My Little Overlord: Harmony Desync

The darkened steel of his paladin armor shimmered in the burning glow of the dying stars. The heavens of Eden burned a hellish red from the cataclysmic merge with the fiery pits of hell. He stood atop a mountain of angels, his heavy boots crushing the halos like the stained glass of their churches.

He showed no mercy, clutching his burning halberd with but a single gauntlet, cracked but unbroken amidst the heat of glory. The sickly blade hummed with a potent power, one that seemed to siphon all light into its bottomless sea of darkness, never to escape its cold embrace. Each step ascended the mountain of holy corpses, their fresh blood pooling down to the base in copper scented rivers.

Everywhere the maiden turned her head, she could sense nothing but death and destruction. Feathers of her brothers and sister’s angelic wings rained down like snowflakes on a winter morn. Her concealed and cursed eyes stared up at the towering mass of bodies, tears of sadness, joy, and euphoria trailing down her pale cheeks.

Heaven, hell, and all between were falling into one another, armies fell at his very command. The commandments were shattered, the cycle disturbed, and both sins and virtues were abolished. That left only him, with his never ending hunger, his everlasting gluttony for the seemingly unreachable power.

This one man single handedly subjugated the father’s natural order, with a maniacal smile that spread from ear to ear beneath his helm of shadows. What many would describe as complete madness, she would see it for what it really was. Destiny, a fate so absolute that none could possibly interfere with its course. It rapidly approached with every step the man took, time slowed, the sounds of war reaching a new octave.

The maiden watched with shaky breaths, feeling her blindfolded gaze trail down to the blood that soaked her once sparkling robes. It was not her blood…no…it was the blood of her fellow angels, ones that once looked to her with such admiration, such loyalty, and love. Her fingers clasped the crucifix lance, a sharp tug removing the silver pole from its home within the smoldering husk of brother…Gabriel.

The angel Gabriel is…or…was the herald of visions, messenger of God and one of the angels of higher rank. He made God's message understandable to people and helped them to accept it with a pure heart. One might consider such an act of betrayal unforgivable, a grotesque act that would forever alter the balance of powers within the heavenly court. It didn’t matter though, for HE opened her blindfolded eyes to the truth, the perversion that he and the other angels of the heavenly hosts have made of the lord’s precepts.

The lord sat atop his high and mighty throne, letting the angels run amuck, toy with humanity and their emotions. The maiden was shown by the man in black that his way would finally free the humans she loved so dear from the shackles of both divine and unholy. He already revealed to her the armies of hell reduced to dust, showing her the strength that the heavenly father refused to muster.

The maiden moved her blind gaze to the unblinking blue eyes of her brother…her mentor, her bestest friend. His charred, skeletal jaw bounced up and down in a horrific display that sent chills down her spine. Even without lips she could hear his words which pierced her aching heart like an icy dagger, echoing within her mind.

“Lady Justitia…sister of mine…why do you betray me so…? Your blasphemy will doom us all, and for what…your blind faith? Your zealous devotion? Was it worth it…was HE…worth it…over family?”

Justitia silently grasped the lance that her brother fought gallantly with in one hand, her burning sword of judgment within the other. For a moment she could only silently stare down at the remnants of Gabriel, the words caught in her throat. When she finally spoke she would say her peace with the firm base behind it.

“Justice is blind brother…and I wish to finally open my eyes, and look upon all creation as he does. The world has so much color, life, and happiness, all of which I was cursed to be blind to…because all of whom my gaze meets, crumbles to ashes, forever damned to eternity in limbo.” The air within her general area shifted, causing her ears to twitch in response.

Justitia’s white knuckle grip upon the holy blades caused her fingers to grow numb, yet she could not feel the pain it also brought. “His path will show humanity and all mortals the true way…for he has told me the greatest secret…one which none would ever understand save for those who bend the knee to him.”

The faint smell of copper filled the air, her blond locks standing up in many places on her scalp. “His love for me transcends the heavens and across the cosmos, something that will always keep my faith alive. The time for God to be judged is upon us…and I proudly serve as Lord Dezmond’s HARBINGER OF RIGHTEOUS JUSTICE!”

