Frieden woke up. His head hurt, and he was surprised to see that he was alive. His body was bleeding magic, spewing across the room in black gouts of negative energy. He was laying in the middle of a large blast mark, likely where the spell had detonated. Frieden shook, getting to his feet. Cautiously, he looked about the room. The rune was silent, its energy expended. He shouldn’t have any magic or life left, but began to feel invigorated the longer he was awake. Curiously, he investigated himself.

He felt larger, and his coat had been burned black from the spell. Frieden laughed, and found his voice booming. His head still hurt, so he put a hoof on his forehead to ease the pain. What he found startled him.

A long curved horn with a sharp point jutted from his head. Frowning, he noticed that his mouth had been filled with sharp teeth. Frieden stood tall and paced the room in confusion.

It was obvious that he had changed. Wracking his mind, he remembered that there was precedence for this. Rarely ponies could become something more. Something much more powerful than any of the three tribes. He had become an apotheosis.

It was said that the rulers of Equestria, the Princesses, had achieved apotheosis long ago. The sisters that ruled Canterlot, the one in the Technocracy, and the mother and daughter of the crystal empire were all alicorns, but that wasn’t the only form an apotheosis could take. Discord was the result of some other apotheosis, and also there had been another. His name had been Sombra.

As Frieden thought the name, his mind opened. Spells filled his consciousness, and knowledge came as well. He understood what had happened.

He had asked the universe for revenge, and the universe had answered. The horn on his head, the body he wore, it was all a gift from the universe, and it all had belonged to somebody else before him. An ancient ruler, powerful and with a keen intellect. He had challenged the might of the world, and shaken it to his core.

Frieden laughed in his cell. It had been over a thousand years since Sombra had been seen last, the purple dragon of Equestria and the Crystal Empire had defeated him. In his mind he saw the crystal heart, the flying princess and a small purple dragon. No doubt that was the Dragon of the Technocracy.

A voice whispered in his head, cold and angry. “Revenge.”

Frieden smiled. Sombra would not be denied, and neither would he. “Of course.”

The voice silenced forever, and the horn was his.

He wanted to test his new power, so he turned to the metal door. With a flick of his neck, he tore a hole through it. With another, he crumpled the entire door into the size of a baseball. Laughing, he stepped out into the empty hallway. There were no guards, only cells.

Frieden ripped every cell door off its hinges, and crumpled them into more little metal balls which he kept floating nearby. He was powerful, the universe responded to his whims, and the horn knew how to do everything. He wasn’t an earth pony anymore, he wasn’t even a unicorn. Frieden laughed as he realized that he was immortal.

A few hopeful prisoners looked out of their cells only to quickly duck back in. Frieden was terrifying, and he knew it. It was another gift from the universe.

Still laughing maniacally at the rush of power he felt, he walked out of the prison cell and into the lower levels of the palace. There were two guards waiting there, curious as to the noise and his laughter.

One was a stallion, a blue and gold unicorn with a helmet for a cutie mark. The other was a mare, a soft yellow unicorn with a scroll. Frieden smiled, and plunged a metal sphere through the heart of the stallion. The guard didn’t even have time to scream before he fell to the floor dead.

The mare did have time, but instead chose to launch a flurry of energy spells at Frieden. He laughed again as the spells were harmlessly deflected by his jetting black magic aura. The power was thrilling!

The mare turned to run, and Frieden simply picked her up off the ground, flipping her over and casually levitating her to him. “Well, what do we have here?” He laughed at her panicked and confused face.

She was crying now, terrified at what was happening. “What are you?”

That was a good question. He should worry about that at some point. “I’m not sure yet.” He grinned at her.

“I… I didn’t hurt you. Let me go. Please!” The guard was a complete mess, crying and begging.

Frieden frowned. Weren’t guards supposed to be tough? He’d faced his death hundreds of times on the streets. This pony was weak. He did not appreciate that. Weak ponies died. “No.”

The guard began to shake, looking between her dead friend and Frieden. “What are you going to do to me?”

He thought about that. He had a few spells he could use on her, but she didn’t seem to be worth the trouble. Maybe he should just kill her with what he had. He levitated a metal sphere over to her, and pressed it against her throat. He deadpanned when he spoke, “Whatever I want.”

The mare began to scream in earnest. Her shrieking began to bother him. Was this what these unicorns were made of? Fear and screams? He’d show them his power. He’d make them suffer. Frieden looked at the dead stallion. The stallion hadn’t suffered enough, the mare would make up for it.

