Honestly? Jeff did something really stupid. He did tell her something she shouldn’t know. Staring with the worst events to represent your civilization is the worst thing possible. Sooner or later he would have told her what happened here, or I that time. Twilight would be a far more better pony to tell it to, she would probably understand, she seemed rather cold. It wouldn’t touch her as much as it did touch Lyra?

“Jeff you’re lying? Tell me you’re lying!”

Jeff had no idea that this would be so bad, he didn’t mean to make her so…So appalled. Now, how should he fix what he has destroyed. He has destroyed most of trust towards the human Civilization and also, he has destroyed the trust she had for him. Many would say that it's not true how could have this destroyed her trust to him? He didn’t do any of this!

Jeff says as he is almighty and all knowing. That it did, because he represents the entire human civilization now, he needs to firstly tell and represent everything good and perfect they did. When that’s done, then push in between the bad things so that it can deflect some of the negative effect it would bring with it.

But how should he do it? He needs to think of something while he will keep Lyra busy with his nonsense. He needs to create a wall from words and quickly made up stupid arguments telling her it's not that bad as it seems. To find a good argument saying he lied and wouldn’t tell her directly he made it up. What would you do if you heard someone telling about mass murder and genocide? Send him to a mental hospital, wouldn’t you? Or call the cops.

‘Maybe, force her to forget?’

This seemed quite irrational, he didn’t want to abuse it in case he would be mad with power. Then he would surely kill thousand upon thousand by doing a small step. Beside that, he still doesn’t know how drastically it works, how powerful his commands are, what kind of area they cover and how they are fired. He could ask for cheeseburger, and he would get it, but it would appear in a nuclear blast.

He would want her to forget what he has said yes? Hundreds of pills would just come here in a tornado made from cocaine, LSD, date rape drugs etc. Would all fly here from the corners of the world and make her swallow it all so that she would forget it? This would be terrible, abnormal, terrifying, hideous, horrendous.

Then again nothing other then that comes to his mind, if he wants her to just forget without any wonders of world ending scenarios, it will happen right? She won’t die or something? Because when she will receive brain damage she can also get an amnesia. But if he never tries then he will never be sure if he can do anything other than things like this.

Jeff looked at Lyra that wanted her response, she looked at him with a fearful scowl. He would too if he heard what she has heard. He didn’t know what to do! He could try to make her forget but that wouldn’t be ok with his conscience. Making ponies do something is really a tempting thing, however consequences follow, he would have to take full responsibility for what he has done.

He can do anything right? He could technically make her untouchable by any ‘bad’ effects that might occur after what he wills about her. Other than what you had just read sounded sexualized, Jeff needed to decide. Be God now, or totally throw away the power he has in his hands. This can’t be that bad if he plans what he wants to happen! Right?

Right…if to do so, he would firstly talk to her, slowly, and gently so that she might get influenced by his divine spirit. After he dominates her, he would order her to forget anything she heard about Hitler and Thutmose the second. What then? How to leave her so that his presence of unimaginable power would let her go?

He would think, and with his mind get her back to normality, from there if needed he would go back inside of her with his unbreakable will power. Edit and cut out or add things that would be required. Again, pull out of her, and be a happy he has finished his work, hoping nothing bad has happened to Lyras mind, and he won’t have to cry.

The burn in his chest, the stress before doing it. He didn’t want to, but he had no choice, he didn’t have any other way out of this beside telling her it's truth or that it’s all a lie. There was some temptation in doing this, a small part of him wanted to do it, but majority of Jeff’s mind said ‘no’ to this. So, did also his conscience.

But you only live once, and he must test it, it has come to the moment where Jeff will have to show his Godly presence before Lyra. His magnificent blonde hair will shine and burn the eyes of the ~~mint infidel~~. His voice will make her crazy, and her soul will surrender like the French when the Germans came into Paris.

Jeff breathed heavily, as if the whole world stopped for him. There was only he and he alone, maybe he was the universe? His actions and his very own heartbeat was the sound of music and the most beautiful birds singing? Everything was possible, if Jeff’s will was it to be true then it was, if not. Then it wasn’t, obviously…duh.

“Jeff I’m waiting” She said

Jeff looked up “I’m so sorry Lyra”

Lyra just had a sad and hurt expression, how could this be? Who would allow such a thing to occur? Why didn’t any politician from another country or the land where these so-called Jews were, stand up and said something? Nine million people, nine million innocents? Maybe there was a chance that from this nine million there were criminals in prisons, that had a death sentence, but only them, not everypony!

