, he greedily took the opportunity. Now, a thousand years later, in his fifth host, he had finally won.

Melek turned to where the others had stood, but was surprised to find that they had vanished. Except for Discord, who was kneeling as Melek approached. Melek wasn’t sure what to do with his younger… relative. He hadn’t wanted to release him. That was Mainyu’s decision.

“Little Mainyua.” Melek smiled gently at Discord. “I must thank you for my rebirth.”Discord didn’t answer as Melek circled him, gently brushing against his body. “After all,” Melek whispered “if not for your imprisonments and deception, I would not have found a path back from shadow to true darkness.” Discord flinched as he felt Melek’s breath on his neck.

“I helped you.” Discord shook as Melek tilted his head. “Leave me and my friends alone.”

Melek pondered Discord’s words for several moments. While Discord’s revival of his shadowy form a thousand years ago had been most helpful, the being cowering before him seemed far weaker than expected. “Your friends, Mainyua? We don’t have friends, only subjects.” Melek reminded him. Discord shook his head, causing Melek snorted in irritation.

“You forget yourself!” Melek’s voice reverberated across the desert. “Mainyua must rule, while Mazdana fall!” Discord stood up, his fists clenched.

“You will not harm my friends.” Discord glared at Melek, who tossed his head back and laughed. Bringing his head back, Discord noted the hatred in his eyes.

“This is chaos, then?” Melek mocked him. “You are nothing, then. You are no Mainyua.” Before Discord could reply, he was knocked backwards. Melek took to the sky, shaking his head. “For your help, no-kin, I will spare you for now. But remember that you are now prey, fit only to fall or to serve.” Melek sped off, as Discord wondered at what he had released.

“Ahriman.” the serpent replied, moving its massive head forward. Melek fell backwards as he tried to scramble away from the head, flinching when the forked tongue slithered out toward him.

"A-Ahriman. Let me and my friends go." Melek tried to reply forcefully, but his tone faltered halfway through. Ahriman merely hissed in laughter.

"You have no friends, Mainyua. We are one and the same now." Ahriman's massive mouth opened as he swallowed Melek.

Melek's screams echoed around their shared mind for several minutes before dying down.

A New Foe

“You knew.” Celestia’s piercing gaze forced Discord to look away. The nervous

draconequus stood opposite the solar princess, as they watched Luna sleeping serenely in her hospital bed. Twilight had left only a few moments earlier to the library in an attempt to find what information she could about Ahriman.

“I felt him within.” Discord grumbled, biting his lip.

“How is he still alive?” Celestia queried, her anger barely contained. While her sister lay catatonic, the embodiment of destruction was roaming freely. Taus, Daemon, and Halos were all dead or worse. Aquila had fled, and Goliath was still just an infant. What coalition could she assemble against Ahriman now?

“There was a...stain.” Discord clenched his fists. “I let that… that parasite incubate within me for years. Of course, he abandoned me when you fired the Elements of Harmony at me.”

“Discord…” Celestia sighed. “What you’ve done… is in the past. We need to focus on the present.”

“The present?” Discord’s voice cracked. “There is no present! Ahriman will swallow the world!” The draconequus cackled maniacally before Celestia smacked him across the face with a hoof.

“Shut up.” Celestia’s voice was icy. “We will find a way.” With most demigods out of commision, she’d need to use Mazda’s devices to stop Ahriman. The problem was that the only weapon she could think of, the Elements of Harmony, were locked in the Tree of Harmony. She doubted that Twilight and her friends could recreate that power surge that allowed them to defeat Tirek; and besides, she wasn’t sure that would do anything against Ahriman, who was more than merely Mainyuan. Celestia remembered the tales Titania had imparted upon her during the sundering. How Angra Mainyu had twisted the Old Elohimi god of oceans, Lotan, to create Ahriman after Lucifer’s slaughter of the Old Elohim.

Celestia, who had been slouching slightly, suddenly stood up. The Old Elohim hadn’t been completely destroyed. If she could find some of the survivors, perhaps they could stand against Ahriman. She already knew where to find one.

“Discord, do you know where I can find the surviving Old Elohim?” Celestia looked at Discord, who threw his head back and laughed.

“They’re no match even if they were still alive. I haven’t sensed one ever.” Discord shook his head slowly.

“You aren’t sure what to look for.” Celestia almost smirked before remembering that her sister was still laying next to her. “I’ve already found one.”