He moved the metal sphere from the guard’s throat, and rolled it slowly down her body. Frieden remembered something he’d seen when he was still a child. Something a pony had done for bits, but things had gone disturbingly wrong. His face grew serious as he focused on the mare, giving her one last chance to be strong. “You should really stop screaming.”

She didn’t.

Frieden floated the metal spheres behind her, and then leaned down to be inches from her face. He wanted to watch her suffer. Slowly, he pressed the first metal sphere into her, forcing it between her legs and forcing her wide.

The guard’s screams reached a new pitch. He felt no remorse as he put another inside her, tearing her flesh open. Blood began to drip from the yellow mare’s backside, running down her tail and pooling on the floor. Her screams reached a fevered intensity as he pressed the two spheres deeper.

She began to froth at the mouth and twitch when he put a third in. He realized that he must be pressing her stomach up, tearing up her insides as she died. The mare’s screams quieted as her lungs were crushed and she began to ooze blood from her mouth.

“See? Quiet.” Frieden kissed her nose. “Good night.”

The guard’s eyes rolled back in her head, and Frieden ripped the metal spheres in every direction, spraying the room with blood. He stood there, breathing heavy and covered in the mare’s insides. Frieden began to laugh again.

So this was power. It was exhilarating. This is what he’d been denied his whole life, and what he’d sought even as a colt. Ponies would fear him, and they would obey him. He could end their lives with a thought. He would tear down this false government, and he would rule.

Frieden stepped forward, trailing blood in his wake, and leaving two empty corpses to contemplate their crimes. He was above their judgment now. He was a force of nature, and nature didn’t allow itself to be judged.

Stepping from the room, he turned and looked over the prison cell. He wouldn’t be going back. Frieden called upon his new magic, and black crystals jutted from the ground. He filled the prison with crystals, trapping or killing anypony unlucky enough to still be inside. They didn’t matter. They were nothing. They never had been anything, just like him.

He had ascended and they had not.

Turning, he climbed to the palace. He would show the council what he had become, and then he would break them. He would tear down this palace, and build a new one, humming with his runes.

As he reached the top of the stairs, two ponies appeared and attacked him immediately. He recognized them. Madam Haftling, and Baron Fackel. He figured they must be the enforcers for the council.

Baron Fackel launched a jet of flame at Frieden, while Madam Haftling loosed a barrage of mental spells. He could see the nature of the magic as it approached, it was as though the two of them moved in slow motion. Fackel’s unfocused spells couldn’t pierce his magic aura, and Haftling’s carefully crafted spells were simple to unravel.

Frieden laughed. “Back to play again?”

The two council members pulled together, and leaned forward aggressively as they halted their assault. Haftling cast a shield spell and shouted, “Who are you?”

“You don’t remember me?” Frieden asked curiously. How different did he look?

The Baron focused on charging a heavy spell while Haftling maintained her shield and answered. “I’ve fought monsters before, but never one like you.”

That amused Frieden greatly. They thought he was the monster. He figured there was no sense in disappointing them. “Don’t you remember? You found me in a basement. I was about to get my dick wet when you burned Priscilla alive!” Frieden stomped on the ground, smashing his hooves into the stone floor with his strength. He used his magic to create a shock-wave, disrupting their spells and causing the two ponies to stumble.

The two enforcers looked at each other in panic, and then Haftling attempted to cast a teleportation spell. Frieden stopped her, disrupting the flow of her magic by carving into her horn. He surprised himself, he didn’t know he could use magic to do that.

Fackel looked at Haftling’s stuttering horn in panic, and then charged at Frieden as his magic enveloped him in fire. He lunged across the room, a fireball headed right towards Frieden.

Frieden didn’t have time to think. He couldn’t target the inflamed unicorns horn, and Fackel would be able to get through his aura with all that energy. By reflex, Frieden picked up his hooves for an earth pony brawl.

He caught the leaping unicorn with one hoof, and slammed him into the ground with the other, hearing a loud snap and cracking the stone floor. Frieden looked at what he’d just done, and laughed.

Baron Fackel was bent backwards, his back had been snapped and the pony had folded in half the wrong way. What was left of him had been smashed into the floor, and blood leaked out his ears and eyes. Frieden figured that Fackel's insides had been liquified instantly. The corpse wasn’t even twitching.

Haftling was watching with growing horror as Frieden approached her slowly and smirked. “So. Do you remember who I am now?”

Haftling backed away from him, glancing over her shoulder to see if she could run. She looked back and found him smiling as he shook his head slowly side to side. “Y...Yes.”

Frieden stopped and glared at her. “Who am I?”

She got down on her knees. “You’re that… earth pony—Frieden. The one that they wanted to make an… an archmage.”

