Lord Zedin has had enough of being exiled for eternity. What was it he did wrong anyway? He only wanted to help the Ancients manage a few planets, and what did he gain from it? A reprimanding speech, a barren realm, and a boot in the rear to said realm. Ever since that day, he lost all respect for the Ancients. He promised to find a way back to his home realm and teach the Ancients a valuable lesson.

Now, he's ready. His conjured forces finally found the correct frequency to reach the Plane of Reality, and they are all armed with whatever they could find in their godforsaken realm. Zedin only has to do one last thing: destroy everything in the universe, no matter how weak or powerful.

Well, that was his original plan. When he found a lone frizzy and beaming pony in a world not even made for or inhabited by livings, he felt, confused. What should he do, capture it, torture it, kill it? None of those solutions felt right to him, so he decided to simply approach it and discover what it was.

To his surprise, he discovered more than this pony's name.

(Take note that there is some mature language in this story. Also, I think this story is eligible for a drama tag. If you disagree, tell me right away.)

Cover art is my own creation. Admire or bash it as you wish.