“Impossible! If you had one, you’d have used it!” Discord shrieked, a small clap of thunder accompanying his proclamation.

“I didn’t want to risk her against Daemon, and she was busy running an empire anyway.” Celestia watched as a light bulb appeared over Discord’s head, before he grabbed it and took a bite out of the glass.

“Cadenza. You think she’s Qadeshtu?” Discord tapped his chin with a claw as he chewed. “I could see it. Even so, she’s not a fighter. You need more than that.”

“You, me, an awakened Cadence, and perhaps more.” Celestia pondered the possibilities. If Cadence was really Qadeshtu reborn, then Celestia could unlock her hidden powers against Ahriman. Discord was right though; she needed more members for her coalition. “Twilight could help.” Celestia reluctantly conceded as Discord reeled in surprise. That Celestia was willing to send Twilight into this kind of danger was telling of just how desperate she had become. Another time, Discord might have savoured such a revelation, but now the worry in his belly was too prevalent.

“If Luna recovers…” Discord began before being cut off by Celestia’s sudden swipe of a hood.

“When Luna recovers.” Celestia glared at Discord, who swallowed nervously.

“When Luna recovers, if in time for the battle, that still only leaves us with five.” Discord reminded her. “It took seven to halt Ahriman last time.”

“Seven?” Celestia looked at Discord, flabbergasted. “What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t know?” Discord furrowed his brow at her. “Titania, Gaea, and Ouranos had help.”

“Help from who?” Celestia asked. Her memories contained nothing about this.

“The lesser Elohimi, of course.” Discord scratched his head in confusion. “Anat, Khothar-wa-Kasis, and Marqod.”

“That’s only six.” Celestia absorbed the new information with a sudden hope. She’d thought the lesser Elohim to have died long before the Dawn War. Why hadn’t she known about this?

“The seventh was the Spentan amalgamation, the Sandaramet. You really don’t know this?” Discord looked at Celestia in disbelief. She hadn’t been there, he supposed, but had Titania not passed on this knowledge. Why not?

“Where are they now?” Celestia queried, a sinking feeling suddenly overtaking her. The Spenta had vanished, so conjuring this, Sandaramet, was not an option, and now that she really thought about it why had she never sensed these lesser Elohim? She suspected she already knew why.

“Unfortunately, I think they all died.” Celestia nearly collapsed as Discord sighed. “The Sandaramet I know for sure, along with Khothar-wa-Kasis, died in the battle. I don’t know about any others, like the children of the Elohim.”

“And the other two?” Celestia watched her sister’s chest rise and fall, unwilling to look at Discord.

“I killed Anat, who was already dying after the battle.” Discord confessed as Celestia closed her eyes. The draconequus decided he was better off not explaining the details of how he had tortured Anat for agonizing hours before becoming bored with her. “And though Marqod escaped, he was horrifically wounded during the fight. I doubt he survived.”

“But there is a chance.” Celestia insisted as Discord grimaced. Marqod had been nearly cut in half by Ahriman. Discord could think of only two beings that could survive that sort of damage, and neither was Marqod.

“Celestia, I…” Discord began before a sudden surge of power across the world caught their attention.

Ahriman relished freedom. As he leveled the Sultan’s palace with only his breath, he felt truly alive again. The serpent god curled around the minarets of the grand mosque, contracting his muscles to crush the entire structure. Around him he heard the screaming of pitiful ponies begging their god to save them. Ahriman let loose a guttural laugh as he took back to the sky and shrouded the land in darkness, blotting out the sun.

Inhaling deeply, Ahriman reared back. As the ponies before him watched in horror, he blew massive gusts of wind across the city, leveling building with tornado force winds. Ba’al Hadad may have been the storm god, but Ahriman was far more powerful than his brother had ever been. Cackling, Ahriman landed his massive serpentine body and spread his wings. Still, he supposed he ought to be faithful to his origins.

A massive wave rose from the harbor, once more obscuring the sun. Those who had survived the wind now fell to the ground in horror as the seawater crashed over the city, swallowing even Ahriman. The serpent burst out of the water and flew overhead, surveying the damage. Inside, he felt the horror of his pathetic host and the conflicting emotions of the Sultana, who was still trapped within the madstone that Ahriman had consumed. As Ahriman watched, however, one small section of the city of Constantineighple still stood, with shivering figures huddling behind one rather tall pony who glared at Ahriman.

