Author's Note

Merry Christmas people hope you’re having a wonderful day. Hope y’all get some good presents, and in the words of SpongeBob. DON’T BE A JERK IT’S CHRISTMAS

Ps: should I change the title because everyone’s thinking I’m going to hiatus

UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT

(Sureiya 1st pov)

I sat at the round table, surrounded by the council of Chimera City. My herd was present too, their expressions a mix of quiet concern and trust. The room was oppressively silent, the weight of expectation settling on everyone’s shoulders. All eyes were on me, waiting for me to speak.

After our battle with the Equestrians, I ordered their soldiers, the Element Bearers, and even the two princesses to be taken down to the underground prison cells beneath Town Hall. Those cells had been designed for emergencies like this, reinforced to hold all 5,000 captives.

Each cell was locked down and shielded by crystals I had charged with a unique, special energy—anti-magic. While confined, their abilities were completely nullified, leaving them defenseless. But even as I sat here, their fate weighed heavily on my mind.

I couldn’t ignore the memory of my recent conversation in the Void.

(Flashback in the Void)

“I must say, my boy, your training has borne incredible fruit,” Yahweh said as we sat around the shimmering table he had conjured. His tone was approving, even lighthearted. Yet I stayed silent, my eyes fixed on the cup in front of me. Its dark surface mirrored my turbulent thoughts.

She was there too. Faust. I felt her gaze on me, heavy but patient. I didn’t dare meet her eyes. I couldn’t—not after what I’d done to her daughters.

Then, a soft hand rested on my shoulder, pulling me from my spiral. I glanced down at the white-furred appendage and slowly followed it upward, until I was looking into her face. Her expression wasn’t what I expected. There was no anger, no accusation. Only sadness, tempered by understanding.

“I hope you know I don’t hate you for this,” Faust said softly.

My eyes widened. “I don’t see how. I… I humiliated and brutalized both your daughters.”

She sighed, her gaze tinged with pain. “You did. And while I’m not happy about it, I understand why you did it. My daughters—Celestia especially—forced your hand. What matters to me is that you showed restraint. You could have taken their lives, but you didn’t.”

Her words struck deeper than any condemnation could have. Before I could respond, she leaned in and kissed my cheek. I stiffened, my face heating slightly.

“Don’t let this haunt you,” she continued. “You did what you had to, to protect your people.”

“Thank you,” I murmured, her forgiveness lifting a weight I hadn’t realized I was carrying.

Yahweh leaned forward, his glowing form radiating calm curiosity. “So, what’s next?” he asked, his voice steady but probing.

I hesitated, my thoughts swirling. “I’ve been considering my options, but none of them feel right. If I heal their injuries and send them back, it’ll embolden them to try again. But keeping them here risks angering all of Equestria. Either path could lead to more destruction.”

“And yet you have an idea,” Yahweh said, his light shifting slightly, as though narrowing in focus.

I met his gaze, my voice steady but laced with determination. “I do. But it’s… complicated. I need time to decide.”

(End of Flashback)

The memory lingered as I surveyed the council chamber. The silence was heavy, and all eyes were on me. My people waited, their trust palpable yet weighted with the enormity of expectation. I had made my decision.

“Listen up, everyone,” I began, my voice cutting through the stillness. “I want 10,000 of you to come with me to Equestria.”

My words stunned them. Their faces ranged from shock to uncertainty as they tried to process my announcement.

“Umm… babe, what are you planning?” Rumi asked hesitantly, her ears twitching as she studied me.

I took a deep breath and continued. “Equestria is in the state it’s in because it hasn’t been managed properly. When I was sent here, I learned about Celestia and Luna’s upbringing. Their mother, Faust, wanted to raise them to embrace all races equally, no matter how different. But after she disappeared, the greedy nobles who raised them pushed their own twisted ideals onto them. They believed ponies were superior simply because of their abundant magic and control over the sun and moon. These beliefs were forced onto the princesses during their most impressionable years, shaping them into who they are now.”

I paused, letting my words sink in before delivering the rest.

“We’re going to Equestria to give them the correction they desperately need. If we don’t intervene now, they’ll become a lost cause. In other words, we’re invading Equestria—but not the way they invaded us. We’re not enslaving anyone. We’re not killing anyone. We’re not destroying their homes. We’re there to correct their way of life. To show them that when push comes to shove, there’s always a bigger kid on the playground.”

The room was silent, but I could sense their unease. I steeled myself and pressed on.

“To do this, we have to shatter their morale. It’s the only way to make them listen. We’ll play devil’s advocate and use their own princesses and Element Bearers against them. Once their heroes are in shackles, it will give us the leverage we need to begin rooting out the corruption. And as long as they know we can act against them at any time, they won’t challenge us.”

The council exchanged uneasy glances. Finally, Geld spoke up, his voice cautious. “Sir, I understand your reasoning, but… doesn’t this seem cruel?”

