Luna's Inferno

He was hard to look at for multiple reasons. For one he shone like a sun, an erratic star wobbling about to die off. The other reason is he is a tap-dancing foot-bee. The room is half open to the outdoors half a therapy room.

"Why do you keep tap-dancing about, Joe?" Luna inquires. The bee knocks into random shit knocking stuff over the table as it bounces up and down in a weird dance, as he repeatedly goes over to a naked prostrate woman who keeps muttering traumas to herself, contemplating stinging her but he would die from his stinger breaking off.

"Well you see there's this great idea about hierarchy interpretation. You can interpret hierarchy as good, because I can manipulate you. I can force certain meanings on symbols to lead people to a fascist ideology. I am a bee so I do interpretive dance and this caused me to join the far-right because they also do interpretive dance. The Sun in my name gives me a complex that I associate to god and the father. I am also hiding a deep intrinsic foot fetish inherited from my mother. So I met with, HighLow YawnalotaBuss and we kind of had gay sex, to empower our compassionate alpha ideology I espoused. We roleplayed using the symbologies of the primitive triangles. At first I thought the standing triangle was erect, but HighLow taught me it was in fact not a penis, but symbolism for caves and hence an entrance and vaginas, like the legs spread on a woman. And the other triangle, with the tip facing downward, is in fact a cock ready to be stepped on, because its not an entrance, you don't walk through it you walk on it. So HighLow stepped on my dick. By the end of the night he penetrated my bussy and I felt the Logos as my eyes turn up in my skull, come to me."

"Did you know that cringe is processed identically to pain in the brain?" Nightmare Moon's teeth turn sharp and she holds up a distorting butcher's knife eager to retaliate, but she didn't have to. FeeterSun penetrates the woman out of fear, losing his stinger in her he bleeds and flickers light.

"AHhhhhhhhhh its happening! God's not real! But he is real! I'm real! The Logos! Return to daddy!" He explodes leaving the remains of a common bumblebee, setting fire to a local Sunflower, Sunflower being the name of the female mare in the room. Nightmare Moon is unaffected by the non-supernova, it passing past her like a gust of wind. The blazing mare turns rabid and begins to assault Moon while screaming distracted by the pain.

"Fucker shouldn't be messing with therapy patients! Fuuu~ck this shit hurts!" Aflame screeching out of pain mare stumbles and leaps forward pushing her blazing hot hooves into Moon's fur searing like a soldering iron frowning and then slowly smiling manically. But it was hard to make out for what should be obvious reasons. As soon as Moon sees the smile, she knows its too late for her.

"Trying to make more Mother Teresas Joe?!" Moon cleaves down her skull and she sizzles and collapses, spilling into a pile of ash and coal in the shape of a pony rapidly.

Outside there's a massive tree similar to the tree of harmony in this realm. Its height is non-Euclidean, and theres many FeeterSuns and other entities made of fire, hopping around it threatening to set it on fire, and trying to manipulate which flowers get to grow from it, and there's ponies trying to put out the grass fires around it, some of which get set on fire and scream in pain as others try to put them out and give them medical attention. Moon never heard screams worse than those whom were set on fire.

Moon looks forward in disgust.

"Fucking morons, don't they know if the tree dies they're going down with it!" Moon grows a Luna head to handle this task for her because she is too distracted with emotion and trauma. Luna slowly shifts, Moon becoming the shadowy cloak. Luna pulls out a sniper rifle made of psychedelia and shadow. She snipes them with thin streams of ice-light turning the entities she snipes into magically cold crystal statues. Fires cannot be started within a radius of them. But now they turn their attention to Luna. Some of the entities just shrink over time, others seem to be trying to manipulate vulnerable ponies in neighboring cities. Some blazing skulls reach Luna.

She dodges backward glidingly and backflips without changing the height of the center of her gravity, and sends out black spikes to intercept the skulls, but some of her shadow starts catching fire! Luna gets a burst of adrenaline, time slows, she separates from the shadow dissipating outward then regrowing it. She modifies her sword on the fly letting it enter her hoof and it bends into a crescent-like shape and she swings her hoof pointing it at the skull as it tries to bite her and it gets hit square on the forehead cracking like a vase as its fire is extinguished! It bleeds and sputters out a reply.

"OnE rApIsT cAn RaPe NiNeTy PeRcEnT oF rApE vIcTiMs. YoU cAnNoT sToP oUr SpReAd." It dies. Luna looks up at the rest coming at her. Almost every entity that's not a copycat is a unique specie. Many of them risking explosion like the original FeeterSun. Many of them different colors and permutations like a virus. But there's something odd about it. Luna embraces her royal canterlot voice

"WHY DO YOU BELIEVE AS YOU DO!?" Her voice booms flattening grass and putting out a good portion of fires. One explodes in agony and a puff of dust to break the silence.

Suddenly all the opponents start up discussion with Luna and it goes about as well as the conversation with Bee FeeterSun. Most end up disgusting each other and they part ways. The only ones remaining have crosses engraved on their person. Luna facehooves.

