Frieden was planning while calming down from his initial rush of power. He was still strong, but the euphoria he’d felt was leaving him. Perhaps he needed to kill something to sate the demon he’d inherited. He thought about killing Haftling, but she’d decided to be obedient quickly and was loyally answering every question he threw at her. Her manners were even getting better, which was something he knew would be rare.

For her part, Haftling was sitting while clutching her hoof and waiting for him to continue interrogating her. He really didn’t know anything about the council except that they were responsible for the sorry state he had lived in, and she was a prominent member.

“And who is actually in charge?”

Sniffling, she answered, “It really is a council, Master. Although, Baron Von Herrscher commands the loyalty of most of us.”

That sounded promising. “This Herrscher… What is his specialty?”

Haftling looked at the ground and then quickly answered. “He’s like me, Master. Except he enhances ponies. I get in their minds and make them obedient. Plant ideas, manipulate them, that sort of thing. He makes them better at things.”

“I see.” Frieden chuckled. “Then I shall crush him easily.”

“Master, what is… how do you plan to handle the army? You are strong, but you are one pony.”

Frieden glanced at Haftling, and decided not to crush her other hoof. It wasn’t wise to punish ponies offering advice, even if they were disrespectful. “Never refer to me as a Pony again, slave. I have ascended. You would be wise to remember that.”

Haftling panicked, throwing herself to the ground. “Yes master! I’m sorry.”

He ignored her to think. He might be able to take the army. Perhaps he should try. He felt invincible, and a display of his divine power might be what was needed to really convince others of his god-hood.

Haftling was still prostrate, and interrupted his musings with a pained question. “Master, will you spare my children?”

It was stupid of her to bring up her children. He had forgotten about that. Maybe he would hunt them down if she angered him. “Perhaps.”

She continued her thought. “They’re on the council. My son, Felsen and my daughter Schnell.”

Frieden thought about it. It made sense that she was asking then. He would meet them soon. If they were on the council, then they would suffer. But their final fate was up to them. “They will serve or they will die, as you have chosen and seen. Hope that your children are wise and strong, Haftling.”

“Felsen is stubborn, and Schnell acts without thinking.” Haftling frowned, muttering to herself. “They are my life….” She looked desperately to Frieden. “When it is time, may I convince them, Master?”

He chuckled at the thought. If she thought she could convince them, he didn’t see the harm. “That might amuse me, Haftling. Do not give me a reason to stop you and you shall have your chance.”

She nodded her head furiously. “Of course master.”

“Take me to the council chamber. I wish to see who’s in it.”

“Yes, Master.”

They left, climbing more stairs. Frieden considered having Haftling walk in front, just so he could watch his cum drip down her leg, but decided that he would be in front. The old mare was pretty enough, but she wasn’t the eye candy he was looking for. Maybe her daughter would be better suited to his tasted.

At the top, two guards waited for them, but Haftling ordered them to stand down. Frieden considered killing them anyways, the mare kept eying him suspiciously and he didn’t like her pink coat.

“Stop, Haftling.”

His slave stopped, and closed her eyes in fear.

“What’s your name, guard?” He faced the pink one. She was a unicorn with a crown of some sort as a mark. He figured she was weak, and felt like he needed to test her.

The guard looked questioningly at Haftling, who refused to look back at her. Frieden didn’t like that.

“I was talking to you. Look at me, not my slave.”

The guard looked confused, and then turned to Frieden while taking a deep breath. She was clearly building up her courage to address his imposing figure. “Sir, I don’t know your business, but this is council property. Madam Haftling appears to be in distress, so I will have to ask you to leave.”

Frieden looked at the other guard. It was another unicorn mare, a green one shuffling nervously back and forth on her feet. She was ready to cast a spell. He turned back to the pink guard. “Your friend is dead due to your insolence.”

He maintained eye contact with the pink guard while the there was a snap, followed by a wet slurping sound. Then the green guard’s body was flung against the wall, landing next to the pink guard.

She screamed, and Frieden frowned. This one was weak.

He reached out with his hoof and grabbed her horn. She tried to pull away, but his strength was monstrous. Lifting her up by her horn, he held her at his eye height. “Do stop screaming.”

The Mare looked him in the eye, and quieted, surprising Frieden. She was hanging by her horn, which he guessed was painful.

He reminded her, “Name.”

The mare stayed silent, and then threw up as he held her. The warm vomit leaked out of her mouth, and fell to the ground in a clumpy dribble as it went down her chin. Frieden smelled piss in the air, and heard a wet splash from the floor. He scowled at her.

“Pathetic.” She wasn’t worth any more time.

Frieden dropped her, disgusted by her body’s panicked expulsions. “Haftling, Kill this one.” He took a step back and filled the hole in Haftling's horn, allowing her to use magic once more.

