What are you doing in MY realm?
The Revenant King
An Anthroverse! MLP:FiM Fanfic by Devilhorn
Chapter 1: What are you doing in MY realm?
The day started as any other for me. I woke up, moved around my castle, checked on my citizens, and observed the part of Tartarus that I was lending out to Equestria… “Wait what?” I hear you say. Maybe I should explain. My name is Pluto, and I am the ruler of the Equestrian Underworld. I take the shape of a Reverant, or the Alicorn version of the Dark pony race trio, which is made up of Umbrans (Unicorns), Tersthals (Pegasi), and Ghouls (Earth Ponies). No, I am NOT evil, I just enjoy my job WAY too much. I get new prisoners in Tartarus all the time, and yet I have yet to meet ANY of the rulers of Equestria. That was, until today.
“I sense a disturbance in the Underworld.” I say to myself, seeing not one, not two, but FOUR alicorn Princesses. I mean, I know that my boss, Faust, granted this gift of near-godhood to the first two alicorns, but where in the nine circles of Hell did the other two come from!? I decided to investigate for myself why they were here.
I came up to the desolate, fire-filled wasteland they were travelling in, and started to listen. “Are you SURE this is a good idea, Celestia? I mean, what would happen if one of the prisoners got out and attacked us?” The smallest of them, a purple pony, asked.
“Not to worry, Twilight,” the white one, whom I now knew was Celestia, said, “I know every inch and crack of Tartarus, and I also know that none of them would be able to attack us when we are ALL at our full strength. Isn’t that right Luna, Cadence?” The blue and pink one then responded, IN ORDER I may add, positively, and that’s when I decided to make my entrance.
“That’s a bold claim, Madam Celestia, since this is only a SMALL part of Tartarus that I allow you to use.” I said, appearing in front of them. The four of them prepared their magic, almost to attack me. Boy, were they surprised when I bowed politely to them. “No need to attack, madams, I am not here to harm you. My name is Pluto, and I am the Revenant King of the Underworld, and y’all are in my realm. Not that I don’t enjoy visitors, but a little warning would be nice.”
“Okay… So why aren’t you like Nightmare Moon and Sombra?” Luna asked, and I blinked.
“Nightmare Who?” Now she blinked in surprise.
“You… don’t know who they are?”
I held up my hand, “One moment please,” summoned my analog of the Underworld, and searched through the official Book of the Dead, the NECRONOMICON. Yes, that’s the correct way to say it. You can literally hear the capitals.
“No, they didn’t come through the Brimstone Gates, or cross the River of Death, Styx, nor are they in Tartarus… oh, here we go, Enemies of Equestria. ‘Thought to be a demon or an evil spirit, Nightmare Moon, who wanted to see Equestria enveloped in Eternal Night, possessed Princess Luna, and was banished to the Moon for 1000 years, still in Luna’s body, by Celestia, until the night she came back, and was promptly defeated by Twilight Sparkle, at the time a Unicorn, and her friends.’” I looked at Luna with a sorrowful expression. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, madam. My condolences, to hear that a beautiful lady go through such torture breaks my heart.”
She blushed, and then muttered a “Thank you.”
“Now then, Sombra. ‘The tyrannical ruler of the Crystal Empire, this psychopathic demon was filled with evil and spite, until he found a host, Deep Slumber, a peaceful Umbra, who unfortunately held jealousy and pain deep in his heart. Torturing and killing the young soul within, he took control of the body, and began his reign of terror. Finally killed by Spike Draken, the Lost Prince of the Drakes, and adopted son of Twilight Sparkle, with the Crystal Heart.’”
I then looked at Twilight, “Did you think Spike was a dragon?” She nodded, stunned. “Well, I’m afraid not. He’s basically the Earth Pony equivalent of Draconian kind, a drake. He will never grow wings, but he can survive deep underground, and I mean DEEP underground, like core-of-the-planet deep, and that’s basically solidified, iron-based super-magma. He’s eating gems, right?” Twilight nodded again. “Add some lava and obsidian to his diet, that will help him grow to, at the very least, 21 in drake years, so maybe he can impress this Miss Rarity I keep hearing about.”
She gasped. “How did-”
“The Book of The Dead knows EVERYTHING, Miss Twilight, it's an extremely useful tool in that way. Also, drakes may age slow, but they mature and grow very fast, and are allowed to drink alcohol when they are ten, in their culture. Now then,” I said, turning back to my NECRONOMICON, “‘Both Nightmare Moon and Sombra are creations of…” My face becomes angry, and I turn towards my guests.