The maiden twirled her sacred sword, spinning around in a fluid motion, her blind gaze piercing the illusion that Gabriel had brought upon her. His gentle words, they coaxed her nearly on towards destruction at his hands. Her blade halted, the burning metal cleaving through the flesh of Gabriel’s midsection. She drove the weapon through, fully bisecting the holy angel in twain. The lightning bolt that the angel failed to cast struck the ground beside her, searing down her bicep in a gnarly burn.

Gabriel…he relinquished his mortal form, the beautiful and humanoid figure of a kind man with blond hair and blue eyes. Beauty, that was what the angels valued in their deceitful guise when coming down to greet the humans. Justice was blind, immune to their vanity, and thanks to Dezmond her blindsight could perceive the angel’s true form.

The dying angel let loose guttural wails of anguish, his many wings losing their alabaster white in favor of the gushing crimson of his own blood. The many eyes that encompassed his divine form burst like popping blisters, showering Justitia in a mix of tears and gore. Her head tilted up, basking in the glory and freedom of the angel’s grizzly defeat.

“Your illusions shall bind me no longer…I relinquish my responsibilities to heaven and stand side by side with my new brothers and sisters. He, my one true love…and shall grant my truest wish at the death of our lord…” Upon the last words escaping her lips the heavens shook. The grand eye in the sky, the god above all opened himself to the challenger. The knight in black, The Overlord above all who claim themselves to be gods, approached without fear.

Justitia smiled, the tears which soaked into the blindfold gushing out, rolling down her cheeks in full force. It was over in an instant, watching the singular slash of his sacred sword cut open the fabric of space, time, and reality as she knew it diagonally. The arching slash stretched for what seemed to be infinity, cleaving open the all seeing eye of The Maker.

She thought he would die in an echoing scream…one that would knock her to her knees in sorrow. The great creator, the one who damned her into servitude, died without so much as a whisper. Everything that Justitia did lead to this moment, she fought alongside angels, the fallen, demons, and mortal champions blessed by her new lord. All of them battled under the banner of HIM, and what HE stood for.

The angel of justice spread her silver wings, letting her blood soaked, golden locks down to her shoulders. She flapped hard, boosting herself from the center of the carnage that Eden had become. The pearly lands of God were crumbling, without his divine power all would fall to nothingness, returning reality to a darkened void. No pantheons remained, the Greeks and Romans, Mayans, Egyptians, the Norse, Eldritch, along with all lesser gods have either bent their knee or died by his blade.

Existence was crumbling around them, and even so Dezmond met her with a loving embrace. His ominous platemail was stained with the steaming blood of many, both god and moral. She could care less, only relishing the tender fingers that caressed her cheek. His voice rang true, making her heart pound in excitement and yearning. Everything was falling down around them, crumbling in order to give birth to a NEW life, one in the Overlord’s image.

“...My love…”

Dezmond’s fingers grasped the eye guard of the lady justice, removing it to reveal closed eyes. His voice, his oh so warm, and gentle voice graced her ears, beckoning her to open up her eyes. “The time has come my flower…my other half, tell me in these final moments, what is it you wish…?”

Without hesitating she replied. “My wish…is a world without gods, one where everyone can live, laugh, and love forever…a place where godly power doesn't matter. In this world, I want to stay by your side and look upon mortals without these cursed eyes.”

Justitia opened her twin orbs to reveal the golden irises which blazed with the power of judgment. Dezmond’s amethyst eyes gazed back, locking with hers and withstanding their might, for he is the only one who wouldn’t crumble at her gaze. The scales which weighed the Overlord behind her pupils crumbled, without reality there could be no holy judgment.

Their lips inched closer and closer until finally colliding in a passionate kiss, just as it all came crumbling down around them. His final words before the great collapse echoed across the now empty nothingness their reality had become.

“Wish…granted…”

Derpy’s eyes opened, her held breath coming out in a loud gasp as molted feathers rained down around her. The ceiling of her bedroom rolled with her wandering eyes, one having drifted towards the incessant ringing of the alarm clock. A hoof brushed her blond mane from her face, while the other violently bashed the button of her little clock. Gray feathers continued to rain down from the ceiling, another sign of her sleep flapping…again.

