The Dreaded One, Dormammu

        My last attempt to live had worked! Strange may have been able to stop me, tear me down, and nearly destroy me, but it takes much more to kill the great Dread Lord, Dormammu! But really, I may be taking pride in surviving the battle with Dr. Strange, the Hulk, Spider-Man and my damned sister Umar, but given the state I was in I had no right to take pride in anything. How could those lesser beings muster up the might to stop me? To end my rain?! Well, that could be summed up with three words! My own ignorance! But no, I survived, and I may be forced to live on a distance backwater world on the edge of the galaxy, with nothing more than a fragment of my power… But that’s all I need to start again, other than time.

        And as I stared up at the stars above, I smiled in with the face of a native form that I had taken to better hide myself. A… unicorn. “You may have bested me now, Dr. Strange, but I will return. No matter how long it takes… Your world will be mine…”

        I let out a sigh of distaste, before turning my attention to the world around me. I had made some preparations when I first manifested in this world, but I had yet to finish. Given how my power was no longer a burning sun, but now just a simple candle, I had to take my time with things. Though I had the knowledge of trillions of years behind me, this world had a great power of its own within it. One that could revile me to the galaxy, if I was not careful. Hints as to why I chose this world knows as Equus as my hiding grounds. The great magic it held would hide my own.

        “Now what else can you tell me about the natives of this world?” I asked, looking to the floating mare next to me.

        “Ponies have cutie marks,” She said in a dull tone, as she looked at me with faded purple eyes. “A cutie mark shows what that pony is good with. Some ponies are good at cutting things, making coffee, or being good with magic, such as myself… A cutie mark is located on the side of a ponies hip, right next to a pony's flank.”

        I smiled, before looking to the mare’s side. She had a magic wand with a star for the tip with a crescent moon next to it. “So everypony has one?”

        “Yes, everypony has their own cutie mark. No two are the same, but some can look alike, my Lord.” She said again, and this time, I smiled. My magic, though weak, still worked the same, and controlling a weak-willed mare was just too easy.

        So a cutie mark represented what I was good at? My horn glowed as my magic waved over both of my sides before a cutie mark appeared on my side. A wooden wand that was on fire then appeared on both of my sides. And like that, my form was now finished. I was a stallion unicorn with a dark grey coat and a reddish-orange mane and tail. My eyes were black, and my horn was just slightly longer than the mare’s horn. My body was much larger than the mare's, but overall I still held a thin look. And though I lived my life as a bipedal, a quadruped form was quite easy to control, compared to the cosmic energy that I once held.

        “You’ve served me well,” I started, but turning away from the mare and over to the carriage that the mare was pulling. “But you’re not done yet. Tell me, what do you do in this world, oh, and your name. Tell me that as well!”

        “I am the Great and Powerful Trixie,” She started in a dull tone, but her words made me snicker. With her magical power as is, great and powerful she was not. “And I go from town to town performing shows and earning money to live. Showing all that oppose me that I can do anything better than they can…”

        And now that my disguise was finished, it was time for me to move on to my next step of hiding myself. A life to call my own, but it would just act as something to distract the world around me so that I could grow in strength without any problems from the locals. “From here on out you will be my assistant. You will address me as your master, and I will you show you different forms of magic. If anyone asks, you met me on the road, you were not able to best me, and you begged me to teach you. Do I make myself clear?”

        “Yes, Master Dormammu,” She said, in the same dull tone, and my eye twitched. My horn glowed once again, letting off a sick purple glow before a wave of magic engulfed the Trixie. The spell I had casted on her to control her needed slight modifications because she spoke with no emotion at all, which would give our cover away. That, and the glazed over dull eyes. But now both of those were gone, letting the mare now act normal.

        But more importantly, she spoke my name. Such a thing can not be. “You will never speak the word Dormammu again, and if you are to address me by a name you shall call me…” I trailed off as my mind began to search for a name that would suit me, yet fit within this world.  A few words came to mind, such as darkness, power, and dread, but none of them would work. But perhaps play-on-words would. I was Dormammu, the Dread Lord, master of dark magic.

        I smiled to myself a synonym came to my mind. Dire Bishop. A simple twist of my title, Dread Lord, but worked well. “Trixie, if you speak of me, know that my name from this day forth is Dire Bishop. No longer will you ever speak the word Dormammu, let alone think of it. Do I make myself clear?” I asked, in a stern voice.

        “Yes, Master Bishop,” She smiled, before giving me a bow. “Shall we move on, and begin the journey through Equestria?”

“Yes,” I answered. “Where is it that you were going?”

“Ponyville,” she responded.