“I must apologize, it seems those two were part of a cruel joke one of my subjects tried to pull, while keeping me oblivious to his ‘prank’. Prank, bloody harassment is what it is. I also apologize in advance for the loud, scary noise you’re about to hear,” I said, turning around. “MORPHEUS! GET TO MY OFFICE! NOW!” I shout, my other personality taking over.
Yes, I have two personalities, the first is a caring, yet playful person who enjoys a good dose of any kind of humor, EXCEPT insult humor and cruel pranks. The other is a harsh but fair disciplinarian, who does NOT tolerate idiocy or hostility against his subjects, and in turn, doesn’t tolerate it from his OWN subjects against him or others. This personality is called Osiris, and he is a person you NEVER want to get on the bad side of, and Morpheus just did. My body poofed into my office just as Osiris fully took over my mind, so I stayed behind to see the Alicorns reactions. Why don’t you go visit Osiris? Don’t worry, you won’t miss anything... YET.
Author's Note
So, what do you think? HELPFUL critics are welcome, haters WILL be deleted.
Chapter 2: Surprises
(Osiris’ POV)
Oh, hello. I’m assuming Pluto sent you, oh dear reader? What, is there something on my face? Because you’re staring. Oh, I get it, you didn’t think that I would have the same reality-warping, 4th-wall breaking, insane powers that Pluto has, right? SO sorry to disappoint you, but it comes with the body. Now what do you want?!
Oh, you want to see what will happen to Morpheus? I see. You know, he IS one of our more… REBELLIOUS subjects. After all, he DID follow the old ruler, Lucy, was it?
Anyway, I think I’ll take a page out of Pluto’s book this time around, as he oddly seems to ENDURE many types of pain.
We’re getting off topic. After shouting for the troublemaker, I teleport into our office, to find the place how I left it: Clean, tidy, and sterile, with an almost blinding shine . Yeah, stark contrast to the eternal, yet both freezing and burning, flames of Hell, and the infinite, barren darkness of Tartarus, ain’t it? It makes people like Morpheus nervous, ESPECIALLY since there’s a chalice that says “World’s Dirtiest Lawyer,” on the desk, a gift from Cthulhu, who is an old friend.
And who’s that there, you say? The guy in the clothes that seem to fit a construction worker more than anyone else? That’s Morpheus, he wears that because, “Building a dream is a lot like building a house. One wrong move, one wrong calculation, and it all comes crashing down” Those are his own words, by the way. I gesture for him to sit down. He does so, and the chair straps him in, while the tweezers opens his eyes in a ludovico-eske stance.
“Morpheus, Morpheus, Morpheus. What have I told you about messing with the world above? NOT TO!” I scream in his face, making him flinch. “Not only that, but you messed with EQUESTRIA, A place that Faust said was OFF LIMITS! I don’t want to get a slip from Faust, and I can’t fire you, you’re one of my best workers, and the ONLY expert on dreams I have on staff, you’re just rebellious.” I sigh, exasperated. “What am I going to do with you?” I ask, the chair converting back to a regular lounge chair. He blinks, almost if he never saw this side of me. But he actually seems… confused about something.
“Boss, that wasn’t during your time as, well, the boss.” He said to me, a Manehattan accent in his voice. “That was during the time that Ol’ Lucy was boss. Didn’t you read that?”
I blink, confused myself. I turn back to the NECRONOMICON, and read the article again. Gosh darnit, it WAS under Lucy’s orders. How did Pluto miss that? How did I miss that? I was reading it at the same time as him! We both must’ve been to angry to read on. “It seems I must apologize, Morpheus. I hadn’t seen that because I was too angry about what I thought you did.”
He nods to me. “Understandable, boss. Beside, we may have bigger problems on our hands.” I move in closer, my face contorted into worry. “One of my boys was doing his round of checking on the prisoners this morning, and, well, Tirek's missing. They found a hole in the back wall, behind a poster of a she-devil. He dug himself out.”
I slam my hands onto my desk, and the microphone comes up. “ATTENTION ALL UNITS!” I scream, my voice coming over the speaker system. “WE HAVE A CODE APOCALYPSE, I REPEAT, A CODE APOCALYPSE! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! BATTLESTATIONS!” I pop back over to the alicorns as my men scramble to their designated areas, and I say in as best of a professional voice as I can muster, “Hi, I’m Osiris, Pluto’s other personality. I need you to come with me.” They look at me strangely, clearly confused and worried.
“Why?” Celestia asks, her own worry permeating her voice.
“Tirek’s broken out of his cell.”
Author's Note
HELLO! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I finally am finished with classes at school, and now I'm looking for a job so that I can have the off-campus hours to graduate. Stories both old and new will be coming, so don't worry. They'll just be coming very slowly.