The mare was nothing special, a simple if not mediocre mail mare working for Ponyville Postal. Even though her life was supposed to be simple, as of lately these…dreams…continued to wreak havoc on her already questionable mind. Rolling off the bed and onto all four hooves, Ditzy Hooves dragged her exhausted body to her bathroom. Just looking in the mirror spoke volumes, she was an absolute mess.

Derpy’s hair was disheveled, some parts tightly matted by layers of sweat, others poking out at odd angles. Trying and failing, the mare attempted to straighten her eyes to get a good look at herself when brushing her teeth. Every attempt leads to one eye drifting off to another side of the bathroom, finding the floor or ceiling more amusing. For as long as she could remember Derpy suffered from this unfortunate disability, one that grew worse as she became older.

Finding work was miserable, especially during her young adult years when she flunked college in Fillydelphia. Her miserable optical disability fortunately led to a few benefits, one of those being guaranteed work here in Ponyville. The other being-

“MOOOOOOM! I’m heading off to school!” The cheery voice of Dinky Doo rang out as she passed her open bedroom door. The young, pinkish gray, filly bobbed up and down with her saddlebags loaded with various notebooks, textbooks, and lunch, prepared for her day at Castle Friendship. She shared her mother’s lovely blond mane, and equally stunning gold eyes, a prominent feature in the Hooves family.

In an instant all stress and worries of her night terrors vanished, with her heart thumping with the joys of motherhood. “Ohhhh! Have a great day my little muffin! Make sure to come straight home after school! We need to stay on schedule if we are gonna make the Lunar Festival!” Derpy called with her mouth full of paste which she promptly spat into the sink.

“Momma, the festival isn’t until next Moonday remember? Have a good day at work and thanks for the yummy breakfast muffin!” With that the vibrant filly raced out of the house, leaving the Pegasus mare alone with her thoughts once again. Derpy climbed into the porcelain tub, reaching out with a hoof to twist the blue crystal which controlled the shower cloud over her head.

Cool water rained down her slender, curvy frame, rinsing away the sweat that had been trickling down her brow since she awoke. ‘This is the sixth time I’ve had this dream…oohh…It's making me forget things more than usual! Maybe The Doctor can tell me what it means…? Heh…I’ll ask him after the festival.’

Derpy pondered this while using her favorite blueberry shampoo to straighten, comb through, and adjust her mane. The bathing soap also proved most effective in cleansing the grime from her gray coat which vanished down the swirling drain. Getting a good shower in before work always made waking up so much easier.

WIth a brushing stick between her teeth, Derpy took great care cleaning her wings, with the bubbly, blueberry, muffin scented soap delicately washing her feathers. When all was said and done she emerged from the shower with a content sigh. Derpy had gone through this cycle all too many times, continuing on to her routine acquisition of her malemare uniform from her closet.

When she finally slipped into the last of her gear, she would leave the confines of her bedroom and out to the living room. The previous night Dinky had invited friends to their home as a pre celebratory party for the Lunar Festival. The remnants of their party escapades were all to clear with various board games, empty juice boxes, and paper plates scattered across the room. No wonder Dinky had skipped out so quickly, this place was a mess!

Derpy sighed in disappointment, shaking her head while both eyes zipped around the room in opposing directions. She took a large trash bag from the kitchen cupboard, under the sink and began rapidly darting around the living room. She scooped up trash, put games away, and generally tidied up the cluster bomb of mess.

The faint sound of beeping on her hoof broke her from the mindless tasks of cleaning after her daughter. It was her watch, buzzing and beeping to remind the mailmare of her work dedications. “OH gosh, I’m goanna be late!” Derpy rushed out into the kitchen, sliding and almost toppling over one of the kitchen island table chairs, all in a mad dash for breakfast.

