Author's Note

Holy Crap this is long. This gets really dark in places so be forewarned. I'm going to go to bed right now and I want to be sure this goes up tonight. So, I have given it a once over and will edit this more thoroughly later, for now it is being submitted. Please Comment and tell me what you think.

A Moment with his Client

The King on the Iron throne, Onyx Nightshade, and The Queen of The Changelings, Chrysalis stood close to one another, their hands held as if about to start a dance.

"Alright, let us try this once more," Onyx said.

Stepping forward, he took Chrysalis's hand in his, channeling energy, he reached for her mind, asking her to join with him. In turn, Chrysalis extended her own thoughts, answering his call. Invisible energy humming in the air, a static charge causing goosebumps along both participants skin, gathering until collapse as, once again, the energy grounded out instead of forming the telepathic gestalt.

"What am I doing wrong?" Chrysalis pleaded, "We need to get this right but every time I reach for you, I can't sync the bond."

"Maybe it's not you." Came the reply, Onyx's eyes were shadows, his brow lined with thought. If this did not get solved things would get complicated quick.

"Oh, no! Don't give me that it's not you it's me crap! Whenever someone says that it's YOU!" Chrysalis turned and leaned in the doorway of the room Onyx had taken her to. Strange runes, etched into the stone ran in lines throughout, forming circles and other geometric shapes.

She heard Onyx chuckle. The slim tall Stallion walked over to the Changeling queen, placing his hand on her shoulder he gently turned her to him. Pulling her close he wrapped his arms around her and held her. Kissing the top of her head he explained.

"I know your entire life, but you know very little of mine. You've had the highlights. I've not given you the opportunity to know it all." Withdrawing back he faced her with a stern look, "That ends now. Come, I know what we must do."

Gesturing with his hand, the doorframe became etched in runes Chrysalis was well familiar with. She watched as he masterfully crafted each rune purely from memory, she shivered as he spoke the word of opening, his baritone carrying the power of a King. The Door swung open, no longer into the hallway, but into the Leaden Path edged with Iron. Still holding herself against him, they stepped, as one, into the Underworld.

The mists of the realm of the dead swirled around them, never quite breaching the path. Swirling amorphous shapes drifted within the emptiness, half heard sentences snickering through the moras. Onyx looked out into the void and began a Heartsong. Of his own volition he sang, pouring all he had to say to this one held tightly in his arms.

The Things Inside Of Me
I Didn't Let You See
They Stay Caged
But They Need To Come Out

She saw an underground tomb, a place for the dead. Yet, inside horrid things that had not the decency to stay dead slumbered through the day. Striding to the locked entryway, at the head of a column of prisoners strode her Onyx. But this was not her Onyx, this was who he had been. This was him newly ascended the throne, this was Ettiene Navar. Ettiene turned to those haggard prisoners, pronouncing his judgement.

"You of the Corvino, branch family of the Navar, have tainted yourselves with Necromancy and Vampirism. You conspired to force the love of my life to flee her home, making it so that I can never again meet her in this life. You attempted to convert me into a blood slave under the control of you Vampire Elders. You stand traitors to the Navar and all that we stand for. Thus my judgement is clear." Turning to the nearest guard he ordered, "Open the tomb and let them join the ones that slumber during the day. Seal the tomb forever more when you are done. Let the Corvino see what the ones that promised them power do when their hunger gets the better of them."

The Guard blanched, taking a step back, but Ettiene would not be denied, "Place them inside, and seal them in or join them."

Into the tomb the Corvino went, men and women. But the horror was not done. Turned to those Navar not of royal stock he said, "Now, go and find all of those of the Corvino blood that are but infants, for they too may be tainted. Into the fire they must go. Lest we all be loss. All of you allowed this to happen, allowed the Corvino to become corrupt. You Courtesan Navar were to busy pursuing your drug addled dreams and paid no attention to your duties. So now the blood of the Corvino are upon the hands of all Navar, never to have our hands cleansed."

