The Dreaded One, Dormammu

Dormammu Fact

Dormammu does not have a romantic interest, nor has he ever had one. He has had offspring, but they were created through magical means. (If you're aware of something I don't, let me know in the comments.)

“So that will be five-hundred bits per acre… Planned to be paid for over the next few months...” Mayor Mare muttered as she shifted through a few papers. “Are you sure you’re able to pay for this, Bishop? It’s quite a bit of land you’re playing for…”

“Just tell me what the prince is, Mayor, so that I can begin construction on my home as soon as possible...” I commented.

“Yes, Master Bishop time is worth bits, and this is taking too long…” Trixie added, from the chair next to me while she tapped her hoof over and over. “Trixie’s just glad that she’ll have her own bed to sleep in… And a bathroom…”

“Well, it’s two-thousand for the land, not including tax… Do you wish to be connected to ponyville’s water supply, or will you be constructing your own? This does include plumbing, meaning you’ll have to worry about all the negatives that come with that...” Mayor Mare asked.

“I shall be constructing my own…” I answered.

“Do you wish to have insurance? I recommend it because Ponyville seems to-”

“That won't be necessary,” I interrupted.

“Oh, um, very well… The total then is two-thousand-five-hundred-and-five bits. How many months do you wish to be paying for this? The minimum we are legally allowed is three months, while the maximum is ten years.” She asked.

“Three months shall be fine, and if my math is right, that’s eight-hundred-and-thirty-five per month… Now can we please get on to signing the papers?” I grumbled, already tired of dealing with this silly mare.

“Yes, of course, and once we are done here I will show you to your plot of land.” Mayor Mare smiled.

It had been three days since my altercation with the Tree of Harmony, in that time I was able to recover. My body was adapting, I was growing in power, and my reputation for my actions was spreading. In just a few hours time Princess Celestia would be arriving in Ponyville. Here to speak with the Dread Lord… Oh, I do so miss my titles… All of them. And the screams of the damned… The smell of the ashes… Oh, how easy it is to see how far I have fallen.

But now was not the time to think of such problems, for I had to begin construction of my new home. The price of which will take but a fraction of what I acquired from the Dragon’s lair, but even then, as of now I do not need a castle, but a simple home. The castle comes later, and even then, I may acquire one from an older time. After all, the reconstruction of the old castle within the Everfree would take much more magic than I have available to me, and the plans I have for that involves time magic. Something that I don’t think my body will be able to pull off anytime soon…

“Alright, that’ll be eight-hundred-and-thirty-five bits.” Mayor Mare stated, looking at me expensively.

I glanced at one of the walls in the room, and my horn glowed lightly. The wall began to shift and change shape forming into a door that quickly popped open. “Trixie,” I started, as both Trixie and Mayor Mayer’s jaws hit the floor. “Count out the bits.”

“Y-yes, Master!” Trixie stuttered, almost falling to the ground in her quick haste to answer my call.

“Now, while she’s getting the bits, hand over the legal documentation so that I may look over it…” I chuckled. “And get your jaw up off of the floor, it’s unprofessional.”

Truth be told, if it was not I that had asked to buy land, then the Mayor would have told me to shove off. Since the Princess was coming quite soon, she had much work to do. Along with everypony else within this town. Honestly, I understand their worry. I would sometimes visit the world's that I had conquered, and they had to prepare for my arrival. But I doubted that Princess Celestia would kill those that fail to bring her a warm welcoming, like have done so many times.

“Y-yes, you’re right…” Mayor Mare muttered.

It was hard to tell if I had grown accustomed to ponyville in the short amount of time that, or my sanity was dying. But as I walked through the town, I had little thoughts of destruction like I had before. I was just glad that I didn’t have the feeling of enjoyment when I saw the happy faces of the ponies we walked by. But yet, they all just seemed a bit more bearable than normal.

“If you don’t mind telling Trixie, Master, what are your ideas for your new home?” Trixie asked as she trotted to along behind me. “A castle, or a manor? Or perhaps a simplistic home like these here in ponyville?”

“A manor,” I commented. “Though to keep it hidden from the stars it will match the appeal of the town around us.”

“A wise decision, if Trixie says so...” Trixie had started, only to trail off. “Master, it would seem that Pinkie Pie wishes to speak with us...”

With a quick glance towards Trixie, I followed her gaze to see the Pink mare dashing towards us in a panicked haste. “Bishop!” She had cried out. “Three things! One; Rarity is looking for you! She wants to make you! Two; Twilight is looking for you!” She huffed. “And three; you would not happen you have a harmonica, a french horn, an accordion, a banjo, and/or some cymbals?”

It took me a moment to process her request, and my answer was that of a facepalm. “Thank you for letting me know that those two are looking for me, but no… I don’t have any of those things… Now, why do you ask?”

“Because we have a problem! A big problem! A parasprite problem!” She hollered, before dashing off without another word.

“What do you think that was about, Master?” Trixie asked.