One, solitary, blueberry muffin remained on the lazy suzy platter where she had loaded it with emergency breakfast treats a week prior. Days where she was late for work were common, and it was actually Dinky’s clever idea to make the muffin platter for a quick dine and dash. With that being said Derpy made a mental reminder to pick up more muffins over from Sugarcube Corner.

That week in particular they were actually having a sale on their new Moonberry Muffin Bites, in celebration of the festivities that were coming to town. Derpy rushed towards the door in a full gallop to grab her empty mailbag. It was thankfully dangling off the standing hanger nearest to the door, right where she left it.

After giving her gray cap a small adjustment she’d leave her cozy home with a strong flap of her wings. The strong gust of wind allowed her to take flight to Ponyville’s one and only postal office. Despite a small hiccup getting ready, she was confident today was going to be a great day!

“Really Derpy…? Again? This is the third time this week you're late…” The sky blue mare with an orange mane let out a dramatic sigh. One hoof adjusted her green rimmed glasses upon her snout to look at her frazzled mail carrier. The mare looking upon her was none other than the big boss, Postage Stamp.

She was a no nonsense type of mare who didn’t take many excuses from her employees, especially tardiness. The morning light of the early morning shined in, showing off the orange envelope cutiemark smacked on her flank. Pink and green postage stamps whirled around the envelopes like a breeze blowing the autumn leaves.

“I-I’m sorry boss, I just don’t know where I went wrong…!” Derpy whined as her unfocused eyes struggled to look at her watch. The bubble-brained postal pony gradually realized when looking from her watch, to the wall mounted clock that…her watch was wrong. Work started at 7:00am, and the watch on her wrist did say she was on time. It seemingly left her in the clear at 7:15am, if not a little late on arrival for her shift..

Unfortunately reality smacked her across the face, revealing it was actually 8:15am instead, making her an entire hour late. Postage Stamp sighed, running a hoof through her curly mane. “Derpy…what am I going to do with you? Your mail is in compartment 166, please make sure it's all done by this afternoon? Without property damage this time… I’ll let this tardiness slide one last time, I mean it Miss Hooves!” She barked while shaking her hoof in the air.

Derpy let out a nervous laugh, falling over herself as she made a beeline from Postage’s office. “Y-yes ma’am! I’ll get them done in a flash! You’ll see!” Derpy chirped while constantly tripping, stumbling, and rolled her way through the building. Her boss only let out a long sigh, planting her head into her paperwork as she did. That mare was gonna be the death of her, she could see it.

Derpy entered backrooms of the mail center, searching the various mail slots for her little cubby containing the morning mail. Compartment 166 thankfully contained way less mail than she was used to. This boosted her confidence that she could knock out all her work easy peasy! She had been given a large bundle of various letters, a hoof full of packages, and one mysterious black box with the red stamp labeled “Caution Fragile”.

Despite being curious, the mail mare knew better than to snoop, she could lose her job. While Derpy may be a klutz, she was smart when it came to her working habits, one of them being the organization of the mail before flight. Her satchel that had come with her uniform was enchanted, providing an extra expanding compartment for excess mail. Said bag was simply called “The Mailbag of Holding” by it’s boring creator.

Space inside was twisted, making it weigh much lighter for flying mail carriers, especially when it came to packages. One by one the letters, packages, and lastly the box were positioned, placed within the expansive void of her mail bag. Derpy checked the address list inside the compartment, getting an accurate read on the ponies who needed their mail right away!

With the list grasped in her muzzle she wasted no further time, flying out the window to her first delivery of the day. Everything beyond that would fade into a blur, her wings beating and sending her soaring just beneath the cloud line. Derpy flew much differently than most Pegasus carriers, tending to keep herself under the clouds so she could spin, twirl, and readjust herself accordingly.

Her awkward eyes shifted with motion, almost as if she had been born with a set of golden googly eyes. That being said, twirling, corkscrewing, and risky maneuvers made her eyes focus a lot easier on the buildings below. This method of flight was something she had to master at an early age if she ever wanted to fly, period. Unfortunately this method had its downsides, like the time she accidentally mucked about at town hall.