"Why am I noticing a trend?" Two ponies approach Luna.

"You should join us, you seem useful. But, you kinda knocked the wind out of our sails. So we want to give you a proper crucifixion before we convert you into our mysterious order of mysteries." The smaller of the two ponies says.

"Hahahaha! Fucking morons!" Nightmare Moon appears in an instant and pulls the larger pony up by their false alicorn horn, and pulls a surgically sharp hook up through their body watching the life leave their eyes after they shiver and panic in agony. She pulls out the lower jaw of this pony with the hook, all in one motion, then steps on the skull intensely increasing the pressure until it cracks like a watermelon and its brains are crushed.

"You don't scare me! I'm not sure if this one had the proper faith anyways. I am catholic, and I am certain its true because of the Eucharist Miracles!" The little pegasus says. Luna scans the memories of the web to relay it to Nightmare.

"Oh yeah! Its totally real! You got one asshole, create an object then, personally verify it in a lab, by themselves. Wow! Its like you never even heard of cornstarch before! Lemme educate you!" She lifts up the small pegasus filly and spawns a liquid cornstarch toy that becomes a solid.

"Woahhh look at this, its like, eternally running liquid or something, BUT! When you touch it its a solid! WAOW! Don't believe me? I got real physical evidence!" Moon condenses the liquid cornstarch heavily into a hammer shape and swings it so rapidly it stays a solid, smashing the filly avatar in the face repeatedly, the skin tearing and revealing bone. She flails trying to break free of the Nightmare's grip, the fake fillies eyes start rolling around from one hit too many, until she eventually loses consciousness her skull cracking at its thickest part until brain and viscera seep out of this hammer smashed face.

"its like you don't even realize how fake artifacts can be engineered, you bucking muppet! 'Lemme just be a Nazi cuz gods real and hates degenerates and Gods on my side cuz I think he is real wooo~'." Moon mocks swiveling her hips around like some fifties cartoon, then drops the corpse into her puddle of blood in a heap. Moon stares at the corpse and Luna has to snap her out of what else she wants to do to it.

"Alright enough of this shit. How about~, I fight the embodiment of this Logos idea!" Nightmare forces all the minds of the emblazed to connect with magic string to one point, connecting all their consciousnesses. A shadow of a phoenix is born.

"Hm, makes sense. These fires are actually, basically self extinguishing. Like, how can their ideology even be pure? Everything's so twisted, yeah it perpetuates more fire in death. Its like literally the only cohesive point that's non-variant is what team they were on. If we look at the religions in this world, they are behaving similarly. Branching into different disagreeing denominations that fight with each other once their common enemies run out. Its like how the Nazis dug their own grave challenging the world. If you have explosive potential, you also have rapid death. There's no cohesion. It was destined to fail. The only question is how much are you taking down with you? This is what happens when you live your entire ideology into confirmation bias. Like a plant growing through multiple pots then once it reaches for the light it falls over and the pots shatter and it dies."

The phoenix of immaterial blackness gliding across the ground materializes white fire in its rage and sadism towards Nightmare, as a floating ball like a sun resides in the air where it truly lies, invisible. It launches this orb that destroys the dirt and grass around it from bending space-time threatening to form a black hole.

"You know, ego is kinda like fire! It burns hot! So what happens if I give it the cold shoulder? The only reason why the radical religious in this realm fight is because they are conscious of what they view as a force against them. They are aware of their impending demise. The access to information is threatening them. As churches become more radical, they alienate more people. Entryism can only take them so far." Luna glows with her element of truth dissipating the Nightmare, enlightening the entity of its inevitable demise, its wrongness, and its counter-production. They were trying to find the golden thread of logos or truth, when it was nothing more than grasping for a straw. If truth is the entire basket, this was a straw that the more the followed it the more it loosened the basket. They were following their own tail this whole time. Like Ouroboros, a symbol of confirmation bias. Once they eat themselves, once they understand themselves truly. They cannot continue existing.

The phoenix cries, turning into a grey pony of dark grey and light grey fires and holds a firey gun into its mouth, tears streaming from its eyes, it pulls the trigger, and all the fires are extinguished in the area.

Luna vibrates with the energy Nightmare has about this event and slowly calms down because it might teleport her to the next realm before she is ready, again. And she doesn't need to kill pony enemies who are defeated in spirit. Luna tries calming the blood lust.

"Now that they know the truth, there is no reason to kill them. Now we need to educate them and help alleviate their depression. But they also may never forgive themselves. Well, I actually don't think I revealed the full truth to them. Just the hopelessness. Hmm. I should fix that. One DMT trip coming right up!" Luna smiles, almost giggling, and casts a spell on all the ponies in the realm causing them to trip for 30 minutes or so, a spell with safety features and guides incorporated into it so it cannot cause a bad trip, and cannot lead people away from the Elements of Harmony's six virtues.