Equestria Divided: The 8th Prophet

Two

Derpy exited the dark portal, it lead to an alley that no pony would notice. She was finally home, near the area of Fillydelphia where the Cult was strongest. You could see from afar, even from the alley way such festivities that were a daily ritual. Apple bobbing, festival like tricks and treats for any pony to come by. She knew it was a good front for gaining initiates after all. Equestria isn't a bright light of hope as it used to be and any fun that can be made would be enough. Some pony in a jester, polka-dotted costume was juggling knives on a unicycle with dexterous skill nearby. There were piles of ponies from any jurisdiction that wanted to see the cool things that the Daily Faire was doing and it brought plenty of bits too. Carnival music playing happily for the entertainment of the denizens. Derpy just couldn't get enough.

Yet, she didn't have time for that. She needed to get this little one somewhere safe. There are always shifty things that happen during the darkness of the Faire, she knew because she would be the one to orchestrate them with her trusted followers. Lots of illegal drugs and more for the downtrodden ponies. Derpy would only expect the best times for her paying guests. Of course, there were a few times where these sad ponies would get out of control. And that is always the fun part of everyday.

One time she recalled that a pony started leaping up on a play. High out his mind and making a fool of himself. It was always a delight to punish him for interfering with every ponies fun. Nothing like a newly made corpse to put on display, it's body parts hanged right in front of the entrance to the faire for any pony who dares to muck up any of the fun making.

No pony fools with us, no pony.

Derpy giggled heartily at that memory. The look on that poor ponies face as an actor unsheathed a blade and sliced off his head with one swift cut. Of course, the audience wouldn't even be surprised for that fool. They just sat and continued the show as the back helpers cleaned up the blood and got rid of the corpse with ease. It was like nothing even happened.

Suddenly, she felt the little filly shake in her hoof. It seemed like it was squirming for something.

"Oh, I forgot little one, you need to eat something, now was it that little fillies eat?"

She thought for a bit before making a quick realization.

"Not from my tit...! Sigh...."

Lowering the little thing down to her crotch area, Derpy allowed her to suckle on herself. It was amazing that she could create milk after all these years. She hoped that the foal wouldn't be drugged by her, she had been taking a few psychoactive stuff before the mission.

Then, she felt her tit be released by the hungry beast.

"You done, Little one?"

She picked her up and held her close, some Derpy milk still on the tiny things muzzle. Derpy watched as the filly closed it's eyes and slept, it must have been so tired. It was just introduced to this world after all.

Raising her wings up, the two soared up from the Alleyway into the sky. And Derpy flew over the Faire to watch all that she recognized. There was the Punishment Pin, a game where you throw sharpened darts at traitorous ponies who dared to betray the Cult. Best points for anypony to kill the swine first and hit some vital organs. The prize was always a creatively crafted Ursa Bear, sewn to deliciously pink perfection. One time, a tall stallion won one for her young, she was so happy when her father threw a dart on the guilty head with precision and we Cult members happily gave her that toy. The look on her face with the toy was absolutely precious. Those type of memories always remind Derpy of what they were all about.

Soon, after going through the back of the Faire, she found the Cult's headquarters of Fillydelphia. It was a large building, painted on with a giant smiling symbol of joy and misery on its face. It defaced the idea of this world with the corruption of fun. She went up to the building, Cult Ponies watching her from afar as they were unloading supplies from carriers and on the right side were the initiates, practicing their combat skills on a crudely painted circle made from spray paint. Derpy always hated combat, but always knew it was necessary for fixing this war torn world.

She entered through the building, and found the same smiling symbol on the floor from before. Derpy trotted on top of the circle and it clicked down with her weight. It started moving her down, like an elevator to where she needed to be most. As the contraption went down incredibly deep, it stopped and two double doors creaked open.

Going through, she found exactly what she was looking for. It was an underground area filled to the brim with cult ponies. Below the mass of ponies, there was tons of war machines in a plaza below the pony level, ready to be outfitted with abominations of The Laughing Mare. Little corners of this place filled with Cult soldiers sleeping in beds that stacked over each other. A massive tunnel on the face of this huge space that must have lead to other areas around Equestria.

Derpy looked around her home, and smiled joyously. Her horrifying teeth spread to her muzzle and chin. Some cult officers came up to her and bowed to their glorious Mad Prophet. They dressed in hats with bells and fanciful rags, smiling forever more.

"I have returned!" she yelled.

Glory be to The Mad Prophet!

May she be blessed with The Laughter of the Pink Mare

"Oh, it's good to be home." she whispered to herself.