During that time she was just getting used to being in the air again after spending weeks moving into her new home with Dinky. Before she was used to soaring above the angular city streets of Fillydelphia, rather than the circular town structures of Ponyville. If it weren’t for Miss Applejack generously paying out of hoof for her screw up she’d be thousands of bits in debt. Derpy oh so lovingly sent the cowmare many baskets of muffins as thanks, which the element of honesty always accepted with a small smile.

Each bundle of mail that was delivered was accepted with open hooves and friendly smiles. More than a few ponies gave Derpy a wave when she would place their mail in their respective homes, one grandma even gave her a banana muffin! It all came down to the singular black package in her bag.

The last courier order on her list led her to what seemed to be a rather run down apartment building. It was nestled up towards the furthermost outskirts of the Ponyville east of town hall. She took care to settle her hooves onto a cloud before double checking the address on her list was right.

Derpy was no stranger to the creepy sides of ponyville, especially after the most recent swarm of parasprites running rampant. The little pests had quite literally eaten many families out of house and home. This left only ruined timber piles, crumbling foundations, and crumbling stone walls.

Construction was underway, but that didn’t stop the unsavory sort from dealing business in the ruined alleyways. Sometimes even troublesome colts or fillies would spray paint on the concrete walls in alleys as “tags”. Derpy took great care to instill into little Ditzy that running or playing in these areas was a big no no.

Gliding down onto the cobblestone path Derpy took cautious strides to the abandoned looking home, her wandering eyes taking note of the glistening yellow caution tape stretched across boarded up windows. When she finally mustered up the courage to approach the door, her hoof poised to knock. When her hoof rapped on old, splintery, damp wood it threatened to buckle at her very touch.

There was only silence, a deafening silence that permeated the courier mare’s surroundings. The sounds of cheerful birds chirping had long since ceased when entering the area. It was almost as if they too felt a sense of unease being in the general area. Even the wind was unnaturally quiet, with weather Pegasi directing the clouds away from the construction zones in the area for clear weather. Speaking of…it was strange, normally the construction ponies would be working during these hours, early bird catches the muffin!

Just as Derpy turned to take the package back to the postal center, the faintest sound of hoofsteps met her twitching ears. Turning back to face the door she watched with bated breath as it creaked open to reveal the home's inhabitant. Standing tall at a good 5’6 was a masculine, bipedal feline with black fur. The shaggy fuzz was complimented by a large white patch around the left side of his face.

This…caught Derpy off guard, a Catfolk in ponyville wasn’t commonplace, with their kind more or less gyrating around the Abyssinia country. What would one be doing so far into Equestria, much less be doing in their rinky dink town of Ponyville? The more Derpy tried to wrap her brain around it, the more she rationalized with the recent town gossip. It could be possible he was there for the festival…yea. Her thoughts would be interrupted by the feline’s smooth voice catching her small attention span.

“Ahhhh, there is my package, it's about time those schmucks delivered my goods…I've been dying to get my paws on some quality food. Importing preserved foods out of the nation tends to get a little hectic, yeah? Especially with these growing tensions out in Storm King territory…beyond the Equestrian Sea. Them teaming up with Griffonstone sure as heck made trading pain in the flank.” The cat’s words were slow, methodical, and pleasing to the ears, sending a shiver down the pony’s spine.

He spoke with all the charm of a snake oil salespony, unfortunately causing the clueless mare to hang on every word he said with big eyes. Derpy loved to talk with ponies while delivering mail, and seeing as he was the last package before her lunch break, she didn’t see a reason to stop now. Her ears twitched at the mention of the “Lands beyond Equestria”, something she knew very little about, but was obviously hooked to hear more.

The cat’s squinted eyes were mismatched, one twinkling a bright emerald green, the other a bright ruby red. Both were twin jewels that Derpy thought she might get lost in if she stared for much longer, which her eyes thankfully rolled away when she tilted her muzzle sideways. His extra long tail swayed behind him in a serpentine fashion, showing off that there was less fur along its length, leading to the large tuft at the tip.