“What do we have here?” Ahriman hissed in joy as he descended to the ground, landing some yards away from the group. The tall pony just continued to stare with burning intensity. Disappointed, Ahriman turned away and swiped his tail, intending to crush the group. However, he suddenly felt his tail being grabbed and he hissed in anger as he was tossed back inland. Roaring his fury, Ahriman coiled up to find himself face to face with a massive crocodilian figure. Hissing his displeasure, Ahriman launched himself into to battle with his former son, Sobek.

Narrowly avoiding his the being who used to be his father’s attack, the lesser Elohim swiped his claws at the serpent, who wriggled to avoid damage before coiling back around to sink his fangs into tough hide of the crocodile god. Sobek spun quickly, ripping Ahriman off the ground and delivered a stunning punch to Ahriman’s neck. As Ahriman released his fang’s hold, Sobek opened his jaws wide and tried to crush Ahriman’s head between his sharp teeth.

With a flick of his wings, Ahriman dodged the attack and countered with a swipe from his spiked tail. His fangs hadn’t done much damage to Sobek’s formidable natural armor, but enough of his venom had entered the wounds to begin crippling his opponent. Sobek seemed to sense this, and as he dodged the tail attack he charged in against Ahriman.

Twisting and turning, Ahriman managed to avoid Sobek’s desperate attacks. Time and time again, as Sobek tried desperately to strike Ahriman with his teeth, claws, and tail, Ahriman’s fangs found purchase on his body. Slowly, the crocodile slumped to the ground, his eyes betraying his fear. Ahriman cackled in pleasure as he flipped his opponent over and ran the spikes on his tail along the soft underbelly of his opponent, drawing the red blood of an Old Elohim. Ahriman gazed into Sobek’s pleading eyes. Sobek seemed to be begging for his father.

Ahriman felt no remorse as he unhinged his jaw. As the light faded from the fallen god’s eyes, Ahriman swallowed Sobek whole.

A Showdown over Lunch

“He ate Sobek. His own son.” Discord blinked in amazement as Celestia’s jaw dropped. So other Elohimi had survived the war. Too bad this one had been eaten by his own father. Discord briefly wondered if the relation between Lotan and Ahriman meant that he and Sobek were related, before dismissing it as unimportant.

“Ahriman is not Lotan.” Celestia closed her mouth and stamped her hoof. A potential ally wasted. Why Sobek had decided to fight alone, she’d never understand.

“It doesn’t matter.” Discord shook his head slowly “He needs to be stopped now, before he can consume enough energy.”

“We don’t have the strength yet to face him, as you yourself said.” Celestia reminded Discord. The draconequus made no response.

“This is my fault.” Discord eventually responded. Celestia noted the fire in his eyes as he suddenly snapped his fingers and vanished.

“Don’t do anything stupid…” Celestia muttered as she walked toward the library. She wondered if Discord really had a plan, or if he was just hastening his own demise. She needed him alive, but surely he wouldn’t risk himself knowing that. It was only rational.

“A fine battle, wasn’t it?” Ahriman’s feathered serpent body watched Melek Kul’s ragged form as the unicorn tried to forcibly manifest himself within their shared consciousness, which took the form of an endless ocean surface with each standing atop the waves. Having quieted his hunger for the moment, Ahriman had reverted to his host’s equine form and hidden away in the former temple of Melek Taus to digest his ponderous meal.

“This is my body.” Melek Kul closed his eyes in frustration as Ahriman watched with a hint of amusement.

“No longer, Mainyua. It is our body.” Ahriman’s voice seemed to slither out, sending a chill down Melek’s figurative spine. “You are weak. You have always been weak.” the voice taunted Melek as he felt himself slipping away, back into the darkness. With a wordless cry, he fell backward, only to feel a strong hoof on his back.

“Leave him be.” the weak voice of the Sultana sounded from behind Melek. Ahriman merely rolled his eyes.

“Just digest already. I’m tired of playing with you.” Ahriman’s forked tongue darted out as he suddenly snapped his head to his right. “Another time, I suppose.” Ahriman regretfully gave up on his attempt to fully consume Melek and the Sultana as he dragged himself back to reality.

“No-kin, you come before the hunter?” Ahriman’s voice reverberated around the chamber. He sat in the center of the pillars, with the mutilated bodies of the Janissaries around him. Discord towered opposite him, glaring. “Have you forgotten my warning, or did you come to kneel?”

“I forget nothing.” Discord clenched his fists “And I kneel to no one!” With a sudden flurry of movement, Discord launched a barrage of magical attacks. Ahriman yawned as he deflected them away and stood up to face his foe.

