subject: scorn
real name: unknown, possibly inapplicable
appearance: grey skin, four horns, no hair, eighty spines going down his back in three separate rows. spines and horns are black at the base, and take an orange tint towards the top. two arms, two legs, and an arrowhead tail. no clothes, or genitalia.
abilities: several transcendent physiologies, including: Anti god, transcendent vampire physiology, monotheistic deity physiology, transcendent demon physiology, Cthulhu mythos deity physiology, transcendent homo superior physiology, omega physiology, divine beast physiology, transcendent genie physiology, and many others. he is able to transform between them at will. he can't hear, so he perceives speech bubbles when people talk. this also works with thoughts.
weaknesses: unable to harm anything cute; slightly vain and impersonal. cannot tell lies, possibly from over use of his genie ability.
"Patterson, this seems a bit excessive. i mean, sending scorn? that's over kill."
"oh shush, Ajimu-san. dezann is a monster, and i think we should send another monster to balance it out."
"... you may run the pantheon, Patterson, but you are way out of line. scorn is a death sentence. he'll kill dezann, and that planet too."
i know, but you know he's a sucker for cute things? well equestria is home to ponies."
"of course. i always forget that you always think of everything before hand."
"yes, yes i do."
princess Celestia had never been more scared. she couldn't move, and was forced to watch as her world was burned. she wanted to turn away, she wanted to at least close her eyes, but she couldn't. she watched as her ponies were burned under the eye of a massive, metal being with a piercing, yellow eye.
"burn, creatures! you are sacrifices to the great dezann!"
when she could not watch any more, the metal being, dezann, turned to her. "so, princess. how goes the dream? pretty realistic, right?"
he turned and shot a group of pegasai out of the sky. "as much fun as this is, you're going to have to wake up sooner or later. i'm not strong enough to keep you in a coma, at least in my current state. and i assume your little sister is going to rushing in, to see what the screaming was about. ah, speak of the devil," a blue fish of light and princess luna, princess of the night, appeared. "and he shall leave a big blue turd on your door step."
"sister! w-what is this place?"
"my own personal playground! now, i suppose, that your going to 'smite' me, o princess of the night? don't bother. i made my point. i will be resurrected, and your world shall burn. starting with the ponies."
and Celestia woke up.
scorn always hated traversing dimensions. it set him on fire. sure, he was flame retardant, but it still seemed to make him seem more demon like. and most species were at least wary of beings that appeared in a flash of light, had horns, a tail, and was on fire.
"AHHHHHHH! DEMON!"
... and some where just plain scared. he sighed and looked around. a idyllic village, aside from the screaming natives. he gripped his forehead and sighed.
"every goddam time..."
"every goddam time what?" a perky voice, that had a pink speech bubble, popped in next to him.
"they always run away. it makes things so much worse. all the time." he turned, and was greeted with a pony with a pink poofy mane staring at him. "hello. who might you be?"
"hii'mpinkiepie!it'snicetomeetyouidon'tknowyoubuti'msurewee'llbegreatfriends!icanintriduceallmyotherfriendstoyouandicanthroughyouapartyandyoucanhelpsavetheworldandihavenosoulforyoutostealifyouareademonandyoudon'tjustlooklikeoneandyoushouldprobablystayawayfrommayormareshe'sinheatrightnowandhersecretaryquitamonthagoandshe'stakentohumpingherdeskandohit'llbesomuchfunwithyouaroundandyoucanhelpraritywithherdressesandtwilightcanruninvasivetestsonyouand-" she took a humongous breath.
"...are you done?"
"with the important stuff! should i take you to twilight house, since that's where every visitor goes first?"
"i guess so?" she grabbed him and dragged him through the town 'she's so cute.'
dear princess twilight,
i wish i could be writing you with better news. last night, my sister, was beset upon by... something in her dreams. i was awoken by her screaming, and her dream was a hellish version of equestria, and a 1000 hoof tall metal monstrosity with a yellow, glowing eye was the culpit. it called itself dezann, and it claimed that it would resurrect himself, and turn our world to ash. she has since awoken, but she has refused to leave, raise the sun, or do anything constructive, really. when she was