He was amused. She just dropped to apparently prostrate herself before him. “Oh. Now you think I should be an archmage?”

Haftling looked down to the ground. “I abstained.”

Frieden had passed out, and found himself in the middle of the debate. He hadn’t been interrogated, they must have figured out about his runes somehow. “And how did they know my secrets, Madam? Why was there a question of that?”

Haftling kept her head on the ground as she spoke. “We came to kill Priscilla, but when we saw you doing magic, we… captured you.”

“And I remember nothing of this?”

She began to shake as she answered. “My talent… My spells are for… controlling ponies. You told the council about your magic.”

Frieden looked at the pathetic mare. So she had gotten into his mind and forced him to tell the council everything. That was effective. He was impressed, but then again, the council had been running things for a while. There had to be a few competent ones. Maybe he’d keep those when he took over. Even if he kept them, they still had to suffer.

“Look at me.”

Haftling looked up, clearly scared.

Frieden could use her. She wasn’t screaming like the last one did. He’d see how willing she was to be obedient. “You kept me from fucking Priscilla. I like fucking unicorns, so now I’m gonna fuck you.”

Haftling had to be twenty or more years older than him. She wasn’t a young mare, but her age didn’t matter to him. Just her subservience. Frieden lifted her off the ground with his magic, and spun her around. He set her down on all four hooves, facing away from him.

Sputtering, she protested. “I’m a married mare! I have kids!” She looked over her shoulder in a panic.

Frieden responded instantly. He grabbed her left front hoof with his magic, and squeezed it like he did to the doors. She crumpled to the ground, but she didn’t scream. Blood leaked from under her body, and she wheezed back tears from the sudden and immense pain.

Frieden growled at her. She hadn’t realized exactly how different they were yet. She would learn, or she wasn’t worthy. “I didn’t ask you any questions. I gave you a command. Now stand up, lift your tail, and let me fuck you. Or I’ll be done with you.”

Madam Haftling looked back at him with wide, terrified eyes.

Frieden was running out of patience. He had twenty eight more council members to find. “Say ‘Yes, Master’” and do it, or die.”

Haftling slowly stood up, and balanced on three legs. Tears dripped down her face as she turned away from Frieden and lifted her tail. “Yes, Master.”

Frieden stepped forward, and climbed over her back. He crawled up her body, and pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy. She shuddered underneath him when it touched her.

This felt just like when he’d ripped the guard apart. Frieden took a bite of her hair and relished pulling it through his teeth. She was his now, because he had power. Everything would be his because the universe had gifted him his revenge.

He would leave a bloody trail of broken bodies, taking those that would bow to him and killing the rest. First he would get his revenge against his country, against his people in all their terrible ways. And then Sombra would get his revenge. The world would tremble at his power, just like his new slave trembled.

He forced himself inside of her, causing her to grunt in pain. “Welcome to your new life, slave.”

Madam Haftling cried as he raped her, but she didn’t scream. Her tears were quiet little affairs. Frieden liked her, she had been strong inside. As he fucked her, he felt her splitting around him. He was large for an earth pony, and after his transformation he had grown even larger.

His balls slapped against her dry cunt, at least until the blood started leaking out. He growled as he buried himself deeper in the mare, causing her to finally scream at the pain as he forced her to stand on her crippled hoof.

Frieden snarled aggressively. “I wouldn’t scream if I were you.”

She muffled up, shakily forcing her broken hoof over her mouth to keep herself from screaming. He laughed as she suffered under his cock. This was just the beginning. The world would suffer and they would all come to know his name.

Frieden came inside of her, filling her insides with his thick cum, and then unceremoniously sliding out of her.

He stood back and looked at her swollen, bruised pussy. It was bright red, and dripping blood and semen. Her tail was shaking, she was still holding it up for him even as she cried into her crushed hoof. He leaned down, and smelled her musky, defiled pussy.

Yesterday she probably had no idea she’d be fucking an earth pony. He was going to laugh at the thought, but then he realized he wasn’t an earth pony anymore. Thinking, Frieden licked the blood and cum out of her cunt, causing her to twitch in surprise or pain—he didn’t care.

Stepping back, he looked at his new slave. He had a question for her that he was curious about.

“So how does it feel to be fucked by a god?”

Madam Haftling stared at him, wide eyed and horrified.

Author's Note

Well. This happened. I've been writing something, and I realized I could do a particularly dark story as the prequel. It's not my usual quality, specifically because I'm trying to keep it short, so I can't spend forever going over every characters thoughts and feelings. Kind of the opposite of how I usually write. Dunno. Lets see how it goes!