I smiled faintly. “I’m glad you feel that way—it shows you’re not monsters. Yes, it’s harsh, but sometimes doing good requires making hard choices. And those choices fall to someone with a strong enough will to bear the weight. Do you trust me?”

For a moment, no one spoke. Then Ignis stood, his wings rustling as he straightened. “I trust your judgment.”

Beni Maru rose next. “Same here.”

One by one, the council members stood, their voices of approval echoing in the chamber.

“Good,” I said, nodding. “We’ll leave first thing tomorrow. Spread the word—volunteers are to assemble outside the city gates by sunrise. We’ll need 10,000, and a few of you will need to stay behind to keep things running. Any volunteers?”

“I’ll stay,” Ohiram said firmly.

“Same here,” Capper added.

“Someone’s gotta keep the dragons in line. Ignis nodded. “I’ll remain, too.”

I turned to my herd. “And I’m assuming none of you are staying behind, right?”

“Are you crazy?” Gobuko asked. “There’s no way we’re staying here without you.”

“Besides,” Rachnera added with a sly grin, “we wouldn’t be able to sleep at night without you ramming those two giant—”

“Ayo!” I shouted, clamping a hand over her mouth before she could finish. The others burst into laughter, easing some of the tension in the room.

With that, we adjourned. As the council dispersed, I made my way to the underground cells.

The corridor was dimly lit, the air thick with the mingled stench of sweat and despair. As I walked past the cells, the prisoners’ eyes followed me. Some stared with fear, others with hate, but I ignored them. Their fates were of their own making.

At the far end of the corridor was the largest cell, holding the eight most dangerous captives—Celestia, Luna, and the six Element Bearers.

I arrived just as they were regaining consciousness. Groans and pained murmurs filled the air.

“What… what happened? Where am I?” Celestia muttered, clutching her chest. A massive bruise covered the right side of her face, its size a testament to the force behind it.

“Dammit, my wings… they feel broken,” Rainbow Dash gritted out, her limp wings twitching uselessly.

“This hurts somethin’ fierce,” Applejack groaned, trying and failing to move her shattered legs.

“Would you like me to heal those?” I asked, stepping closer. My voice made them all turn to me.

The moment their eyes landed on me, I saw recognition—and dread.

“Let us out! Now!” Celestia demanded, attempting to rise, only to falter as her weakened body betrayed her.

“You’re in no position to make demands,” I replied coolly. “Now, stay still. This won’t hurt a bit.”

I summoned my chimera energy, careful to avoid disrupting the anti-magic properties of the cell. A wave of green light burst from me, enveloping the prisoners. Their injuries mended within moments, leaving them physically unharmed.

“Rest while you can,” I said, my tone calm but firm. “I’ll have food brought to you, and you’ll be escorted to the bathing area in shifts. In the morning, we’re all taking a little trip to Equestria.”

The weight of my words hit them immediately. Fear and despair darkened their expressions as realization dawned.

Without another word, I turned and strode back down the corridor, ascending the stairs and leaving the dungeon behind.

Back in my quarters, I gazed out the window at the setting sun. Exhaustion pressed against me, but there was no rest yet. Soon, it would be time for the sun and moon to trade places.

Raising my hand, I felt the soft golden glow Faust had gifted me in the Void. As I moved my hand, the sun followed its motions, dipping below the horizon.

(The Next Day)

I gathered all the prisoners from the underground dungeon and brought them to the city gates. There, the 10,000 soldiers I had requested were waiting, along with my herd, my daughter, and the council members who chose to join me.

“Hey, sir, I’ve got a question,” Regred spoke up.

“What’s on your mind, my guy?” I replied, turning to the hobgoblin.

“Well… if Celestia and Luna are the ones who control the sun and moon, and they were locked up in those anti-magic cells, how are the sun and moon still swapping places?”

His question seemed to catch everyone off guard, including the princesses, the Element Bearers, and their soldiers.

“Let’s just say I was given a little gift,” I said with a smirk, raising my hand. A golden glow encased it as I gestured to the sky.

I moved my hand back and forth, and the sun obediently followed my motions, settling perfectly in place before I dispelled the glow. The stunned silence that followed was priceless.

The wide-eyed expressions and slack jaws of everyone present made me burst into laughter. “Hahaha! Yo, you guys are gonna catch flies if you don’t close your mouths!”

“How… how did you do that?” Celestia stammered, her eyes wide with shock.

I turned to her, my mask hiding the smug grin I couldn’t suppress. “A magician never reveals his secrets,” I said simply, then turned to address the crowd.

“All right, everyone, you know the plan and your assignments. The areas you’ll be teleported to are already marked. Remember: you are to calmly and non-lethally subdue any resistance. Under no circumstances are you to harm civilians. If they attack, restrain them with the least amount of force necessary. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir!” they shouted in unison.

“Good. Let’s get this started.”

I charged my chimera energy, and a large rune appeared beneath us, crackling with electricity. In a burst of lightning, we vanished, teleported to our destinations.

