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Chapter 7: Mission 3: Dodging A Bullet: Part 1

Thunder, that was the noise that could be heard, the dreaded rumble of thunder that boomed across the landscape, despite there being no clouds in the sky.

In truth this thunder was the terrifying sound of the Mindless Army as it marched to the next target, Dodge Junction, the force was composed of three groups, each carrying an immense weight on their backs.

In the back, a massive load of pre-raised Forgotten packed into a large crate, ready to be released where the next dungeon will be built.

In the front, the Hand of Terror, unable to channel the Corrupting Evil’s magic to fly when outside of a dungeon, was instead tasked with pointing the way for the Undead Horde.

And in the centre was the newest device in the Corrupting Evil’s possession, the port-a-throne, a fiendish structure that took years of research and planning to…

*stifled laughter*

...Okay, I’m not gonna be able to finish this with a straight face! The truth is The Impatient Evil didn’t bother making an elaborate plan, he simply made a second throne and told a bunch of the skeletons to carry it in hopes that it would allow him to manifest away from a dungeon.

Thankfully this haphazard plan bore fruit and The On-The-Road Evil was able to continue communing with Shining Armor and Cadence, who wished only to learn more of the Absolute Evil’s story.

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As I had mentioned before, the Ultimate Evil was the first to awaken.

Like I am now, he was only a third of the Absolute Evil, a spectre bound to a throne, only able to influence his dungeon through a Hand of Evil, and even then he was worse off than when I awoke, only having Little Snots to dig around and the brutish and dumb Orcs to fight the giant spiders swarming the neighbouring tunnels.

It would only be down his journey to regain power that he would reunite with the shifty Goblins, the mystical Naga and the enormous Trolls to create the full disgusting mass of ramshackle warriors that were known as the Horde.

‘You make it sound like you don’t care for them, why is that?’ Shining asked.

Well for one, when I get the Horde onto my side I’m not happy that I’ll have to repeatedly tell them not to eat you or any other unicorn they come across.

‘They… they eat-’

Yes, and what’s worse is that the old me didn’t care that they had developed a taste for what they referred to as ‘Horse Salami’ (*silent terror and gagging*) NOT! On the Throne… and to be fair the unicorns I encountered were nothing like the ones I’ve currently met… and were very hateable.

‘What were they like?’

That, Cadence, is a good question. They were very… bright. Colourful little abominations that saw no reason to care about the suffering of other races so long as nature was untouched, anything that came as a threat to them they’d proceed to charm with their magic until they were mindless love slaves. (*more gagging*) I SAID NOT ON THE THRONE! But yes that is a sound reaction… from what I’ve heard from the ponies, Shining seems to have been in the same situation.

Either way, on this quest The Ultimate Evil would learn that the heroes of The Empire that had trapped him still walked the world of the living, rife with anger, he would proceed to trample them all under a tide of axes, leather boots and bad breath in vengeance.

Though mid-way through his warpath, he learnt of another threat to his ‘sole dominion’, the Demons had returned to the world once more, but instead of bending to his will, they fought him. It wouldn’t become apparent until later, but it was because another aspect of the Absolute Evil was in control.

The Chaotic Evil.

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“But wait,” Cadence Asked. “There’s the Ultimate and Chaotic Evils, Horde and Demons… but what about you?”

“That, dear Cadenza, shall be a story for next time.”

Indeed it was, as now they were on the final stretch towards Dodge Junction, they needed to plan for the most difficult conquest yet.

Because as was stated before, Cloudsdale was a moving city, requiring this constant locomotion in order for the Weather Factory to distribute Artificial Meteorology Phenomenons (or weather) to all of Equestria, and in this circumstance it was currently looming over Dodge Junction.

The Vertically-Challenged Evil needed a way to reach up to the city, since it would most likely move towards Appleloosa to resupply soon, and if it reached the sticking-out-like-a-sore-thumb evil’s previous conquest, it would not be long before Pegasi messengers would fly to inform the Princesses. What the sneaky evil needed, was a surprise ambush, he needed to ensure that word never got to Canterlot about The Corrupting Evil’s path of destruction, and the best way for that was to use Dodge Junction as a staging ground for that attack, and fast before Cloudsdale spots the quite obvious mass of undead.

The plan was already in motion once the Dungeon was established, the Undead Hordes hiding underground as the more stealth-inclined ghosts of Banshees and Frights drifted into the city to establish a hold on the town while incapacitating the defenses.

In the meantime, The Inevitably-Going-Public Evil set about for a contingency, now that he could no longer keep himself hidden from Celestia, he set about creating something many displaced before him had done, he began to create a Token.

Ah, but dear readers, it is not just any token, The Necromantic Evil set about carefully crafting himself something unique.

First he raised a new Forgotten, then using his vast gold reserves, proceeded to gild every bone of the little worker. Next The Bling-Respecting Evil inserted emeralds in its eye-sockets, and replaced the shovel with tunneling claws, also gilded in silver to contrast the gold. Thirdly, the headstone tied to its back replaced with an actual backpack filled with treasure for its journey. Finally, and most importantly, the Forgotten was then blasted by The Corrupting Evil’s Dark magic until the bright green flame burning from its skull became a sinister black, giving the once weak worker not only the power to pierce into the void, but also a voice of its own.

This Forgotten was now a Token Worker, that had affectionately named itself: Marrow.

“Marrow! Reporting for Duty, Corrupting Evil!” It said in a chipper voice, saluting its master.

“Go out into the void and allow yourself to be the Token to the Multiverse, when the displaced that exist on those worlds call for me you may build a Dungeon to allow my presence manifest on their plain… tell them that if they are good we will assist them, but those that are evil will only gain my Ire.”

Oh? And why’s that, hmm?

“Just because I’m an evil with a more idealistic mindset doesn’t mean those on other worlds will be the same, as I’ve said before I don’t have the same thoughts around evil that people would expect, and I don’t want to help those who would enjoy tormenting or slaughtering ponykind, that means my only option is that I assist those that are good, besides, once I take over this Equestria and establish myself as their dark god I’m gonna be considered ‘good’ anyway so it’s not really that much of a shift.”

...okay you got me there, as long as you’re sticking with your guns it’s not exactly a big deal.

“There we go! Now go, Void Worker Marrow! Spread my name throughout the void.”

Void Worker Marrow saluted and then began his quest, digging himself through the fabric of reality into the interdimensional expanse itself to be copied and spread across all of the Multiverse.

The All-Bases-Covered Evil laid back, finding everything was beginning to work his way.

...then he heard Cloudsdale sound the alarm.