Haftling didn’t hesitate once her magic was back. She whipped around, and shot a bolt of magic straight at the mare’s head. Frieden watched the spell with interest. It was a mental spell, just as she’d described, but it had a more permanent effect than temporary control.

The mare on the floor was struck by it, and instantly fell silent and still. She lay there as her eyes closed calmly, and her body stopped breathing. Within seconds, she was dead.

“Now that was interesting, Haftling. Is that how you would assassinate ponies for the council?”

Haftling’s response was detached and emotionless. “Yes Master. I commanded her to die.”

Frieden had to ask her something that didn’t matter anymore. “And why was it not you, but Fackel that killed Priscilla? I would have been much more compliant had she died peacefully.”

Haftling stayed detached as she responded, still watching the dead mare. “I was the assassin for quiet kills. When I kill someone, I can make it look like anything. A suicide, an accident, anything at all. Fackel struck the blow when we intended to leave a message. He always made it as painful as possible.”

Frieden felt angry for some reason. “No doubt he enjoyed his job. Let us continue on to your previous masters.” Innocents didn’t deserve what had happened to them, but that didn’t matter. It was the natural order of things, everypony suffered, and Priscilla had suffered the same. Nobody was the exception. He would make sure of that.

“Yes, Master.” Frieden let Haftling lead with her hobbled walk, it was simply more efficient. There were more guards, but he didn’t bother testing them. He simply left corpses when they asked too many questions.

Eventually they reached the council room. Frieden stood before the giant wooden doors and contemplated his entrance. He needed to make a show of it, and came up with a plan.

“Haftling, you will enter behind me and close the doors. Once I have taken my seat, you will lay at my hooves and wait for me to give you further instructions.”

She nodded as she answered. “Yes, Master.”

Frieden rubbed his hooves together in excitement. This was going to be fun.

Throwing the doors open, he stepped inside the large auditorium and shouted in a booming voice, “Esteemed council! I have considered your proposal!” Frieden walked in, interrupting the discussion that was happening.

He frowned when he saw that not all the members were here. Only eleven of them were present, and they were clearly in the middle of some argument. Still, eleven was a good start. He’d find the others.

The unicorns in the room all turned to look at him, most with confusion. One elderly unicorn’s eyes went wide in fear and he began to shake. Frieden chuckled at his response. Clearly he was familiar with at least the legend of Sombra.

A particularly fat one with a white coat stood up and shouted at Frieden, “What is the meaning of this intrusion?” He glanced behind Frieden and saw Haftling enter and close the door. “Madam Haftling?” The fat unicorn glared at her, “What games are you playing? Where is Baron Fackel?”

Frieden answered on her behalf as he walked to the speaking podium. “Oh glorious and wise council of Unicorns. Baron Fackel, is regrettably dead.”

A chorus of gasps filled the room. The fat unicorn turned back to Frieden. “Dead? That is preposterous! Explain yourself!”

Frieden laughed, amused at their fear and confusion. “Very well. Allow me to give a demonstration.” Frieden looked around the room as he climbed up on the podium. He saw furniture made from gold and silver, tables studded with rare gemstones, and fine artwork lining the walls.

“You see, I have been in this room before. But before, I was nothing. I was like everything else in this room, just a tool for you to use.”

The fat unicorn shouted, “Tell us about Baron Fackel.”

Frieden rolled his eyes. “I’m getting to that my esteemed and rotund imbecile.”

The fat unicorn covered his mouth in shock while the elderly unicorn that had recognized Sombra was tiptoeing towards the door, clearly trying to escape before things got worse. Frieden snorted in amusement at their antics. He quickly carved a rune on the doors with his magic, sealing them shut and preventing teleportation as he spoke.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. I was one of your tools.” Frieden picked up every pen, paper, pad, cup, gem, jewel, chair, and table in the room at once, causing the unicorns to tumble to the floor. He swirled them above their heads, continuing to pick up bits and pieces around the room, stripping the walls and the floors until the room was an empty hall.

The unicorns gasped at his power and control. Some began to charge spells. Frieden didn’t interfere with them yet. He had a speech! “And like your tools, I have risen above. I have become something more. I have also changed.” He funneled the material down and around him, breaking it apart into raw components. Gold, wood, gems, iron and ink spread out around him.

Haftling began to walk slowly towards him, hobbling on her hooves as she approached. Frieden was impressed by her enthusiasm. “I have become something great! I have transformed!”

The components reformed around him, snapping and melting as they fused together. Steam and fire shot from behind him as the materials cooled into a large and ornate throne. Frieden sat on the still hot throne and leaned back, letting his body leave an imprint in the cooling metal.

Haftling silently sat in front of him, cradling her hoof tenderly as she gazed out at her previous compatriots.