“O-Oh! I mean, yeah! I mean, I don’t think I had food outside Equestria before… OH! Actually I tried out the “Muffins Around The Globe”, the monthly food service! I got to taste some of those yummy salted caramel muffins baked in Seaquestria, super moist!” The more Derpy sized him up, the more she got a good look at his rather…formal attire which didn’t seem to match up with the drab setting of the ruined home.

They wore a thick black overcoat with a pair of gray pants, complemented by an ashen gray button up shirt. Running through the various loops at his curved hips was a shiny black belt, held up by an oversized buckle. Bottles of glowing purple and green liquids dangled from various pouches adorning the belt straps.

His feet were clad in straight laced boots fastened up to the calf, they were even shined to perfection. What really caught Derpy’s drifting gaze was the yellow armband sewn into the overcoat. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but patched into the center, clear as day was what looked to be two black horns curved upwards into the shape of a spade.

“Ha! I’m more of a cupcake kind of guy, but to each their own…I’ve been known to have a muffin or two on occasion as a quick breakfast, do you have a favorite? Oh! Forgive my rudeness, my name is Onyx Archypurral, but you can call me Onyx baby~!” He chuckled, combing a paw through his greaser hairstyle.

“Oh! Okay…Mr. Onyx! My name is Ditzy Hooves, but most ponies call me Derpy! You're a new face around here, are you just moving in? Normally Miss Pinkie Pie would be all over new folks in town.” She giggled, lightly shifting her hooves so her mail bag could more comfortably settle at her side. The cat laughed a little, shaking his head while taking the box into his open paws before setting it aside.

“Nah nah, just passing through, a couple…business associates of mine are here to pick up a few folks before heading east through the forest. I guess you can say this little ramshackle hole is more so a rental than…permanent residence.” Onyx mused, leaning against the doorframe whilst they casually conversed.

There was something about his eyes that rubbed Derpy the wrong way, yet she couldn’t find it in herself to look away for long. Even as her heart began to beat a mile a minute, utterly enthralled by the gentlecat’s soothing presence. It felt as if every ounce of deception she could have possibly had was melted away, faded into obscurity in favor of his enchanting glamor.

“O-oh! You better be careful there mister, that forest is baaaaad news, it has lots of dangerous monsters, many have been very active to the point Princess Twilight mandated ponies get a permission ticket to cross through there. In there, the weather isn’t controlled by Cloudsdale making it unpredictable. The animals are wild and take care of themselves, Ooo and there are lots of poisonous plants too!” She mumbled, shuffling on her hooves.

An ominous chortle escaped Onyx’s lips, almost as if he found what the mare said to be quite humorous, yet at the same time not belittling her warnings. “Ah, trust me when I say my associates and I can handle ourselves quite fine, besides, the pony we seek in this little town is quite precious. We were willing to cross any ocean, scale any mountain, and trek through any dangerous jungle or forest to find her…” The cat placed one paw over his chest, closing his mismatched eyes as if thinking of something.

That brief moment of broken eye contact allowed Derpy to finally release the breath she had been unknowingly holding. Her mind was no longer held captive by that enthralling gaze. Derpy’s empty mind was now filled by something else, something potentially more distracting…curiosity. “If you don’t mind me asking, who is it you are looking for? She must be very important if you people came this far!”

The moment those words left her lips the air would change around them, growing extremely tense. Onyx would pause, his eyes slowly opening to reveal that his heterochromatic green eye had joined its brother in becoming a ruby red. Even his teeth seemed to have shifted, pointed fangs peeking from under his curled lips.

Derpy tried to take a step back, completely blindsided by the change, but it seemed like every muscle in her body had completely locked up. Even her eyes which normally rolled around in her head seemed to pause, with one staring at the ground while the other locked onto the rising threat. Onyx let out a melodic hum, shrugging his shoulders before speaking aloud in an almost sing-songy voice.

“Oh you might actually know her….mmm, she moved ALL the way here from Fillydelphia. We’ve been keeping tabs on her for a long while, she got all cozy here. Got a job, had a filly to call her own, a divorce, caused a couple thousand bits worth of property damage. Now THAT…was rather entertaining to read in the reports, to think ponies are so willing to forgive and forget in these parts.” Onyx yawned and stretched his body out with a few pops.