“Lyra”

She looked at him, his expression changed, he was emotionless. His gaze was so harsh, so unforgivable and so cold. It demanded something from her, it was almost making her powerless. She felt as if the magic she could sue left her, and the air around her was heavier than anything she could have ever imagined.

“Lyra, listen” Jeff said, his voice echoed

She saw only him, there was nothing beside him or under him above Jeff. There was void and blackness pure nothing in itself. Pure nothing, was this even black? Or was it so dark she thought it was black? He sat there, in his red shirt and jeans, the only bright object was his hair. Gold as the sun, in the blackness and it resemble a crown.

She dropped her notes, something was happening. She didn’t want it but then again it pulled towards him. An unknown force, that ordered her mind to just look and listen, her mind was plasticine in his hands. What did Jeff do to her? Why is he doing this, why can’t she ask him? She was sacred of this, this thing.

Jeff with a strange tone said “Lyra, you will”

She will, she will, she must do something. Thinking what she should do, she is prepared to do the thing he would ask for. She stopped her breathing, or did Jeff’s presence stop her breathing? Was there air around her? Was there anything more valuable than his command to her? No, there was only his command, and only this she was left with.

“You will forget anything what I said from the time you asked me about the ‘painter’ and you will forget why you asked that question” It was so hallucinating and so relaxing to hear it; his voice was angelic. Better than Princess Luna's songs.

Yes, she will forget this she won’t remember about the…about the…about…what? Did she already forget about the thing? There is a moment of him and her talking, she telling him a more gruesome and worse story about Sombra then it actually was. He said something about a…painter! Yes, a painter, but what then?

Equal rights…and then she doesn’t remember anything else. Nothing, a whole lot of nothing. There wasn’t even nothing, it was weird, why did he do it? Why did she have to listen to his commands? But they are so promising, she feels amazing and so close to his presence doing what he wants, as is she was made for it!

“Lyra, you won’t remember me doing what I am doing now to you. You will ask me what has happened, and I will say that you pondered about something. You will decide that it’s because of your lack of sleep.”

He ordered, his tone dangerously charismatic, so charismatic she could have sworn on allegiance to him and betray Celestia. it was such an incredible feeling to hear him and to do what he wanted. Almost her mind could not stand his words and the pronunciation of letters, letters so idle, so impossible.

“You will go, and tell the guards I’m awake, if they will ask you why didn’t you told them earlier, do not say anything, they will not do anything to you”

It was so confidently spoken, it had to be truth over the truths, nothing more honest her ears ever heard what she could hear now. His command and his truth were a shield, a shield from the unwavering power of words, and words hurt more than deeds or magic, so words would protect her.

She saw Jeff picking up something, she was stuck in one position. She didn’t see anything that he did. But when he again looked at her with the blue like two sapphires wonderful eyes. She would have come to the corners and the ends of the world to get familiar to these eyes gems. It wouldn’t be the same, as it they wouldn’t be his.

He held her notes, and he gave it to her. This wasn’t paper anymore, this wasn’t just some text for her now. This was her treasury, from a being like him? It made her hearth warm up, he picked up her notes! He did it for her! This was so exciting, is this the feeling of a stallion confessing to you? It’s so, unbelievably good! Addicting!

“Farewell” He said, it was so soft, sad to also hear his desiring voice say that word, it was meant for her

She wanted more of this, she wanted more! More! It was so lonely without him, it was so sad and so cold. She had nowhere to, she had no guidance without him, she had no power or reason to live without that voice constantly telling her where she should go. This was so unfair, it was like a betrayal.

Lyra’s point of view

Lyra blinked two times, she shook her head slowly and she again blinked a few times. She saw Jeff sitting in front of her. He looked at her worried, did she do something? Lyra looked around, with her eyes and then at her quickly. She remembers telling him her own false made up version about Sombra. He responded with a cheap story with a painter that as cruel as hers.

She then had a small talk with him about Equal rights, after this she has a black hole in her mind. She doesn’t remember a thing, it’s like she fell asleep or something. Maybe she really did fall asleep? But then she would remember falling asleep or a time where she was really tired, and Jeff would have woken her up.

“Jeff”

“Yes?”

“Did I blackout for a second?”

Jeff looked surprised to be asked this question “I think yes, you were like half asleep and half conscious. I begin to wonder if you were alright”

Lyra nodded, weakly but she did. This was weird “That’s weird”

“You seemed to ponder about something, you know, you had your head down and you were concentrated, and God knows what”

Lyra exhaled deeply she didn’t think about anything, or did she? It’s weird, like super weird. She had a déjà vu. Weird, but if it’s the case then why did this happen? Maybe because she has been staying up lately. She didn’t sleep to much and since she got here, she was all slow and at turtle speed. Or even tortoise speed, she wouldn’t be able to even swim.

