Distress: Solicitude

Head throbbed in her head. She headed straight to her bed and pulled out a locket and opened it. When looking at that, she noticed the pony that she knew. It was a yellow pony with purple sparkle hair with a pink tail. She looked near her flank and it didn’t have a cutie mark. Ophelia started to close her eyes and took a picture of her.

“Who was that pony I just saw in the picture. Something wasn’t right.” Coughed out blood. “I’m so sick.” She heard a voice.

“Take the power it’s in your grasp.”

“Hello who’s there.”

“It is I the Tantabus.”

“The curse ponies. I thought that was just stories so parents can have their child close to them when sleeping.”

“Hahahahaha… that’s ancient times now.”

Ophelia opened her eyes. “What.”

The Tantabus opened her mouth wide with razor sharp teeth. She turned left in a narrow hallway. She ran and pulled objects on the floor. She kept running and tried the door on the left. It was locked. She went to the right and it was also locked then she went to the middle and it opened and went through. The door slammed shut. She turned her head to the right then back forward.

“The only way you can win if you were to take ponies' souls.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

Ophelia started to start losing a hoof.

“Or else you’ll fade away. Hahahahaaa…”

“I see… I guess this is how it must be.”

Tantubus opened its mouth with teeth sharp, “hehehee...”

A pony walked towards her.

“Aria?” Ophelia opened her eyes wide, her pupils shorted, and her mouth dropped.

Aria screamed, black covered her whole body, grew dragon wings and a beak, gained seven hoofs, two more eyeballs, and grew a cock that was big. Ophelia still saw she still had a vaginal part of the body.

“A trans?” Cast a spell that she did. A soul of a flame sword from Ophelia's body. She then squinted at the monster of Aria. Doesn’t know if she wanted to save her. She then swung the sword near Aria cock. It dropped super heavy making a clunk sound. Ophelia’s eyes got dark as it absorbed the soul of Aria into the sword.

“Why did it have to be like this.” She looked down to the floor with water coming out of her eyes. It ran deeply and poured to the floor.

She shut her eyes and knew what she must do. Slaughter every pony in the darkness and take the toll of their soul.

Many rooms suffered from Ophelia's horror burning sword. A dog-like monster opened its mouth wide but wasn’t fast enough for Ophelia using the flaming magic sword and used physical magic to move faster. At the time when she had three thousand souls in the dark dream. She saw a door with a majestic and elegant door. She used her flame sword and bash that door to pieces. The one who sat on the throne was no other Azriel Grim.