“Your subservience to Mazdana doesn’t count? Or did you forget?” Ahriman’s voice floated languidly toward Discord, who redoubled his efforts only to be met with failure.

“I am here of my own will.” Discord launched himself at Ahriman, grabbing his opponent by the neck.

“So be it, Mazdana-slave.” Ahriman smiled sadistically as the figure Discord held vanished. Instead, Melek’s body appeared behind him and his horn impaled the draconequus through his slender torso.

“I-” Discord tried to speak, but a sudden jerk of Ahriman’s head silenced him. He spat black blood as Ahriman laughed.

“Little lord of chaos, snapping his fingers to make it all go away.” Ahriman’s eyes shone with malice. “You thought yourself so mighty with your ability to manipulate reality. But you never won, did you Mazdana-slave?” Ahriman sneered at Discord’s ragged panting.

Discord tried to raise his arm, but another shake of Ahriman’s head brought more black blood to his mouth. Ahriman’s laughter continued to shake the chamber.

“You were but a fraction, a part of the whole.” Ahriman taunted him “You could never control chaos as you claimed, but were merely a plaything for its currents. That is why power abandons you when you need it most.” Ahriman withdrew his horn from Discord, who fell to the ground clutching a the hole in his chest. “Go ahead, try and strike me down.” Ahriman bared his fangs as Discord snapped his fingers weakly. Nothing happened as Discord tried several times to heal himself.

“Do you understand now?” Ahriman’s tone turned cold. “You were never anything more than a tool for my return.” Stamping his hoof down hard onto Discord’s hand, Ahriman felt a surge of joy shoot through him when he heard the bones crack. Grinding his hoof into the ground, Ahriman relished the music of Discord’s shrill screams.

“Ah, so refreshing.” Ahriman basked in the sunlight shining from the hole in the ceiling. Underneath him, Discord writhed in pain. “Do you mind if I enjoy a little more, Mazdana-slave?” Ahriman’s horn glowed black as Discord screamed in agony. The slim hole in his chest began to expand in all directions. Ahriman stepped back, allowing Discord to claw frantically at the gaping wound in his chest whilst black blood poured out onto the floor to mingle with that of the Janissaries.

“A pity, Mazdana-slave.” Ahriman shook his head sadly. “I hoped for more from you.” As Ahriman made to unhinge his jaw, however, he suddenly stopped.

“You dare interfere?” Ahriman hissed at Melek and the Sultana. Back in the mindscape, the duo had dragged Ahriman away from the fight in an attempt to save Discord.

“We do.” Melek charged wildly at the serpent. With a quick lash of his tail, Ahriman knocked the rebelling Melek out cold. Without her servant, the Sultana’s concentration lapsed, and Ahriman was once more in charge.

“Quite sorry, Mazdana-slave.” Ahriman successfully unhinged his equine jaw as he approached the quivering form of Discord. “Though I am surprised you didn’t run away. Too cowardly for that, even?” Ahriman’s voice echoed oddly through the disconnected jaw. Discord’s eyes filled with tears as fear overtook him.

He didn’t struggle as Ahriman swallowed him. Rather, he allowed himself a brief smirk.

Dagon's Flower

Ahriman shook his head side to side as he downed the draconequus, leaving his tail hanging out of the side of his mouth. With an undignified snort, the Mainyuan beast sat down to digest his hefty meal. He felt Discord’s body put up a struggle within his belly before his venom stilled his meal.

Ahriman licked his lips in anticipation. With Discord digested, Ahriman would be whole again. After being fragmented for so long, Ahriman was giddy with excitement. Closing his eyes, the destructive god forced himself to the mindscape.

“Well this is rather drab.” Discord sighed at the dark mindscape that greeted him. He snapped his fingers, trying to summon a flashlight, but nothing happened. Ahriman’s laughter echoed around the black expanse. Discord wasn’t impressed by Ahriman’s lack of imagination.

“Is this not home for you?” Ahriman’s voice hissed past Discord’s head, causing the chaotic deity to flinch. Come to think of it, this was rather similar to how it had been when Discord was trapped in stone. Suppressing a shudder, Discord tapped his finger against his chin.

“Most certainly not. There’s a distinct lack of flair.” Discord grinned madly as Ahriman’s serpentine form manifested before him. The feathered serpent pulsed with light against the blackness.

