*Ed*

I was scared. I was walking in the center of the six pony girls, and every time we passed a guard, the guards would glare daggers into me and grip their weapons tighter. One wrong move on my part, and there was little doubt in my mind that they would beat the hell out of me and leave me to die in agony.

For fucks sake, I just wanted to run and get out of this nightmare. So I kept pace with my only safeguards, the girls, anxiously. My eyes darted back and forth, watching for an attack, and I kept running my hands.

Thankfully, the journey didn't involve any beatings or attacks. We arrived safely at a pair of decorated doors, which Twilight opened, and told us to wait outside until she called us in. It took all of five minutes for her to wave us in. Inside was the room that I had fallen in on my second escape attempt.

Inside were the same ponies. The killer white one, the stubborn Luna, and that guard who was always in the way. Needless to say, I was terrified. My eyes locked onto the white one, and I refused to move. My heart was racing, my breaths quick and heaving, and I was sweating enough to drown someone.

"It's ok, Ed. No one here is going to hurt you." The yellow one said with a soothing, reassuring tone.

I didn't respond, but took a shaky step forwards, like a man taking his first step on his own after physical therapy. I took a seat at the table as far away from them as possible. The two sisters wore no expression on their faces like a mask, but the guard was staring daggers into my skull.

The white one spoke, "Alright, Twilight, what is it that needed to be shared that requires him to be present?"

"This." Twilight pulled out a yellow crystal, and with her magic, 'activated' it. I wasn't expecting the light show, but I refused to leave my seat. The crystal was apparently a hologram of sorts, showing what had happened in the room with absolute perfection. The princesses and guard saw my condition, as well as my body exploding from the spell, and the conversation afterwards.

When the hologram ended, the princesses looked revolted, and the guard was in open shock.

Finally, the white one spoke up, "How many times have you... died, here?"

I counted in my head, then spoke aloud, "When I first got here, again when 'the Joker' started torturing me, though I killed myself to heal, when I first met you two and you hit me with that spell," I pointed at the white one and the guard, "and lastly, when Twilight tried a spell. Seriously, what's with you ponies and painful murder spells?"

Each time I counted off a point where I died, they wilted. But when I asked that question, they visibly flinched.

Luna replied, "They were healing spells. Apparently, they don't work on you."

Celestia cleared her throat, "As much as I would love to believe that Applejack is correct in her assessment, I am unwilling to risk that there is still an invasion coming. I'm sorry, but if you wish to be released, and receive compensation, then I need to perform another mind reading of you."

I scowled at her, "No. You won't be doing that. EVER. Again to me. Does she know how to do it?" I asked, pointing at Luna.

"Yes, but why won't you let me? I promise that I won't hurt you again, and it'll be quick."

"Because I don't trust you." I stated with venom, "To humans, the mind is sacred. It is the one thing that we can never lose, and is always private. We only ever share what we think to loved ones, and those we trust. What you did was ,in a sense, a grievous assault on the most valuable thing to mankind. You did not ask, you forced yourself into my sanctuary, and forced me to remember things so you could see what you wanted to. There's a word my kind has for this, and it's called 'mind- raping'." Everyone around the table recoiled. "Yes, it is that bad to earn that title. Luna may have invaded my dreams, but she helped me, then she asked for information. Granted, information you already had, but that is neither here nor there. The point is, she helped me, and when I asked her to, she left. If I didn't ask her too, she would passively watch me. I trust her to not to force me into anything, and to back out of it if I chose to. That is why."

With my monologue finished, I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms. The white one looked badly hurt and on the verge of crying, while everyone else looked somber and thoughtful.

"Very well, with your permission, I wish to examine your memories." Luna asked.

"Let's get this over with."

Her horn glowed in a dark blue aura, and the spell impacted against my head.

I was in my mind, if I were to guess. Luna floating beside me. I showed her, willingly, my memories from where the white one had left off. I showed her my military graduation, and how proud my parents were, I showed her my deployments, what I had to do. I showed her what I did when I was home, hunting and doing work to keep me busy. I even explained things or loaned knowledge of things that she didn't understand. I finally came to the point where I discovered I was an Ajin, and all that had happened after that. I showed her what happened when I had been turned in, how I had suffered. I showed her how I was freed, and what happened when I came back to my wife.