“Jeff, its been nice talking to you. But I think I need to go home”

Jeff nodded and smiled “Its been nice talking to you to” He said and looked at the door “You will the guards I’m awake?”

Lyra looked at the door, she felt cold while looking at those doors, it was probably also cold outside. But it won’t be as bad as she thinks it can be. The lanterns are glowing, so she won’t trip on anything, these dam roads need fixing, to much dirt is on them lately. In case it will be to dark she has her horn to show her the way.

“I have to”

“Its alright, at least I will have something to do when they’ll know I’m awake, and free”

“And that would be?”

“Surviving”

Lyra chuckled, it wasn’t that bad here in Equestria, but the fact Jeff is free might make them be aggressive towards him. Those spears the have are very dangerous, especially when they use it. From all things they don’t do right, the most awful thing they did was tie him to the bed, with a metal collar pulling his head backwards. It wasn’t to strong, but strong enough for him to not stand up.

But Lyra just realized something “But wait, if you are free I will get the penalty for freeing you!”

This is bad, very bad, she will get into prison in the worst case, ohhh buck! Why?! She needs to tie him to the bed again, or else she really will have to pay at least fifteen thousand bits fee for what she has done. Her scientific immunity doesn’t cover such things! This is bad, if he loses her he will be even stripped out of the possibility to function like a normal foreign citizen.

Jeff just shrugged “And?”

“And? And?! Do you know what kind of punishment awaits me? Something worse than just a normal trial, a noble trail. You do not know the difference of these two”

A noble trial is far worse than a normal one. The Difference is that everything under severe injury of another pony, or mental bullying that could have caused death of the victim. Is sentenced by normal judges that are elected every six years by the people of the village or city, with the mayor. The noble court, is gathered by the officials in Canterlot, that then send a special messenger called the ‘Escrit’ to the nobles asking for attending a court, to be a judge.

You would think that it isn’t that bad, the nobles although some are very just, and are righteous. Often see ponies under them, as less important, the also look at the pony, and where the pony came from. In most cases the sentence ponies with the worst possible punishment if he comes from a rival noble family’s governing territory. If from a friendly family’s governing a region or a piece of land territory, they let some things slip and won’t charge the pony to harshly. If from their own land, then they throw him to prison for life, if the pony destroys their image. However, if not, then he is given a punishment on the level a normal judge can give, often up to five years even for murder.

“Lyra, nothing will happen, I will just sit and do nothing.”

Lyra looked at Jeff, she could let this go, she can’t believe she is going to do this. Maybe in the future he will repay her for her efforts and risking her own life for him. He will be her source of income if Celestia will let her release her books about humans, and also, he will be the reason of her finally meeting with the more important ponies and archeologist, that did write some things about humans, and how mythological they were.

“Fine” She grunted “But you will behave as they want you to”

“I will, don’t worry, I will be so nice to them. They’ll think you made me that way”

“I hope”

Lyra turned back to pack her things back, she hid her notes. She got her things packed and she checked under the bead if she hasn’t left anything. She wouldn’t like to get back and see, these guards harass Jeff. They will, if only Twilight would listen to the ponies of Ponyville and not be constantly on her sick adventures here and there with the rest of the elements, and make did something like a reform, these douchebags have too much authority.

She took her handbag, and she turned to Jeff. He seemed to be sad she goes away, she did really enjoy the talk. Maybe weird, but rather funny. He is alone in this world, he has no one with him other than memories. He had a brother, he won’t have one anymore. In the worst case, he will be stuck here. It has to feel horrible to know there is a chance of him not returning.

“Hey, don’t be so sad”

“I’m not sad, I’m worried actually”

“About what?”

She stood in front of him, she was small compared to him, after all he is tall, most stallions are 1.8 meters he is 1.9. When you get old, you shrink, and the taller stallions bones just hurt, hurt really badly in their elder. Especially in the back, he will have to visit many doctors when he will get old.

“I don’t know how will this play out, for some reason I’m imagining weird scenarios that could possibly happen”

“Like what?”

Jeff smiled and he blushed from embarrassment but he did tell her “Sometimes you had these thoughts, thinking what if this and that happened am I right?

“Well yes” She sat, for the time he will tell his awesome story

“I had a thought like this, that they call me to Canterlot?” Lyra nodded “From there you know, I go to meet your princesses that rule this country, and then bang! Only one is there, because reasons. Since as you said Luna doesn’t like me, she would be the one that is left. There would be a scary moment where I will be really rude to her as she would be to me. It would come to me and her fighting in an epic duel you know”

Lyra couldn’t hold back, this was hilarious, he and princess Luna fight? In an Epic duel? Wow she would have to see this! This would be so funny, he is way smaller than Luna, so he would be avoiding her magic and attacks while he would try to win using the time Luna would have to defeat him. If Jeff would win, she would contribute to put him a statue from metal on some or less of the important alley.