Don't Turn Away From Me
These Things Inside Of Me
I Touch The Rage and I Can't Contain It

The One Chrysalis knew as Lady Midnight sat next to Ettiene as he sweated upon a bed, chained he was. Thrashing and cursing, begging for just one drop of Vitae. Ettiene, himself had become a blood addict. Using the Blood of Vampires to empower himself so that he might protect others. In the end, Lady Midnight had come and had him chained to his bed, forcing him to undergo a complete detox, cold turkey. She sat next to her Lord and wiped his brow with a cloth, attending to his toiletries as he could not be trusted to be free. She sat until it was over, reading to him the Book of Lore, so that he might remember that even the King was not beyond answering for the consequences of his actions.

Those Slashes On My Arms
My Friends Start To Fall
It All Awakes And I Feel So Twisted
Hidden Inside My Head
In My Soul
Cries The Dead
Please Won't You Come and Help Me End This
Make This End

Again Chrysalis looked, grasping tighter to the man next to her. The duty of the ruler was to commit those sins that let their people thrive. She herself knew the guilt that a Queen carried. She had made decisions that had almost doomed her race. She saw more, Ettiene, casting out Lady Midnight. Them both saying such awful words to each other. She watched as the pale thin woman went out into the world, having lost everything. Saw Lady Midnight get trapped within something horrid. Not able to have the man of her choosing she punished herself for losing her one. Thus when Ettiene found her, it was in an alleyway attending to one of lesser value. Incensed, he crippled the one that would dare to defile her, then handed what was left over to true monsters, beings of darkness and terror. Beings that owed him favors and where quite fond of Lady Midnight. Beings that promised the defilers screams would last at least a month. Taking her to him he asked her, "Why?"

"Because He never would've left me." Was her reply to him.

It's Just Beneath The Skin
This Struggle I Can't Win
I Must Confess I'm Only A Monster
I Hate All I've Done
My Nightmare's Never Done
I Will Confess I'm Only A Monster
I, I, Am Such A Monster
I, I, Am Only A Monster

After her answer he held her a moment, then looked into her eyes, "Follow Me." He said

"Where?"

"To our home."

Almost dragging her through the dirty, foul, dark streets of that city, until they came to a building, as foul and diseased as any others. Pulling her through the door and up to his room, the two of them passed into his small apartment. Pulling her close as the doors shut behind them, he said for all that were watching,

"This is how one treats a Lady,'

Then he leaned in and kissed her as she should always have been kissed, his only apology and his only attempt to say the words that should've been said years ago, but now could never be said. The doors closed and those that spied could see no more. The message, however was understood. Lady Midnight belonged to the King On The Iron Throne, and he to her. It would be the first and last time they ever made love.

These Secrets That I've Kept
They Just Poison Me
They're Contained
But I Might Just Lose It
Cause When They Come Out
They Shatter All
Tear Me Down
Please Can You Save Me From This
Make This End

Mortally wounded, Lady Midnight was carried out of that place of terror and horror by her king. Her blood stained his chest and he cared not. Neither one said a word, words left unspoken were left unspoken. No effort was made to ease the suffering of the other. He carried her and she was carried by him, nothing more. Sometime in that walk she died, and he carried her into the secret path's of her people, for she was a Lady of the Slaugh, and thus deserved a royal burial. He brought her to their secret place, laying her down, surrounded by her brethren, Ettiene, using his bare hands and whatever he had on him, tore up the wooden floor, then chipped his way through concrete, until an acceptable grave was dug. None moved to help or hinder him, and when it was done, he alone placed her body inside. Arising out of the hole, bleeding and dirty, he was set upon by her people. They had been driven mad with grief, and blamed him for the loss of one if them that was most beloved. Exiling him from that place they abandoned him within that city, deep among his enemies, nevermore to be near her again.