Lastly, I showed her what happened when I showed up here. I opened up my physical memories into her mind so she could feel what I felt, and together, we shuddered and screamed in pain that passed by as quick as I let the memory pass. I showed her this, all the way up to where she entered my mind.

I opened my eyes suddenly, realizing that I was no longer in my mind. The ponies around me looked frightened, and touching my hand to the underside of my nose, I thought I knew why. I had been bleeding out my nose heavily. I snorted some back in, and wiped my face with my arm.

"Satisfied?" I asked darkly.

Luna, looking shaken, nodded, "I am. Sister, there is no invasion. Discord has lied to us. It is time to confront him."

An hour later

We stood in front of a stone statue depicting an obomination of nature. The creature was made from a combination of many others, and somehow, his stone set smug made me cringe. I didn't know why.

"Alright, the chaos magic inhibitor and retardants are in place. Time to bring him out." Celestia, as I now knew her name, said.

The girls activated their elements, and a show of lights shot out from them into the statue, releasing the monster within.

Released from stone, the monster groaned as it stretched. Looking at us, finally, he smiled sinisterly.

"Ah, so you've finally come to the end of the game. I must say, I was fully expecting you to deny his memories as a fallacy. Congratulations, you've proven me wrong, and beat my trump card."

Trump card? I was just part of his scheme? I scowled at him, "So that's why you took me from Earth? Because I was just a tool?"

"Oh yes. I was hoping that you'd stir up some chaos for me, or that my threat would cause some. But you all proved me wrong. Instead of losing their minds, the ponies simply organized in ways I couldn't fathom as possible, and you resisted fighting even after that pony whipped you and the other scratched you. So much so that I had to use what little power I still had to form an avatar to try to, let's say, persuade you to do what I wanted. I must say, that Joker character was fun to play as!"

"So you admit it? You ponynapped him, and tortured him? Just so you could fight us?" Twilight asked accusingly.

"Yes yes, I did. So let's get on with the show, shall we? Blast me to stone, I'm ready." He posed, arms folded, making a devilish smile with closed eyes and looking away.

I brought out my knife, and walked up to him, "I've got a better idea." I plunged my knife into his heart, elliciting a gasp from the ponies and Discord, "You die so you can't do this ever again." And pulled my knife downwards, tearing a massive gash into his serpentine body, and forcing him to his knees.

"You're a horrible, twisted person who's caused so much pain and misery, and can only think of it as a game instead of trying to make up for your crimes. And that's just to the ponies. They're too soft to do what must be done to someone like you. With no magic, you're going to die. Right here, right now. What you must realize, is that you did this to yourself. You brought me here, and you are the one who made them hate me, and ultimately, killed me through your actions."

Discord stared at me, clutching his guts that had started to hang out of him. Slowly, the life in his eyes started to dim and gloss over. Finally, he stopped breathing. I cleaned my knife on my pants, and turned away from his body, stalking off away from the ponies, who still stared at the dead body of a mad god.

*Non-Cannon addition thanks to 001101598730*

My rage was built. Discord thought he could do what he had done, and get away with it? No. This was going to end.

"I've got a better idea." I drew my knife, and drove it to where I thought his heart would be. You're going to die, so nothing like this can happen again. You sick, twisted, and all the shit you do, you think is a game. The ponies, they're too soft, forgiving of this. They can't do what must be done."

Discord weakly gasped for air, and weaker still tried to move the knife. "Please, don't kill me. I'm sorry." I moved the knife, back and forth, earning a cry of pain, "Sorry? You want mercy? No. there is no backing out, no escape from your punishment. Through you, I've died several times. I asked for mercy, and you continued without a care. That's murder. And a death sentence follows. You brought me here, you made them hate me, made me, hate them for while. With no magic to back you up, you're just like everyone else. You aren't special, you get no special treatment, and you're going to die here. You dug your grave, now lay in it with some dignity."

With that, I pulled down, ripping open his hide for all to see. Discord could no longer stand, and he fell onto his back. I drew out my pistol, and aimed it at his head, "Say hello to the Devil, 'cause your going to Hell." And I pulled the trigger, splattering his brains across the grass and dirt. I holstered my gun, and walked away from the horrified ponies, who were staring at the lifeless corpse of a mad god.

Author's Note

I've been thinking of making a sequel to this revolving around Ed's life afterwords, but If like to hear your opinions on this.