“Don’t laugh, this could be a thing you know” Jeff grunted

“I’m so sorry, but this is just ridiculous”

“I find your lack of faith in me…disturbing” He said

“I have plenty of faith in you, I could even pray to you if you want”

“Better not” Jeff immediately responded

“Of course, oh divine deity” Lyra snickered for the last time

Lyra stopped her laughing, she both with Jeff spared a minute of silence. What for? She or Jeff didn’t know. But while the silence dominated, Jeff fell on his bed. With his hands under his head, Lyra was jealous of this. She wanted to go to bed too. She will do just that.

“Jeff, I need to go”

“Mhmm, don’t invite them with open arms”

“I won’t, they will invite themselves in”

“Back home, for something like this, they could get fired.”

“Here in Equestria, they have more rights than citizens”

Lyra stood up, she took her handbag and she went to the door. She placed her hand on the door handle, she turned back and waved to Jeff, he waved back to her. She turned the door handle, and she opened the door, the light from the hallway blinded her, as the lamps were stronger than the one in Jeff’s room.

Jeff’s point of view

“Here in Equestria, they have more rights than citizens”

‘Who was an idiot and gave them so much privileges?’ Jeff said in his thoughts

Jeff was happy, and he wasn’t happy. He was both unhappy and happy. This is impossible you say. I say for Jeff it is possible. Why? He is almighty, he can be anything he wants to be. He heard Lyra go towards the door, he saw her turn and she waved to him. He put his hand up and waved to her too. Maybe a pony, but she has a nice human oval shaped slim ass.

You can’t say Jeff is perverted or something, what would you do when you knew something is going to come in and point sharp sticks at you for no goddamn reason? Exactly, you would try not to think about, look at anything interesting. Jeff did the same, for his luck or not, his eyes landed on Lyra’s buttocks.

Jeff wasn’t happy when he looked at her ass. Not entirely happy, sure he just looked at it and thought its sweet and all. What else could he think? Jeff quickly looked elsewhere he isn’t that kind of guy. Sometimes it just happens you look at a girls ass. But enough about the ass, the badasses will come in any second now.

Another thing, when he used his divine power on her. He felt bad he has to do it. He thinks she is a good friend he has just meet and he will be for her. Nothing more or less, if he has to, he will order the world to leave her alone because she has untied him. If he has the power to stop something bad, then he will stop it.

This felt unfair and unnecessary to do. He felt normal, nothing did awoken in him, nor did he shine or his body turned to some weird substance. The only thing he felt was the feeling that he is above her, for a time he felt as if he could crush her with any thoughts he wanted. If he saw her thin as paper, then she would be thin as paper if he didn’t control what he wants to happen or not happen.

It’s still matter of training, he can’t lose control over this ability, he needs to master it, he needs to able to do millions things at once, create millions things at once. Every more and more unique and complicated than the previous one. Since he also used his powers on Lyra, he has a new temptation on using on the guards, and maybe go a step further.

This temptation was small and wasn’t strong enough to have something to say in Jeff’s mind. Its voice was covered by the sound of guilt he has used it on Lyra who is the most closest pony to him now, since he has arrived here. Guilt of distrust and guilt of using it, he could make himself not feel that way, but he won’t do it. The best way to understand everyone is to be equal to them.

Lyra opened the door, Jeff has heard it. He could as well make the guards be able to hear everything again. He just has to think of it. Allow them, make them free and not hold them back.

‘You may hear again’ Jeff said in his mind, and he pointed it his will at the guards.

Spike was sleeping, in his bed. A golden bed he might add. His room was organized, from time to time some chaos in his rooms is needed. Too bad Twilight has to force him to keep almost everything perfect. Above spikes head, there was a crystal like tree that held a big gem. Between his bed there were two windows.

Thru these windows spike heard something, he heard metal and something heavy heating each other. Whatever it was it was loud enough for him to hear. Spike grunted and tried to cover his ears with his pillow. But still it didn’t work. He didn’t grow up too much, he had so many adventures with Twilight, and nothing caused him to grow more than three centimeters.

Spike rubbed his eyes. He didn’t want to stand up and check who is doing this much noise but he had no other choice. If this happening near the castle, he needs to check if anyone doesn’t d something bad to the castle. Like break in, or, be just an hooligan, and paint something offensive on the walls. This happened a few times by the traditionalists.

