Common ponies had discovered her true identity, sure. But so what? Luna and Celestia were gone, and that fact wouldn't change. Chrysalis was on the throne, and anypony that wanted to stop her was dead or gone. Who knew who was real? She still received love, whether it was given willingly or not.
Although, she had to admit, it was rather irritating to see ponies coming in to try and stand up, only to cower for a few seconds. She'd had enough. She had decided that night that perhaps, if she showed them what happened to those who truly fought... If only she could show off who was above her throne, powerless. No. She couldn't.
The solution would have to be a public display. Something in front of everypony. Perhaps something directed toward an influencer. A pony who, in Canterlot, had the power to sway public opinion, being bested by her. Frightened. Destroyed, even.
The flame crackled violently, the mansion was dark. Whatever Servants Fancy Pants had were replaced by changelings. Chrysalis, disguised as Fleur Dis Lee. At least, she was, until right about then. He practically jumped out of his coat, with thwe realization that his new ruler was in the place of his lover.
"What! Where did you come from- scratch that- where is Fleur? Why are you here? I've no love to give you! If I did, well, I certainly won't make it easy at the least! What did you DO to-" Chrysalis shut his mouth with her magic.
"Yes, Fleur Dis Lee.... I remember her. She fought my Changelings the few times we targeted you for control. After all, if not a princess, why not a socialite? Thank goodness, I was able to take the princesses place, after all. Much more worthy of an endeavor, I tell you."
"You still haven't answered me-" Fancy stamped a hoof. "Where IS she?"
Chrysalis closed her eyes, as if bathing in the love that'd die, as she absorbed what was left of it. "Miss Fleur Dis Lee didn't seem afraid. It was absolutely lovely, you know. I can see why ponies made her a supermodel. Even weeping, and gasping, she was picture perfect."
"As the noose tightened, it was almost as if she wasn't thinking of herself. Really loved you, you know? As for the child inside her, though.... It didn't seem to care." She turned toward him, searching his expression, and grinning at the reaction. How would he have known if Fleur herself hadn't?
"For Celestia's sake, have you no mercy!?" He cried out, his back legs giving way.
Chrysalis snapped toward him. "Death is all the mercy you deserve. All the mercy a traitor like HER deserved. Think about it, Fancy. Why would I be here if I only came to give you news? I am merciful by giving them death. Your son won't have to live without a father! Is this not mercy?!" She loomed over him.
Fancy couldn't seem to bear looking at her. "I suppose true mercy would be giving you a chance to say goodbye." Chrysalis pretended to muse, before transforming back into Fleur, approaching him, and embracing him. "After all, I can't kill you without getting what I can, hm?"
Hatred and despair practically radiated from him. But deep within, to her intrigue, so did love. Not love for her, of course, but it was as if he turned to denial, and accepted her as who he loved, in a desperate attempt to retain what little sanity he had. "Love is for the weak. It's not to have, nor is it to hold. To love is to die, Fancy Pants. And you are dead. A ghost in your own home. Accept reality as is. The reign of the princess is over, and you are a loveless, childless father."
"You have a chance to make this right, though."
"Tell me it was fast. Painless. Tell me she didn't suffer, at the very least. Please." His voice cracked.
She ignored the plea. "Now make your peace with Celestia. Fleur is waiting for you." She rolled her eyes, as he began to practically spill with apologies to anypony she had replaced, the princesses, the elements, Fleur- as if he had personally wronged them. She strode forward, and lifted him off the ground, back onto his hooves. "She's waiting for you."
She absorbed what love he had left, leaving him exhausted and drained, emotionally and physically. Perhaps death at that moment was the most merciful action.... But why would she kill him if he was meant to be an example? She needed to give the cruelest ending, and broadcast it to the nation. And so, Chrysalis walked away.
Chrysalis shamelessly walked past many a pony, each of which had heard of what she had done. Moons of this. Moons of leadership, and feeding. It was wonderful, for her. Even better, nopony bothered her about her leadership anymore. They had never faced a tyrant, and those soft THINGS never would.
Chrysalis sat in the Canterlot throne room, melting any stained glass, in relation to Cadance. She then stretched, almost like a cat, before closing her eyes, for some perceived well-deserved rest....
But then her eyes were open.
She saw a young changeling, with shimmering wings, welding a piece of her throne toward her face, like a dagger. Then it swung down, and everything she saw slowed, diving into eternal darkness.
Starlight, Trixie, and Discord had been defeated. However, Thorax had escaped. It was impossible to see what was happening, but all he had to do was pretend to be a soldier. He saw common ponies, rising to the occasion, and he had naively believed that maybe everything would be okay.
He had been sadly, and sorely mistaken. Chrysalis had murdered ponies. He had never experienced, nor heard of such a barbaric crime, in his entire short life. But he had, within the span of a day, watched a malevolent ruler turn into a bloodthirsty tyrant. And Thorax knew he had to take action. Even alone.
He succeeded. Everypony trapped in her throne room was freed, and the changeling kingdom continued life as usual, now wasting away without their leader and mother.
As for what happened to Fancy Pants.... It would be a mercy not to say.
Author's Note
I wanted angst, and there is no other reason for this to exist.