Frieden had to hold back his laughter. Everything was just so amusing to him now. These Unicorns had made his life a living hell, and now they were nothing but ants beneath his feet. Ants that he could crush or burn as he saw fit. He shouted, causing the ponies in the empty auditorium to step back in fear.

“I have become the new ruler of this land you so regrettably squandered.”

The fat unicorn was shaking in rage, turning red as he stared at Frieden.

“As for your friend, Baron Fackel, he disagreed. Madam Haftling initially had some concerns, but I believe I have convinced her of my authority. Isn’t that right, Madam?”

Madam Haftling looked up from the floor to meet his eyes and nodded. “Yes, Master.”

At this point, some of the unicorns attacked. Frieden laughed as jets of ice, lightning, and magical energy shot at him. Most were harmlessly deflected by his aura. The few that weren’t were easy to dispel.

Frieden continued to laugh as barrage after barrage of magical energy assaulted his throne. He waited, and they stopped their assault. They had realized the futility. When the dust settled they stood together. Ten of them working as one and attempting a joint spell while one old unicorn frantically tried to open the door. Frieden chuckled as he watched the unicorn comically stand against the door and pull with all his might.

He gently nudged Haftling with his hoof and pointed out the old unicorn to her with a chuckle. “Heh. He’s the only smart one.”

She looked at the unicorn, and then sighed, shaking her head.

The joint spell was let loose, and hurtled towards Frieden. It was a disintegration spell, and a powerful one at that. He was impressed. They weren’t trying to save Haftling at all, the spell would destroy everything within ten paces of him.

Fortunately, he’d been prepared. While he’d been joking with Haftling, and harassing the unicorns, he’d also been carving. Having a horn instead of hooves meant that he could carve anywhere instead of only on surfaces. Runes not on a surface wouldn’t last long, but he could make them nearly instantly now with his magic.

If he wanted something permanent, he’d need to do it by hoof. But his horn worked just fine for what he needed right now.

The spell hit an invisible rune, and its energies were disjointed. The swirling arcane energy was immediately reconverted by another rune into life force, and Frieden funneled it into himself. Sitting on his throne, he laughed as he was invigorated by their spell of destruction. Their flowing purple sparks had been converted into little black orbs that he absorbed. He shared just enough with Haftling to heal her hoof, she’d been a loyal servant and he needed to use a stick and a carrot to be a proper god.

“Stand with your master and you will be rewarded. Betray me, and die painfully.” He smiled to her. She nodded, a new light in her eyes. Frieden understood. She’d been going along before, waiting and watching for an opportunity to escape. She’d thought him some psycho. But now? Now maybe she understood that there was no escape. That he was her master forever.

The unicorns stood, panting in the center of the room and looking despaired. Frieden was feeling great from all that energy he absorbed, so he leaned back in his chair and spread his legs.

Frieden looked over the unicorns. “Madam Haftling is going to represent the surviving members of this council. If you choose to survive, you will be mine and serve me. Madam? Use you mouth.”

Dutifully, she crawled between his legs and put his cock in her mouth. She was warm and wet, and her tongue was very soft.

Frieden put a hoof down on her head and chuckled. “You’ve done this before, I can tell. You’re almost as good as the whores back on the streets.”

Haftling didn’t answer, but kept working on his cock.

Frieden motioned to the unicorns. “I am your new god. How about we decide who gets to be my slaves, and who gets to be dead?”

The fat unicorn stomped his hoof. “We’ll never be your slaves.”

Frieden smiled. “I’d hoped you’d say that, tubby.” Frieden carved into the fat one, quickly drawing runes. He noticed that the other unicorns didn’t respond, and the fat one only seemed confused as he was carved into. Frieden realized that they couldn’t see his runes, and didn’t know when he was carving. He began to laugh.

The fat one began to swell. “What have you done?” He shouted.

The others stepped away from him as he grew. His fat rippled up his body, and he fell over. Slowly his skin started to stretch, and he screamed in pain. Frieden watched in amusement, and whispered to Haftling, “You might want a shield. This is going to end messy.”

She continued to suck his cock, but cast a spell to protect her back.

The rest of the unicorns were stepping back from the bloating monstrosity as it rolled on the floor making a horrible screeching noise. Fat started to bulge under the unicorns neck and eyes, and his voice cut into a slobbering sound. A sound like tearing leather ripped through the room, and a gurgle signified the death of the fat pony. He exploded, showering the room in gore.

Frieden grunted, cumming into Haftling’s servile mouth. He hummed happily, realizing that she hadn’t spilled a drop.

The others stared at Frieden in terror as he basked in his afterglow. Everything except for Madam Haftling and himself was covered in gore. “Well. I have one loyal slave. Let’s decide who else gets to live.”

Author's Note

We're gonna make a lot of progress next chapter! So many numbers to go... Also, I kind of like that IDGAF about this story. I can be as sloppy as I want to be and it's not stressful.