Author's Note

I am keeping this away from friendship is magic, though this opening is indeed implied to be with the everfree. I also consider the city to be stolen to be the mainhatten, but it will never be referenced as such.

I have dysgraphia so this is going to be a challenge for me.

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Scene- Castle of the two sissters.

In the dead of night In the castle of the two sisters, cultists form a ritual of dark intent and debased desire. They gather to summon the dark one. From the night you hear the moans of ponys rutting, the screeching of griffins, even the bassy tumble of dragons in carnal delight.

To most at the party, it is just a time of desire, to let loose. To, partake in their desires free of judgment.

Yet they do not understand the name of their meeting is more than just some words to add kink and spice. they do not understand that there are runes underneath their hoof and claws.

Under their passion and debased delight, they do not hear the screaming of virgins or the agony of dehorned unicorns. Yet even under their passion, some might feel the magical ether thrum to the acts in the castle.

As the magic thickens, the orgy grows more debased, More filthy as the inhibitions are robbed from them.

The throne room reeks of sex, piss, and even blood, yet the dungeons reek of burnt ether, rot, and death.

As the night storm grows with the violence and passion, the world of the alicorns rip asunder, The next day, the Princess's of the land will find one of the most major papulation centers gone, they will find the Woods of the ever-free ripped and mangled, with large swathes gone.

Any unicorn, alicorn, or other tribes of pony caught practicing magic, will find under that storm, a blown horn, shredded wing, or burnt and ripped muscles.
God forbid if an alicorn was caught using all three tribes' magic, for all that would be left is a black stain and gore.
They will find that many kind and caring ponies, will have gone mad, to bring a great slaughter on the land.

But they will never find their city, nor the remains of the wood of ever, no will they ever see the castle of the two sisters. For with such profane magic, these things- have been ripped from the land, and the essence of its casting, leaving a foul scar on the magic of the land.