Before the Beginning

The light had been drawing him for some time. There was something...alluring about destroying pure worlds. Not that there had been one for a long time. After all, he was very good at his job. He chuckled to himself as he thought about the shock when the gods discovered where he'd gone. It was going to be bad very bad dont do it stop no bad fun to destroy this world. The demon sighed. His host had been quite persistent in his rebellion, such as it was. It seemed that this particular species was far more resilient than he'd given them credit for. No matter. It was time.

Sneaking in was actually very simple. The guards were under strict orders to never enter the realm, and thus could not watch from the inside. With that problem taken care of before he even got there, it was mind-numbingly easy to sneak past them and into the world. Ungulantia? Equestrion? It didn't matter. He just had to find the source of Harmony, and help save dont hurt destroy it. He growled. This was rapidly becoming intolerable. He'd have to see about getting himself a new host.

He hadn't been searching long before he found it. Not that it was hard to feel something like that in the first place. As he crested the hill, he saw it. A great crystalline tree, radiating energy of the most beautiful pretty shiny disgustingly sweet kind. The demon smiled and reached out with his own black mind, sure that this would be simple. And at first, it was. The tree gave the same sort of resistance he'd seen a thousand times before, and for the thousand-and-first time, he countered everything before it ever had a chance to stop him. But then something happened that he hadn't seen before. The tree called, not to those winged unicorns he'd slain, not to the dragons he'd wrestled to submission, not to the minotaurs and griffons and dogs and gods knew what else he'd ripped limb from limb. The tree called to him, and, for the briefest of moments, he replied. I hear you. I can help you. The demon felt the magic begin to flow from him. Quickly, that avenue was shut down, but it was enough. In the space before him, something was taking shape, pulsing with light and darkness, order and entropy, Harmony and Hatred. He smiled, and that was the last he knew.