Death's Judgement

Mayor mare glanced at the clock, 12:45, it was unlike Spike to be late, especially an hour and forty five minutes late. The drake was often who made sure others where on time, early even. A relic of being his mother's assistant from birth. Mayor Mare reached for her intercom to call her own secretary when the mare in question briskly walked in. The Mayor admired her secretary's assets, professional and otherwise, as the mare spoke.

"Mayor, Spike Sparkle has just been taken to Pony General," The young mare glanced at her notes before continuing,her nose scrunching up adorably, "He is in room 35e and is currently in the care of Dr. Suture M.D, Nurse Redheart attending. A Ms. Rarity Belle brought him in and has not left his bedside. He was found collapsed seemingly from exhaustion in his train car, where he was returning from Canterlot. It is unkown and uncertain if Ms. Belle was the one that found him originally only that she was the one that notified emergency servicies He is in stable condition and they are keeping him sedated to enforce bed rest. It appears he hasn't slept since his mother's.... passing."

The Mayor watched as her secretary checked her notes for anything she missed. Her name was Anne Mous and in day and a half she had been on the Mayor's staff she had organizied the entire office and fixed problems from Mayor Mare's first term in office. She was intelligent, resourceful and Mare found herself admiring the way the current situation had her flushed and out of breath. The Mayor admired the Mare before her before interjecting

"Is that all the Info we have?"

"It is. I am sorry I couldn't get it to you sooner, I just got the call now when Princess Luna realized that Spike had never sent a message that he had arrived and started tracking him down. We were notified as an afterthought. Not that I blame anypony, concern for Mr. Sparkle's health must be accounted for first of course."

"Perfectly understandable, Ms Mous, Please notify Ms. Belle that we await Spike's awakening and recovery, as well that we will perform the proceedings on the will at his earliest convenience as well as the best place for his recovery. Spike is a credit to his Mother, even after everything that Drake has gone though he still seeks to put other before himself. I honestly, don't envy him when he wakes up though Rarity is going to let him have it."

"Yes, Ms Mayor." Nodding Ms. Mous exited the office, giving the Mayor a full view of the bounce of a particular asset of the young mare.

"Not dead Yet" the Mayor said to herself after her curvy secretary left. "Damn body like that, and she's highly competent, damn, a wonder noponies tapping that." Mare shook her head. She was to old for a fling, but she couldn't deny her interest. After all, the perfect package rarely came along everyday.

"You should pay more attention to your surroundings then some pretty distraction" A deep voice uttered as a long fingered hand closed over her mouth. She tensed as she felt something sharp against the back of her neck. Her eyes widened, how had he gotten in? There was only one door and her secretary had left through it.

"You stand accused of the crime of regicide, Mayor Augustus Mare. Of the Conspiracy to murder one Princess Twilight Sparkle. How doth though plead?"

The long fingered hand withdrew and the Mayor opened her mouth to shout for help but instead heard her own voice say,"Guilty."

Her mind began to cloud as more words came forth, "I was involved because of my superior knowledge of Ponyville and because I knew all the Guard assignments. I knew the ones she would never hurt. I was able to get the weapons in and out of Ponyville and had the required contacts to connect all the dots without raising suspicion." She screamed internally, she was incapable of stopping from spilling her greatest shame. The shame that she had gone along with the murder. It had been necessary. Twilight had brought to much trouble to town. To much danger. She had drawn a target on Mayor mare's town and that she could not tolerate.

"Excellent Justifications, Mayor Mare. But I have all that I need to pronounce sentence. I find thee Guilty of planning the Regicide and the Murder of Princess Twilight Sparkle. I find thee guilty of taking away a friend, a mother, a daughter, a mentor, a student and a leader. I also further find thee guilty of using her trust of those guards against her, of allowing another to turn them into a weapon to be used against the very one they were supposed to protect. But you are are not solely responsible, so I sentence thee to the slumber of oubliette, where living darkness and the mind's imprisonment shall seal thee, and show thee the torment of the dead. May Others have mercy upon thee for thy penance is only beginning.'

Mayor mare tried to scream as Green mist poured into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she knew not the outside world anymore. The mists and shadows covered her and swept her from the knowledge of the world. As the mists and shadows cleared, Onyx Nightshade leaned back upon the desk chair . He rested his hands on the back of his head and uttered.

"So that;s how it is. Seems My work is not over." Onyx stood and walked out into the world, unseen and unknown. Inside the office all that was left as evidence was some papers that bore a strange dampness and some green stains where the mist had lingered too long on the carpet. But soon this would disappear, leaving no indication of the Mayor's sentencing or whereabouts. Soon all would be quiet, all would pass, and all would be set right again.