The Pentagram

It started out innocently enough, just me, defending myself from a group of heroes who came to defeat me. I never meant to start a war, however much I instigated it. I can use the insanity plea if it's magically effected, right? What does it matter with what will happen, though?

Outside of the Archmage's Tower...

"Girls, use the Elements!" Too Purple shouted.

The forementioned lavender lady and her friends Skittles of the Future, Deep South Xenophobe, Partycan(n)on, Those Colors Look Exactly The Same, and In(tro)vert lined up, a cartoonish gleam going over the gems in the five torcs and one tiara.

The Elements of Harmony had not yet activated. I walked away as they closed their eyes.

With a roll of my eyes, away the heroes go, back to their leader to tell them what happened.

It's kind of fun to make nicknames by seeing the universe where they're the characters of a TV show, isn't it Dr.Thaumatica?

Shut up. I created you!

You also created this section as filler.

Again, shut up. I created you!

Meanwhile, back in Canterlot...

The elements activated.

Orbital Friendship Cannon to the face, Discord.

"Oops."

The elements activated one more.

A few weeks later, back in the tower...

Unfortunately, a fear of mine came to my eyes.

The chaos was spreading.

Just around my eyes were a slight amount of spreading green. I tried to stop it, but I saw it visibly encroach further when I tried that. A failsafe was set up. My scientific knowledge of how magic works, along with everything else useful I knew, from the processes involved in breaching the dimensional barrier to how to prioritize. All copied within a spell, made to imbue one being with the carried knowledge.

With a simple slice of chaos magic, I open a rift to my home universe, to the hospital in which I was born. Into which, I cast the spell.

A universe is made.

In one, I remain as I was and the spell fails to cross. This is where I came from.

In another, the spell takes hold. He would be different, but he would be me.

A spell took hold in my mind.

I cast. The newly-born universe was hidden from my sight.

The words of a sorcerous spells form within my mind.

"Watashi no mirai no kioku o shōkyo shimasu."

"Watashi no mirai no kioku o shōkyo shimasu."

"Watashi no mirai no kioku o shōkyo shimasu."

The memories of forming the failsafe fade.

"Oh hello Meowgon..." I trail, a little confused as a small black cat pads over to me.

In Canterlot, as fires rage...

"Princesses, he's not stopping! Everypony who steps in front of him is mowed down with a burst of unbridled chaos! Discord's magic is discordant, sure but this level of chaos is actually dissolving them!" A  unicorn guard - Shining Armor - reported to the princess.

Celestia and Luna get up from their thrones.

Their faces harden.

Their eyes are dull.

But their blood is boiling.

They begin walking towards the encroaching chaotic menace.

"Princesses? What are you doing?"

Luna spat, "We worked our lives away, toiling day by day so that such filth would not live on our world. We will resume our more... active duties today."

Celestia simply nodded.

"How many are dead, Captain? How many?" Celestia murmured in a daze.

Shining gulps. "Nine tenths of the Royal guard, seven tenths of the mobilized EUP forces, Captain Spitfire, Lieutenant Soarin, and several dozen civilians, ma'am."

The room heats up noticeably on Celestia's side, while it cooled on Luna's.

In the battlefield...

I looked different. My whole head was covered in green shades, with a central pentacle symbol.

"Interesting," I mused, just noticing despite the this occurring days before.

I saw the princesses.

"Come to stop me? Give me your best shot."

Twin auras formed around the horns of the princesses.

"SOL INVICTUS!" Celestia roared.

"LUNA INVICTUS!" Luna screamed.

"HEAVEN'S FURY! HEAVEN'S HATRED!" The princesses' horns flared brightly, their voices reverberating and mixing.

Magical beams fired, centering on me, then mixing into one solid white ray of mana, striking me. If this was an anime, the screen would have gone black and white, with an arrowhead shaped spike of energy lancing through me, blood splattering.

Minus the animation effect, that is what happened.

My vision was darkening.

"But hey," I thought.

"At least I went out with a bang..."

Right as the mana remnants exploded inside of me.

Just as I shudder and let loose me last breath, an enchantment releases it's magic. It starts in Canterlot, but it spreads.

The world itself is dissolving.

Over the course of the next day, Equus is dissolved.

Over the course of the next week, of Celestia and it's planets are gone.

Over the course of the next fortnight, the whole Equuiterian Galaxy.

Over the next month, all of this particular Equus-central universe is gone.

Over the course of the next year, every single universe the contained the Archmage Pentagram of any other form of him is dissipated.

Except one. A single universe, the newest of his, remains untouched, the enchantment made with it involved.

Perhaps it might carry the story on.

Perhaps not.

But know this.

Power corrupts, perhaps mentally, perhaps physically, perhaps digitally, perhaps magically, but absolute power corrupts absolutely.

The price of magical power was mental purity.

Or at least, for this mage.

What if he took a different path?

What if he took of the hammer of creativity, the anvil of ingenuity and with them in the forge of focus created the technological marvels of science, instead of taking of the mantle of the mage?

What if he came to Equestria, still forced, but by his own means, not the devices of another?