Spike just with as much laziness as he had in him, he threw the sheets away and he let the cold give him some motivation to stand up. From all, from all, he had the worst job, but the best job in Equestria. The best, because he was the assistant of a princess, he could ask for many thinks and hope to get them. While other wouldn’t. The bad thing is he assists Twilight.

The young dragon stood up. He placed his steps carefully, the dark didn’t help him. He had a candlestick next to him somewhere. He just needed to find it. It was just beside him, where can it be…Ahh! Here it was. He picked up the candlestick. He breathed out small flame out, it lit on fire and he had some light, now he could look who is making so much darn noise.

He went to the window, too bad it was high up, he didn’t have the means and strength to stand on tiptoe. He rolled his eyes again, he placed the candlestick on the floor. He went to the chair that was beside his round table. He pushed it towards the left window. When he was done, he picked up the candlestick, and he looked who had the nerves to do so much noise at this hour.

Spike looked out the window, and he didn’t like what he saw, guards, many guards came to Twilight's castle. There were like fifteen of them, pegasi and unicorns. This meant two things, or something has happened, or they need to escort her somewhere. It sounds racist, but earth ponies are the most useless when it comes to protection.

“I have to tell Twilight about this”

He blew the candle so that the light won’t tell the guards he has seen them, or else they will forcefully go inside the palace. They can do it if the situation requires such actions. Normally, they can’t.

Ding Dong!

The ‘situation’ bells rang, it was so loud. Ears hurt like never before. They could even bleed from the amount of noise. Spike ran to Twilight room, she is probably awake by it already. The palace was empty, no staff members were inside only he and she were here. But this didn’t mean it was unprotected, if someone would have broke in, a magical signal would be sent, and the guards would invade the palace in a minute. Flooding it with three hundred, ready to get killed for Twilights safety white coated stallions.

Spike was just before Twilights doors, and he was about to enter, but he remembered the last time she has opened the door without knocking, and he doesn’t want to anger her again. It isn’t worth it. So he knocked first on the door, and he was greeted with a very polite response by Twilight, ordering to wait for as she is almost ready.

“I’m almost ready spike! Go and allow whoever its is to come in!”

“I know who! The guards, they came here for something, it might be about Jeff!” Spike yelled

“What?! Ok spike wait for me”

So spike has waited, and it wasn’t long until Twilight came out of her room, she was dressed in her noble dressing-gown. That had her cutie mark on the back of it, just in case somepony wanted to use it for themselves.

“Alright come”

Ding Dong!

The bells rang again, they were so loud, too loud. What’s worse is that they were heard even outside her palace, and she got many complains by the ponies of Ponyvile that they are too loud. What can you do? It’s not her fault the minister of defense, together with her brother. Made her castle like this, of course under pressure from Cadence and Princess Celestia she had to agree, or else these two wouldn’t leave Celestia and Cadence alone.

They are worse than foals, they need to get what they want or else you can’t sleep at nights. They will be upset because you don’t listen to them, they will call your parents like once Shining did, because she wouldn’t allow more then twenty guards for her diplomatic mission to the griffon Empire, so he had to tell her parents. Who then told her she should take forty five guards!

Twilight opened the big golden doors to her castle with her horn. She instantly regret she stood in front of them as Guards went in with the speed faster than Rainbow Dash’s sonic rainbow. They almost made her trip if not the fact she recovered from the sudden encirclement by them. They all bowed their heads, and saluted.

One of them did a step towards her and again bowed “Princess Twilight, we would like to report that the anomaly, known also as a human. Has just awoken, the guards have everything under control however the doctors would gladly require your assistance in keeping him secure” He bowed his head again.

Book of Fact

11His presence is without blemish, and corruption is so far away that it does not exist2There is no shadow, no evil in the voice, as if he were a father but also a mother3But all this is false, because it is not happiness4This is the way, because this path is part of happiness5Happiness to which he will lead you, because your happiness and love without his path, that is there, is not full.

Author's Note

So, I wanted to make Jeff wanted, wanted in the sense that he would be desired by ponies. He wouldn’t be loved, he would be like a parent, he would be the compliment everyone of us wants to hear. Every one of us wants to be as close as possible the the creator, if there is one. I won’t get further into that topic because I fear I might start and theological warfare down in the comments. But my point is clear.

Jeff and his presence, his existence and the fact he is beside anyone, is the biggest happiness and the most satisfying feeling there is. It's not love to him, it's the effect he causes by ponies being close to him!

Why like this? You’ll see in the future, until that time, see ya and write a comment