It's all so deep within
Not Just Beneath My Skin
I reach out and My Heart Beats Faster
I Want This All Just Gone
No Nightmares Over, Done

Walking towards those he could still call allies, Ettiene was dead inside. The very monsters that would ordinarily strike at him, wilted back. They recognized that he had nothing left to lose. His family was shattered, His Lady Midnight gone, even his burning rage, that had kept him warm amidst the coldest darkness was nonexistent. He stalked forward, knowing that for him, tomorrow either did not exist or would never end. All those that preyed on others stood aside to let Ettiene pass. Even his allies stood aside, their questions left unanswered. Upon gaining the solitude he desired, he did not scream, he did not cry, he did not grieve. He cleared a table of all things, then removed all those tools and weapons he still had on his person. Lining them precisely on that grey table. Every item in its place and a place for every item. After removing all of his tools and weapons, he proceeded to calmly strip himself of all of his armor. This time hanging those things upon the appropriate rack. He continued this until he was all but naked. Turning to it all, he began to clean and restock those items depleted, replacing them within the correct spot on his armor. When he was done, he was ready.

I Must Confess I Always Needed My Monster
You See Me Deep Within
You're Underneath My Skin
I Must Confess Can You Be With This My Monster
Please, Please, Don't Leave This Monster
Please, Please, Don't Leave This Monster

He went from dark place to dark place. Every evil deal he had ever turned down, he took. Ettiene, in vengeance for Lady Midnight gathered enough power to destroy equestria several times over. He called all the dark things and pointed them at that which took what was most precious from him. He bound spirits of earth and air, became a blood addict again, took into himself pieces of the unhallowed dead, so that he could use their powers, made deals with dark spirits of corruption and murder.

I Hid From The Dark
It Ripped Me Apart
No Second Chance For Me
It Took My Soul
It Took My Heart
Nobody Heard Me Scream
Please Don't Turn From Me
I know It's Inside Of You To Stop My Monster

The Assault on that place was bloody, death on a scale never before seen. All that was dark converged on that place. And at the center, in the thick of all the violence and death was Ettiene. He gave no mercy nor asked for none. As he passed none survived, the very walls bleeding in lament that one such as him walked the world. There was no heaven for Ettiene Naver walked the world, thus God had forsaken all.

This Comes From Deep Within
It's Underneath My Skin
I Must Profess, I Never Beat My Monster
I Chose What I Became
Now That It's Done

Together We Can Beat My Monster
Please Hold Me Deep Within
Your Heart Will Always Win
Please Help Me Beat My Monster

Soon he stood before the one that had taken it all from him, surrounded by not just the evil of that place, but the evil he had brought to that place. The Thing before him spoke, it voice unnatural and pained.

"I am the God Here, I Control All, Where Do You Think You Are?!"

Ettiene smiled. It was then she saw her Onyx as he answered. "I'm standing at ground zero, Ivzohv!."

At His command all the Spirits that Onyx had bound broke free of their bindings and began to take their aggravations and rage out on all of those around them, as they made their way to Onyx, so that he could know their displeasure as well. Again the smile and again she saw her Onyx as his next words where simple. "Dominus Mortus, Get me to someplace safe, that I might heal and recover."

You, Never Lose Control
You're Indomitable
You Can Beat My Monster
You, You Beat My Monster

The Oldest of the Dead, the one being that both consider Ettiene a friend and still owed him a favor, pulled him through the barrier between worlds, dragging him down to the bottom of creation, were he endured torture in order to heal what he had done to himself. He was placed somewhere he couldn't escape so that he would be safe. In the end he even gave up his name so that he and others could heal. He stayed at the Nadir of creation, content to end his days as the universe burned around him, but then he had been called to Equestria. To bring the Judgement of the Dead, blessed be. Chrysalis hugged him tight, no longer a Queen and a King, just a stallion and a mare. In that instant, the Telepathic Gestalt happened, and the two most damaged beings in two universes went out into Canterlot Castle, taking hold of all the minds the encountered as they did so.