Luna's Inferno

"I'm ready." Luna sits some twenty years later, in a vastly modified facility from last time. Oscillating electricity crackling on giant ritualized floating stone structures that gild the supports of the massive architecture, a humming filling the air that coincidentally helps energize and calm the mind. Large crystalline structures diffract an ominous seeming light. The moon has risen entirely overhead, the monumental place looking almost like a passage straight to the moon its so colossal.

Twelve blind folded assistant unicorns stand in a crescent formation, their horns glowing ephemeral and cacophony of light fills the space. Luna's entire form energized into magic, launching into the moon, entirely coated in the substance normally used to craft mirror portals. Luna manifests through. It feels like each photon is dropping through her at the speed of light, while she launches vibrating at a note gaining in pitch, each of her energies of her form and spirit unified in this pattern. While to weeping Celestia who has already said her farewells it seem not but an instant, to Luna it feels longer than the two decades of anticipation.

A loud screeching fills the void as she is ripped into an abstract dimension. Eventually Luna's sensations return, the world seeming to have an after-image effect while her spirit attempts to make her existence concretely established in this realm. Luna is adorned alternately from where she came, instead manifesting a form of precision and grace to be able to respond and act as she must. She has a whispy ghastly cloak that helps her be in a stance ready to evade in any direction or attack in any direction at the force she would in a combative stance normally. Tendrils of shadow hide under her wings feeling out like sensors, her mane and tail similar. She can manifest what tools she typically requires for destruction from her shadowy essence.

Luna's distorted vision slowly pieces together what is before her. She passes through some archtypalized memories of the location, aware. There's a small cathedral of sorts ahead, sounds of misery puncturing the air. Luna decides to investigate and silently approaches at a surprisingly fast pace. Luna passes through the wall she hears sounds coming from.

"YOU!"

Luna freezes, and looks toward someone looking past her on the left, a tentacle of shadow looking to the right as she does.

It looks like a nun like back in ancient equestrian times addressing a small colt. Only in this dimension all the forms come as an almost extra material manifested pareidolia over the true events, based on the collective subconscious' memories and associations. Luna can interact directly with it, but needs to know more first. Luna remains unseen because her presence was not noted associatively in the collective, yet.

"I TOLD you! When you clean something do it RIGHT!" The old bag slams the colt into the cold stone wall knocking his mop bucket over, spilling dirty water.

"This is why god has forsaken you! Repent, or you will end up like your mother, who is burning in HELL!" The child shakes every time she screams at him raising her voice. She swiftly smiles revealing crooked teeth.

"Yes. Yes, good. Remember, suffering is how you pay for your sins, and it brings you closer to god. Because SUFFERING! Is what makes you desperate enough to call out to god! DESPAIR in agony and you will be closer to god. This is why HELL exists! You will be tortured in spirit until the only thing you know is the DESPERATION of clinging to god, then you will be spared! EAT your measly rations. Suffering is maximized from nutritional DEFICIENCY, yes, but eating a small amount regularly perpetuates hunger PAINS! Ah yes, good. Good." She pats him as he continues to clean up the sop she spilled. "Crying is the release of sin. But stay VIGILANTE! Its not your fault you were born! But crying can perpetuate WEAKNESS! You are a reminder from god for the REST of the CHOSEN! Turmoil is virtue! PRAISE god! DISGUSTING creatures!- Are some of the most blessed. Ha ha ha haa! Yes. Good." The kid shivers crying and nodding, and returns to mopping.

Luna's brow furrowed but a look of focus still remains through the 'exchange'. Memories taint the place coming forth based on intensity. Luna slowly observes, trotting ever quietly down the halls as if gliding, looking, feeling about with her sensors. She feels immense hatred. But has to find the reasonably most intense associations in order to remain productive. She feels wicked vibrations through the air. She presses on into chamber after chamber.

She sees nuns getting raped by priests. Nuns molesting children. Nuns starving children and praising their agony. Some being found dead in their rooms, getting dragged out with a wooden wheelbarrow and dumped in a mass grave. Pregnant mothers having their babies taken from them until they repent. Some of their babies dying from malnutrition, then given up to the mother after. Some beat for crying. Repent. Repent! REPENT!

Its infuriating, the whole lot! Luna's eyes awash with a crimson hatred at the injustice!

"So, now is when you decide to act?" Luna spots the spirit of the hierarchy here, speaking, close into her ear, her thin, wrinkly, clammy, greasy, sharp hoof on Luna's shoulder. Luna instantly replies with a sharp slash from her opposite hip, rotating while leaping vertically and somewhat away at the demon slicing at its throat, maggots and black puss bleeding out while its eyes sunk inward and its face stretches against its skull in a great mirth.

"Ah HA HA hahahaha. Where is god for you? Forsaken? Desperate? Yes. To atone? HA! You will never get in god's good graces! This is good. You will be a FRESH beacon of SUFFERING!" Luna's hate colors the stage, the ground seeming to shake. Luna's horn, then whole form glows, crushing the heads of all the malevolent entities here, their scarlet blood filling the area. Luna chants an inaudible incantation. The blood forming into a demon the nun might mistake with Satan.

"Who will spread god's word now, you INSOLEN-!" Growing pulsating maggots come out of the atrocious entity with the sounds of regurgitation pumping forth, then an ominous force from above and all around, like eyes peering into the souls of those all around, a form of her god fuses with her, like angels descending from heaven ready to perform anything from a circumcision to a death by sawing, entirely made of skeletons, except their bald faces and bulging eyes, their pupils mere pinpricks, golden dirty cloth covers this fusing wretched entity. The air vibrates with the force of anger, this time, not from Luna's archetypal adrenaline response, but from the subconscious of the species here.

"YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT GOD! YOU CANNOT DO ANYTHING BUT DESPAIR! GOD WILL SAVE US! GOD CREATED EVIL TO CAUSE SUFFERING TO REPENT!"

The air feels like needles and ice, and the gravity of a thousand black holes filling the air dense and suffocating, and the smell of rotten corpses fills the air so pungent and vile Luna retracts her nostrils and mouth into shadow to not be effected by it.

This primordial fear. It won't hold Luna. Luna lets go of everything, surrendering. Possessed with her own spirit of calm, she remains unaffected by this satanic show of terror. She lifts her hoof up, her mane and cloak sprawling behind her, a blood moon eclipse forming above, the realm painted red, her sword a pitch black. The demon she called grows with the deaths brought by justice or injustice alike, a glyph forming before it lending power, as time is incongruent between each being here. A holy light shines through the air thick with dust too much to see with the usual senses as maggots and locusts fly around.

"You are FILTH! DISGUSTING! You make me want to gag rivers of bile! WEAKNESS INCARNATE! God is OMNIPOTENT! Theres no room for the weak! GOD HAS WHITE FUR! Know your place is with the MAGGOTS!"

Eyes melt off of the moon like water drops streaming from a squeezed porous bottle. Luna calls forth the truth she knows of the existence of everything, meditating on it, as a purple light shines through her sword painting the area, her blood demon shapeshifting with features of Spike and Twilight Sparkle through it, and as it does, sparks of feeling of the element of magic which has no true power in this realm, shines through amplifying the truth and harmony Luna is projecting outward, damaging the sphere of existence here.

The corpses come to life, healthy life, slowly. Greenery is finally visible. Vines start to grow into this dangerous entity closing it up sealing it away.

It takes Luna's entire focus. The being decays into dust, cloth, and blood stained gems gold and salt, passing like all things do in the face of time.

"Godddd........" Its final word. But the gravity of the place doesn't cease, and its beginning to twist and rotate casting colored shadows to the right side of everything.

"SIN." With the single word permeating through the air like a shockwave through water of something breaking the sound barrier. In an intentionally ironic move, the entire space is filled with rapids of blood monsooning oceans of it through the air swirling Luna about and destroying her concentration. Her sword bending from the force of the torrent, twisting her all around.

"You cannot know me. I cannot be known. Death is preserved for those who do know me. Life is preserved for those who do know me. Insanity is reserved for those who do know me. I am born from the subconscious ids and egos of those who worship me. Power. Hierarchy. Control. You won't be able to let go of my grasp. I am all permeating, all knowing, all powerful. You are nothing but a spec of dust to me. You will suffer my wrath. I can sear you with the force of a thousand suns. You are naught but an ant, a maggot."

Luna's eyes open and glow brightly. Her form might be moving about but her mind doesn't need to be.

"You talk a lot of shit for something that can't make a 'rock' it cannot lift." Luna rises out of the planet of blood, and gazes her eyes upon the entity. The shape of the sea is as a bowl with the entity residing in the middle, the blood up to its knees, at the height of mountains, the believers torsos and up writhing off of it without legs screaming vitriol and hate one might expect from a foul mouthed fervent crowd. A lot of the vitriol doesn't make sense, but Luna isn't listening to them. The ocean of blood from below seemed to be rotating clockwise, but from above its rotating counter-clockwise.

The entity snarls in anger its eyes bulging, grinding its teeth in its sockets like someone who has bruxism from malnutrition, seizing. The seizing shakes off the representatives of the believers, falling out of it like worms leaving the entity with holes all over its body, like eels they swim after Luna desperate to shut her down, Luna's eyes blazing with truth, pain, and justice, she flies forward, accelerating.

At first the serpentine ponies are faster than her, and catch up trying to jostle her. She slashes one through its skull cleanly, and others, from the shadows she has tendrils turn into hovering swords, floating like a super-conducted magnet, lashing out instinctively, cleanly, with the power of magic, instantly responsive and incredibly sharp and light. She decapitates, slices down the length, the side. Completely decimating them, her speed accelerates until they can no longer catch up to her, and she approaches the entity. Its form sagging as it loses the weight from its flesh tearing of its own accord, leaving one baby colt, angrily its eyes rolling, moving its hooves in gestures as if commanding, screaming without its mother. Without its control.

Luna turns behind her and sees all the floating corpses of the serpentine ponies. If any made it out alive, they fled, or vanished. The flood of blood returns to normal, leaving trees and greenery and even buildings and mountains unscathed as it settles. Leaving no trace of its existence. Except the foal. Luna sees her 'demon' sleeping, in it's presently gem-like form, she sees the faces of Spike and Twilight sleeping. She calls on the creature, which is no longer formed as a demon, but an entity representing the tree of harmony. Luna's regular colors and form returns to her coat and cloak, her swords returning to the shadows.

"If centuries spent with ponies taught me anything, its when to let go of a grudge. And what love can do for anypony."

The entity shifts into pony sized gems, representing the elements of harmony; Understanding, Bravery, Care, Truth, Knowledge, and Acceptance. Each of them has their own Alicorn representative back on Equestria. Twilight Sparkle, Derpy Hooves, Fluttershy, Luna, Sweetie Belle, and Tree Hugger, respectively. They each became an alicorn when they could represent all of the elements of the era. The lights of their coats and manes shines through painting this possessed baby with a healing light cleansing it of anhedonia and other maladies. Suddenly the life of the realm shines through! Like the color was desaturated for the majority of it, and dark.

She hands the baby over to the grieving mother from earlier.

A smile touches Luna's lips, and she spreads a wing to preen after a moment. She doesn't technically need to. But its a celebration in a way. Back in Equestria she would normally do it with magic.

"Mmm, doing 'Celestia's work'." Luna giggles.