The Dreaded One, Dormammu

Dormammu Fact

In one of the stories with Dormammu, one that I did not use for this story, it was Thor that ended Dormammu’s life, alongside Dr. Strange.

Again I found my body is a state of flux, where my magic was gone and I was weak. The night had rolled over slowly, and I kept finding myself awake. My body was withering away from the exhaustion and strain of using all the magic that I just obtained, yet my mind was racing faster and faster. It was the battle of two worlds, and there was only one way to end it. Find something for my mind to think of while I give my body time to rest, or put my body at risk and seek out an avenue of entertainment for myself.

Before I came to this world, when I had to deal with this little debacle, I would head down to the dungeons to hear the screaming of the damned that I held down there, or out to my balcony to smell the ashes of my realm. Here in Equestria I didn’t either of those options.

Stepping out of bed, I stepped over the sleeping form of Trixie and pushed out into the night. The moon was high in the sky and casted an easy light on the land. It was then that I took a deep breath, only to find the smells of ash in the air. This was odd at first, but the feeling of confusion left me. Something must have been burning, and it probably was pony related. I looked around to see if there was a raging fire near us, only to find none. Not even a great glow in the distance of great fire. No, I only found the glow of the night sky. Taking another deep breath, I glanced to my south. The smell was coming from upwind, and I knew if I followed it I would find the fire’s source. It had to be the smell of an extinguished campfire or the remains of a tree or two that had been burned to the ground.

Pushing my way into a bush, I could hear the sounds of someone leaping to their hooves. “Who goes there?” The voice of Zecora called out. “Please don’t be another bear…” She then muttered to herself.

I lazily stepped forward, and put a tired smile on my face. “Don't worry, Zecora, it’s just-” I was cut off mid sentence as my body forced me to take a deep yawn. “-me…”

“Oh, Dire Bishop it’s good to see you up from your rest,” Zecora smiled, letting her body relax. “Come and sit. Be Zecora's guest.” She offered, before looking at the dire campfire next to her.

With a frown, she moved to get the fire burning again, but with a smile spark from my horn the campfire was burning again. “So what keeps you awake at this hour?” I asked, trying to find something for my mind to be distracted on.

“My fears,” She answered quietly. “When I dream, I see my home, and that brings me to tears.”

“I understand the feelings of losing your home,” I started, thinking of my dimension that I had lost when I was taken down by the hands of Doctor Strange. I wonder what happened to my home? Did one of my servants rise to the top and take my place, or was my home invaded by another? Did my sister take over, or did Doctor Strange seek out to pure my powers there?  “I know them all too well.”

“Thank you,” Zecora then went on. “I am glad that I was wrong about you, Bishop, and that my fears were untrue. I no longer sense an evil presence within you, like before. I believe my awareness has grew, because now I can feel something more.”

I smiled at the Zebra, this time understanding what she could do just a little more. And she was not wrong, I now did hold light inside of me. Light gained from the Tree of Harmony… But what interested me now was her awareness. Her connection with the world, and how I could use her.

“Tell me, Zecora, how would you like to join Trixie and I? As it stands, you no longer have a home, and I’m looking to find a larger domicile…” I offered.

“That is quite generous of you,” Zecora smiled. “But I am not quite sure as to what I should do…”

“Just say yes and shake my hoof?” I offered, holding out a hoof.

She let out a laugh, before reaching her hoof to mind. “Very well-” She froze in place as her hoof touched mine, and I smiled.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, as I stood up with her hoof still clenched in mine. “Feel a bit odd?” I laughed, before my horn started to glow brighter.

It had worked. Even in my weak state, where even Trixie could best me in a magical duel, my power had started to wash itself into Zecora. She was stunned, frozen from the horrors that she felt from me. And with her fear… came obedience.

“What can I do for you, Master Dormammu?” She then asked as I finished castin my spell. Like when I first took over Trixie, Zecora expression was dull. She didn’t sound the same, and her eyes were a milky white.

“Now, now, Zecora. How am I supposed to stay undercover with you acting like that? Call me Dire Bishop, speak in rhyme like you would normally, and act yours-” I ordered, only to be cut off my a yawn. “Damn this body…” I then muttered in anger, before shaking it off. “Act  yourself…” With another glow of my horn, I used the last of my magical power to wash away the main obvious effects of my mind control from Zecora.

“I understand, and am at your command…” Zecora then started, giving me a bow. “And I is thankful that you allowed me to join you, and giving me the chance to show you what I can do.”