The War of the Gods is over, and I stand victorious. One by one they fell until none remained. The land was ravaged as a storm of magic tore it asunder. My slaves and my powers almost weren't enough to overcome them. Almost. Eventually, I found a way to defeat each and every one of them. Celestia's sister, who had been imprisoned in the moon for a thousand years. Discord, the spirit of chaos, who had been turned into a statue. Chrysalis, the queen of the changelings. Tirek, the banished centaur lord. And others, such as the great demons of the Underworld.
I defeated them all. Now they are weak and powerless. Or dead.
Then why do I feel so empty? I am triumphant. I am victorious. I am Sombra, the King of All, the most powerful being in existence.
I have become God.
But now what?
There is nothing left to conquer. All that remains in the world are weak-minded slaves and ruins. And even the slaves are slowly dying, for little food remains.
Bah, these starving fools are now useless to me. I can't quench the flames of my hunger with them.
Unless...
They're all dead. Years of torture broke even the toughest ones. I shattered all the minds in the world. No souls remain.
Celestia, my little plaything, was the last one to perish. I had tortured her for decades, longer than any other being, yet she refused to give up. Every time I entered the torture chamber, she spat on my face. Even when every bone of her body was broken and she was completely drained of water, she still made the motion. She still scowled and glared at me.
Her death was the last time I smiled.
Now I am alone.
...
Saplings cover the desolate land, blades of grass emerge from the scorched earth and animals still roam the wastelands, scavenging what they can.
Nature. No matter what disaster ravages the world, nature perseveres and regrows. It is impossible to destroy it, for it will always come back, adapt and prosper.
Ah, one last opponent to defeat. All previous foes were nothing in comparison. I am no longer fighting against monsters or mundane beings, but a greater force. Nature. A worthy challenger for God. The only one remaining. The one that is "impossible" to defeat.
Hahah.
Hahahahaha!
Hahahahahahahaha!
Ash is all around me and dark clouds above me. Cold wind howls into my ears, and my ears alone.
I have won. I have conquered and defeated everything. I am more than God. I am...
Sombra.
Nothing more.
The titles are pointless. No one remains to fear me. No one remains to kneel before me. There is nothing left to conquer. I defeated everyone. I was God.
Now I am Sombra.
Was all this work, all this time, all for naught?
No. I enjoyed it. I savoured every single victory. I was happy every time someone begged for mercy.
But like an ardent flame, I have burned all and everything, leaving behind nothing but ashes. And now the flame... will die soon, for there is nothing left to burn.
...
I am sorry.
I loved you once. Before I discovered the immense magic powers within me, before I hungered, before I found happiness from domination, before I found joy in breaking the will of others, I loved you.
I know you loved me once as well. Before I became strong. Before I avenged all the wrongs others had done to me. Before I realized my destiny was to be a monster.
The King of All Monsters.
...
I am so sorry.
...
Bah, it is no use regretting the deeds of the distant past, for I am no God. I can't go back in time to change anything. I am stuck here in the empty present.
Stuck?
No, I know how to escape...
I rule the Crystal Empire once more. I vanquished the Crystal Princess and her husband after they foolishly tried to stop my return. I stepped over their cold bodies and rightfully claimed my throne, my empire and my slaves.
Ah, my crystal slaves, my meek servants. My will is their command, for I am their Master. Their Father. Their God.
I am the King. The Crystal Emperor. The Master of a Thousand Slaves.
...
I still hunger.
I look south, and see the fertile lands of Equestria, the domain of Celestia and her own little slaves. There it is, before my eyes, a realm and a ruler that do not bow before me.
I will break their knees and make them kiss the ground before my hooves. None shall defy my dominion. Especially not her, the despicable princess who banished me a thousand years ago.
My slaves will be my warriors. With my leadership, they shall conquer all of Equestria and defeat Celestia's lackeys. They will not fear the enemy, for nothing is more terrifying than me, the Shadow. The King of All Monsters. The Dark Tyrant of the North.
I am coming, Celestia. Prepare. Soon Equestria will have a king to rule over them. And you?
Hahah.
You will suffer.
And so it fell, the land of Equestria. It took countless years and the lives of numerous slaves, but eventually it fell. Now pegasi, unicorns and earth ponies all serve me, their new master. The few who resist, those who do not yet fear me, shall be destroyed. They think they are a wildfire, but they are nothing more than sparks, easily quenched. They can't stop me. Nothing can stop me.
Even Celestia failed.
I drowned her in dark nightmares and agony as she pleaded for mercy. Why should I give her any? She spared me no pity when she defeated me with her sister. This is a just punishment for her crime. I am King, I am the Law, I am the Titan. To stand against me is to invite doom, misery and desolation.
I am the King of Equestria, the Unstoppable Onslaught, the Harbringer of Doom, the Spirit of Winter.
Nothing more...
I conquered the entire world, seizing one land after another, subjugating all its peoples, taming all its monsters. All opposition crumbled before my strong magic and endless hordes of slaves. Like a wave of dark water, I crushed the cliffs and pillars that had proudly stood for so long. As decades passed, I grew in power and became unstoppable.
I am now the King of the World. All serve me now, ponies, griffons, donkeys, yaks, breezies, minotaurs, centaurs, gargoyles and even dragons. I have mastered dark magic and used it to break the will of my slaves. None have the power to stand against me. I am victorious.
I am the Black Conqueror. The Cursed Despoiler. The Master of a Million Slaves.
But now what? There is nothing left to conquer. No one left to subjugate.
No.
There are monsters. Eldritch terrors of Tartarus. Demigods of terror and fright. If I become their master, I will be the greatest being who has ever lived on this pitiful world.
I will unleash the imprisoned horrors and defeat them all. And they shall worship me as their god.