He approached, his soft paws cupping the underside of the now trembling Derpy’s muzzle, squeezing in a shockingly firm vice. When he smiled it was no longer that sleazy, joking, and endearing one she had so willingly let herself be drawn in by. Instead it was filled with a whole different emotion, a different feeling, one she had only felt in her dreams…bloodlust.

“You know at first I thought it was all an act, a cover to hide your tracks in this pitiful world. When our spies told me that a HARBINGER moved to this peace loving, backwater town out here, I had to see for myself. Now that I got a look at you up close, I know. How can I ever mistake those eyes, those beautiful, beautiful eyes…derpy as they are, they shine bright like bricks of gold. It almost makes me wanna just gouge them out and make em into trophies!~” The sickly sweet cat popped his claws, the sharp points of his thumbs coming inches from Derpy’s dilated pupils.

“But what’s the rush…? We have plenty of time before the first wave of this “Grand Cataclysm” that the higher ups have been preaching about. Now that we have YOU, you're the golden ticket to opening up a big ole treasure trove of goodies before the “Great One” arrives.” He clicked his tongue while gradually retracting his claws.

“With the forgotten gods coming to our world and subsequently their champions, my association needs all the firepower they can get their grubby little mitts on to combat “The Overlord”...” Onyx opened his mouth, revealing a long, black, wet tongue that danced in the air like a bulbous worm. It dragged along Derpy’s tear stricken cheeks, leaving a trail of sticky slobber clinging to her now matted fur.

“With the gods arriving to this world, only the strong few such as myself will rise from the ashes…and climb to the top as the ruler of this world. Hmhmhm…who am I kidding, without the first wave you don’t even have access to your former strength, much less your memories. Good thing we got a hold of you before that…wouldn’t want you meeting with the Overlord just yet, now-”

Before the dastardly cat could finish a second figure emerged from behind Derpy, filling her whole world with pain. Every nerve screamed in pain while both her mane and fur stood up from the surge of electricity. The smell of sizzling flesh and burning hair wafted into the air, filling her lungs.

When her body finally fell, it crumpled like a sack of potatoes into the dirty wooden boards of the porch. Standing behind her in a completely relaxed stance was a second cat of opposing colors to Onyx. This one had been graced by an alabaster coat of white fur, with a voided black spot over one of his squinted red eyes.

Clutched in his paw was a sparking baton laden with glowing, blue, crystal gems that hummed with magical power. The intricate golden frame coiled around the blacksteel base, insulated by a rubber grip that protected the feline’s gloved digits. The arching bolts licked at the air, generating a small aura of light that revealed his mimicking attire that clad the twin’s person. Every bit of his gear matched, only to differentiate his gear had inverted color palettes to Onyx

“Dear brother…what did I tell you about playing with your food…what if the informants were wrong and she WAS an awakened Harbinger? You and I both know that I would end up scooping your ashes from the cobblestone…” Twirling the baton on his palm, the second party cat holstered the deadly stun weapon at his side. His much more intense red eyes staring down at their newly captured prey, cats who caught a twitching mouse.

“Oh hush my dear Wesker…you undermine my infernal born power. Even in this pre awakened body my power is unmatched by the likes of these simple minded ponies. The moment she locked eyes with me, my Incubus charm had her wrapped around my fingers~” Onyx chuckled, crouching down to stare into the glazed eyes of a barely conscious Derpy.

“We have her daughter, my mercenaries managed to silently pick her off and drag her to the convoy, right on schedule. Make sure that Miss “Ditzy Hooves” makes it to the camp INTACT. The blood of a living Harbinger is needed to raise the sunken city of Yureli from its earthly depths in the “other world”...” Wesker turned, walking away from Onyx.

Onyx looked from his brother to Derpy before giving a two finger salute as he rose from his crouched position. Reeling his leather boot back, the petrified Pegasus could only mentally brace as the flash of stars exploded in her vision. More blinding pain, and the swift decline into unconsciousness consumed her mind, tendrils of darkness fading her into a sea of darkness…