“You seem awful smug for someone who is about to die.” Ahriman’s pupils narrowed as he regarded his nemesis. For Discord to be so nonchalant made Ahriman nervous.

“Who, moi?” Discord chuckled “I’m not about to die.”

“IS THAT SO?” Ahriman boomed as he slashed his tail toward Discord, sending Discord flying. As he skidded to a halt, Discord bounced back up, a smile still on his face.

“It was awful easy for you to eat me, don’t you think?” Discord’s smirk drew a prolonged hiss from Ahriman.

“I must admit; I am curious to see what you plan.” Ahriman snaked forward as Discord stood tall.

“You really should be more careful what you put in your mouth. You're almost like a child.” Discord chuckled as Ahriman froze. The feathered serpent began to writhe in agony as it spat venom at Discord, who deftly stepped aside.

“You bastard!” Ahriman coiled into a tight ball as he shuddered “What did you do?” Ahriman groaned as his muscles loosened, causing him to fall to the ground.

“Tsk tsk!” Discord waggled his finger at the snarling serpent. “Mind your manners, Mainyua!” Ahriman continued to groan as his wings flapped against the floor of the mindscape. Suddenly, he convulsed wildly, arching his head and making gagging motions.

“You see, Ahriman,” Discord continued “you see, it turns out that the Zebras have a long memory. Especially since they keep reincarnating their main shaman. Now, as the trickster god, I’ve got a little respect from them. When I asked for a magical emetic, I got it.” Discord sighed as Ahriman began choking, while he held up an empty bottle he had hidden as fake tooth.

“That...that potion can’t be doing this… I am a god!” Ahriman struggled as he continued to cough. No mere poison could be doing this to him!

“Turns out that being reincarnated for thousands of years makes the shaman rather good at potion crafting.” Discord sneered. “You were once Lotan, and Lotan was bound to this world and the things grown here.” Ahriman hissed at the mention of his old name. “So I did a little digging, and found this wonderful plant that was used to make Ishat cough up her nephew, Ba’al Hadad, after she ate him during the Elohimi internecine wars. It happens to named after the Elohim god of crops; your father Dagon. I’m a bit surprised you weren’t familiar with it.” Discord flinched as Ahriman emitted a shrill scream. Watching in a mixture of interest and disgust, Discord saw that Sobek’s crocodilian form had been disgorged. The Elohim was unconscious from his ordeal, but seemed no worse for the wear otherwise.

“Dagon’s flower… I thought it extinct... with his death...” Ahriman gasped as another bout of convulsions overtook him. Discord nodded. Ishat had revolted against the rule of her nephew, the storm god, seducing him then swallowing him whole when he slept. Ba’al’s father, Dagon, was understandably upset. Pretending to kneel before his elder sister, he secretly snuck a small dose of a poisonous flower he’d created into her wine. When she took a triumphant swig, she ingested the poison, and after spitting up Ba’al (and their newborn son, Molech) she was killed by the storm god using a bolt of lightning. Molech took her spot as the god of fire, and Ba’al Hadad took his rightful place as King, while his deputy Lucifer looked on. Dagon didn’t really get much reward, but he did get the flower named after him. Though, considering he was the one who made it, that wasn’t much of an honor, at least in Discord's estimation.

“Nope! The Zebras cultivate the thing in underground caverns. Turns out that when prepared right, it’s a delicious delicacy. But when mixed wrong, it becomes a deadly poison.” Ahriman spat out a dark figure, causing Discord to snort in disgust before he continued to lecture “Of course, it can’t kill you. But it’ll take you a bit to get it out of your system.” Discord looked at the new prone form, his dislike evident in the expression on his face. He had been hoping that this one wouldn’t come out; but he supposed it would help make the lucky seven to oppose Ahriman. Provided it would cooperate, of course.

The prone form, unlike Sobek, was somewhat conscious. It gurgled a little bit, unable to form coherent words, before slipping back into unconsciousness. Discord sent a silent prayer to whoever had prevented the figure from healing enough to speak. Discord had enough to deal with in the form of Ahriman, who flailed wildly. Discord found that he had to take several steps backwards to avoid being crushed by the writhing beast.

Ahriman snarled wildly as the dreamscape began to fragment. Discord snapped his fingers and was pleased to note that a top hat appeared on his head. Removing said hat, Discord took a bow as he slipped away from Ahriman. So far, so good. Two god-like beings saved, and one big one sickened. After a bad start, Discord mused, things were finally looking up.

His blood chilled, however, as he heard mocking laughter behind him.