“I don't know, nor do I really care…” I muttered. “But it would seem that we have something else to do. Come to, Trixie, Rarity’s shop is the closer of the two. We'll go there first.”

“Trixie wonders if she goes custom request…” Trixie muttered to herself. “A request, Master... Do you think Trixie would look better in dark red or black?” Trixie asked.

“I don’t see why you’re asking me this, or why you’re even wondering what you would look better in…” I muttered to myself.

“Trixie wishes to wear something that matches you, Master…” Trixie had stuttered.

“In that case, I’ll throw something together for you, just try not to bother me with such simple things,” I growled.

Rarity was the holder of the Element of Generosity, and she made clothing for a living. So it was an easy guess to say that her gift to me was clothing. I even recall her saying something like that before. But to my surprise what she had planned for me was something of actually worth. Something that I would be proud to wear and all she needed was my measurements.

“How long do you think this will take to make?” I asked. “Celestia will be coming in a few hours, and if I wear this, I know that I’ll look acceptable in the presence of royalty.”

“Oh you don’t need to worry about that, you know,” Rarity had chimed. “You’re quite a handsome stallion, I can assure you!”

“It would seem that Rarity has quite the interest in you, Master…” Trixie had joked.

“That’s not what I meant, darling…” Rarity stated quickly. “I just meant that you’re handsome, Bishop. Nothing more…”

A part of me wanted to slap them both for their comments, but I knew that would not be wise. “You don’t have to worry about such things, Rarity. I care little for your comments, but thank you none the less.”

“Well with that said, tell me, how do you keep such a strong physique?” Rarity asked as she placed her hoof on my chest. She had less of a look of attraction on her face and more to one of confusion. “You feel like you’re made of stone… But at the same time, your muscles don’t seem stressed…”

“Rarity, Trixie does not like how you’re copping a feel on the master…” Trixie joked again.

“Another comment like that Trixie and you’re sleeping outside tonight.” I then added, making Trixie break into a bow.

“Trixie apologizes!” She groveled.

“Um, her insanity aside, what do you do, Bishop? I mean, I know you go out and face with Ursa Majors and Dragons, but that would just mean you’re strong with magic, not the body…” Rarity then commented.

The truth behind this was that I made my body to be perfect. I did fail, however, but it was something that I had to live with. But what would be a good lie to tell? Something simple would work, but I Dormammu could do better than that. “The magical strain that I put my body through every few days has the negative effect of making my body weight more, and thus, my body is forced to grow stronger or be ripped apart from the inside out. It brings immeasurable pain, the likes of which would kill lesser stallions.”

“Wait… WHAT?” Rarity yelled. “Bishop, please tell me you’re joking?!”

“No. I’m not joking with you, Rarity.” I lied.

“And you climbed up the mountain to face the Dragon for us, even when your body was in pain?” She asked in a high pitched voice.

“Yes, but it was not much of a problem to face.” I lied again.

“I don’t know if I should hit you for being stupid, and doing such a thing, or thank you for being so brave…” Rarity murmured before shaking her head. “How about I just finish up this jacket for you, instead?”

“That is why I am here, after all,” I smiled. “Now, if I recall correctly, this is a gift, right?” I then asked as an idea came to my head.

“Well, yes…” Rarity answered.

“Tell me, do you know the value of gems and diamonds?” I asked.

“Well, yes…” Rarity answered, only this time in somewhat of a cocky tone. “I can appraise the value of anything you find, and am willing to buy a few gems off you for my work. At a lowered rate, as I do have to make a prophet.”

“As I recalled, you said you were this close when it came to getting that diamond?” I had asked, holding my hooves and placing them just inches apart.

“I… don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rarity stammered.

“Sure you don’t,” My horn flashed, as I forced my magic into my pocket dimension. And with a flicker the massive diamond that Rarity had attempted to grab from the dragon was now within my hooves.

Rarity’s eyes widened and she let out a gasp. “I-Is that…?”

“How much is this worth?” I asked.

“You… you snagged it from the Dragon...” She muttered. “You… you lucky dog!” Dashing her way to me, she wrapped her hoof around me and shot me a smile. “I would say this diamond is worth at least one thousand- no! Two thousand bits…”

“Then consider this payment for any work that I, Trixie, and Zecora need you to do in the future.” I had offered, holding the diamond up to her.

“Y-you’re giving this to me?” Rarity asked, with a look of shock that made her one before looking nothing more than a smile.

“Do you agree to these terms, Rarity?” I asked again.

“Y-yes, Darling, yes!” She yelled.

“Good, now get your hoof off of me…” I snarled.

“Oh, ah, sorry…” Rarity sheepishly pulled away from while her gaze was still fixed on the diamond.

“Good… Now with that said… Trixie! You said you need something done?” I barked out. “Well do it now, and when you’re done meet me at Twilight’s home. I’ll be there answering the questions she has…”

“Of course, Master!” Trixie bowed. “Now Rarity, Trixie have a few ideas for you, and wishes to know what you think of them…”