Here is where I got a bit... Loose, with my secrecy. I'm sure you expected me to go this harsh life of crime alone but, I've found, nobles are hardly ever virtuous. After a good bit of poking and prodding I managed to find a few dastardly individuals who where willing to attend my Party.

I called it the Gala of Pain. You probably never heard of it, Princess, but if you did I'm sure you assumed it was just another BDSM party, like my mother used to go to. I know she has some stories to tell of her time with you at one or two of those parties, involving whips and chains and a certain party pony in diapers....

Yes, this is a chapter of secrets revealed. I WILL be including the names and crimes off all the other degenerates who attended my party. They will all go down with me, killing an entire generation of filth. I do not do this out of some inane sense of justice, nor a desire to see my lifestyle end with me - I simply want my entire story known. Besides, awful ponies will always exist - it could never end with some kind of moral genocide. Somepony's foal will get a little to randy when they see their schoolmates trip and fall, or when they see the wolves eat the birds...and then it'll all start again.

Ponies like me are inevitable.

I, when this is published or released, will become the face for ponies like me - the one you all think of when you hear bumps in the night in dark alleyways, alone and afraid. Your boogieman.

Therefore, I am Inevitable.

Moving on, my party was held in the winter, not too awful long before hearthswarming. The snow was a thick blanket when I greeted my guests, who arrived one at a time as I had instructed. I gave each of them very specific times they must arrive at, as I didn’t want any issues arising outside of the manor. The young and beautiful Glowing Diamond arrived first - daughter of the prestigious Diamond Tiara, dressed in only the finest of silks and gemstones. It was a beautiful dress, and one of my own design, though I’m not sure if she was aware of that or not.

She was exceptionally good at walking into any building like she owned the place, and my mansion was no exception. She stepped through my doorway with her head held high, a dignified smirk on her face and just the lightest touch of makeup on her eyes.

I looked at her, and I wanted her.

She looked at me, and she wanted me.

We both knew this about each other immediately, as she’s not half as stupid as she seems. We also knew that we wanted each other in different ways. I wanted her, on the floor and begging to be destroyed. She wanted me dolled up, and sat at her dinner table, another prize in her herd. We both nodded at each other, and didn’t make eye contact again for the rest of the night. Some prizes are best left out of reach, I’ve found. I respect Glowing Diamond - as much as I can respect someone I want to hurt.

Her crimes before my Gala where many and varied - from tax evasion to slave labor to unlawful harvesting of changeling resources. Receipts can be found in my desk drawers, if you’d like to check the validity of my claims. But her truly heinous crimes - the crimes that led me to invite her to my Gala - started with a crime of the heart. She fell in love with a Stallion betrothed, and, seeing no way she could have him, decided to take what she was owed. She had him in every way she could - first, as her date, after a spot of blackmail. Then, in her bed, after a rather…forceful seduction, let’s say. Then, when he promised he’d talk, as her dinner. She had hired the services of Pumpkin Pastry way back when, which is how I came to know of her affairs and cannibalism.

Recordings of my Gala are available inside my desk as well, for anypony who doubts my claims. I made sure that each and every one of us was covered in filth by the end of the night, at least metaphorically.

My next guest was Applewood Smoke, the Smoked Delicacies entrepreneur of the Apple Family. He’s dined with your friend Applejack, Princess, many times - and put up barns with her, of course. He’s a rich and successful stallion - there are few who haven’t been to Canterlot to try his Smoked Apple Hayburgers - and he is also a lover of fillies. The smaller the better, he says. You can see in the recordings the kind of fun he has with the entertainment I bought. A hefty price to pay for party entertainment - but a Velour party is always one to remember, as I cut no costs.

There where five pieces of entertainment for my party - three fillies and two colts. They where stolen from their homes by Diamond Dogs to be used as mining slaves, but I traded their weight in pristine diamonds - Diamond Dogs are very easy to trade with, they’re far too stupid to acknowledge that one mining slave will mine far more than their weight in diamonds in their lifetime. A sack of pretties is far more appealing to them.

None of the five survived the night, of course. There was dinner to be had, after the festivities.

I’m sure you guessed that by now, Princess.

My next guest to arrive was Gloria, the griffin ambassador to Equestria. She was staying with guard captain Gallus at the time - how upset he’ll be when he finds this out about her.

Her I stumbled onto at the meat black market - and witnessed first hand her fetish for eating genitalia. And piss, and shit, and all manners of filth. She’s not sadistic, which I find sad, but merely lacks empathy, sympathy, and care. She takes what she wants - I respect that.

So that is three of my four guests. There where five of us, at the party. The fourth guest arrived fashionably late - I was worried he wouldn’t show at all, to be honest - and knocked loudly upon my doors. When I opened them, he stood there, twice my height and nearly as thickly muscled as the farm-raised Apple stallion already at my table. Absolutely beautiful. All the power of the other 5 alicorns, but none of the virtue.

Nocturne, Prince of the Night, son of Princess Luna. You helped raise him, Princess Twilight. Did he show any signs? Did he kick puppies, as a colt? Did he bite the other foals at school? Or was he a perfect little prince, leaving this article to be the most surprising thing you’ve ever read?

I doubt I’ll ever find out, but I am so curious.

He walked inside with all the grace one could expect of royalty, and sat at my table. Pumpkin Pastry was setting the table - cucumber tomato salad, baked earth pony foal, fried cinnamon apples and strawberry shortcake.

I sat at the head of the table, and banged my hooves upon its surface. “Let us feast, let us Fuck, let us Dance, and let us Feast again! Let the Gala of Pain begin!”

Author's Note

I have more than normal to put in this chapter and a lot of life stress making it hard to write. So I’m releasing it in two parts. :)