(Third POV - Canterlot City)

Chaos

Chaos was the only word that could describe the capital of Equestria at that moment. Initially, the city was quiet, though a tense unease hung in the air. The citizens knew their princesses, along with the Elements of Harmony, had led an army to confront the mysterious invaders—monsters who had abducted ponies from their homes. These creatures were said to be led by a shadowy figure, the same one responsible for destroying six buildings in the city almost two weeks ago.

But as the days passed without the princesses or the heroes returning, rumors began to spread. Whispers of defeat, failure, or worse ran rampant. Could it be possible? Princess Celestia and Princess Luna—goddesses of the sun and moon, rulers of Equestria—defeated? Alongside the six ponies who had vanquished countless threats before?

The idea was unthinkable… until it wasn’t.

A sudden flash of light appeared in the city center, blinding those nearby. As it faded, what was revealed sent a collective chill through the hearts of every pony present.

A crowd of unfamiliar creatures, monstrous and diverse, filled the square. Yet it wasn’t their sheer number or strange forms that crushed the spirits of the onlookers. It was who stood at the front of the group: the two princesses, the six Elements of Harmony, and several Equestrian soldiers, all shackled and restrained.

Leading them was him.

Sureiya Okumura.

For many ponies, this was their first time seeing him clearly. He stood taller than the average pony—at least 7’1”, towering over even Princess Luna by an inch. A hood and mask obscured most of his face, but piercing red eyes glowed from beneath the mask’s slits. What skin was visible was a dark, ebony brown, marked with intricate patterns unlike anything they’d seen before. His large, black draconic wings were fully extended, boasting an impressive 12-foot wingspan. Behind him, a long, thrashing tail with a venomous stinger only added to his imposing presence.

Panic quickly set in. Screams echoed through the streets as ponies fled to their homes, desperate to escape the army of creatures now standing in their midst. A few local guards attempted to intervene, but it took only a word from Sureiya—a reminder of the hostages they held—for them to falter.

Fear.

Sureiya could feel it radiating from every direction as he led the group through the streets toward the castle.

Reaching the castle doors, Sureiya and his forces encountered little resistance. The guards who remained were too paralyzed by fear to act.

Once inside, Sureiya grabbed the nearest staff member, a trembling maid whose wide eyes brimmed with tears.

“Can you do me a favor, please?” he asked gently, kneeling slightly to meet her gaze. “Gather every available staff member and have them meet in the throne room. Can you do that for me?”

His voice and the light scratching behind her ears were meant to comfort her, and while she nodded in agreement, her fear was still palpable.

“Y-Yes, sir,” she stammered before scurrying off to carry out his request.

Within 40 minutes, the castle staff had gathered in the throne room, nervous and anxious. Their whispers filled the space as they glanced at one another, wondering what would happen next.

Sureiya stood before them, his wings half-extended, drawing every eye to him.

“I’m sure most of you know who I am,” he began, his deep voice echoing through the chamber. “But for those who don’t, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sureiya Okumura.

“Two days ago, your princesses, alongside the Elements of Harmony, led an invasion of my city. My people did not take kindly to such an act. Now, before you panic, let me assure you: everyone who participated in that invasion is alive. But their actions have consequences—consequences that you will all soon come to understand.

“To explain further, I need you to spread the word: there will be a royal announcement in two hours. Inform everyone. Am I clear?”

The staff nodded, fearful but compliant. Sureiya’s wings flared slightly, sending a faint but deliberate ripple of unease through the crowd before they dispersed to spread his message.

Sureiya turned his attention back to Celestia, Luna, and the Elements of Harmony, all of whom were shackled and subdued.

“I’m sure you’re wondering what’s going on,” he said, his tone cold. “The answer is simple. I can’t trust you not to try something like this again. You’ve gone too far off the deep end, and it’s clear you’ve failed to protect even your own subjects from each other.

“Until I believe you’re capable of handling your duties, Equestria will be under new management—my management.”

The reactions were immediate. Tears filled their eyes, and a chorus of whimpers and anguished cries filled the room. Fear, dread, and despair emanated from them in waves, but Sureiya stood firm.

For a moment, he almost felt like the villain they believed him to be. But he reminded himself: They brought this upon themselves.

And so, Sureiya turned and strode from the room, leaving them to grapple with the reality of their situation.

(2 hours later)

Sureiya made his way to the castle balcony that overlooked the city. He had taken the time to walk the halls and explore the castle, trying to familiarize himself with its layout and staff. Unfortunately, his attempts to connect with the staff had been largely unsuccessful—a situation that didn’t surprise him in the least.

As he explored the rooms, he selected the largest guest room for himself and his companions, ensuring their comfort. The room beside it was reserved for their daughter, Nezuko.

Speaking of Nezuko, her arrival had caused quite a stir. To say everyone was shocked by her appearance would be an understatement. Yet, she seemed to have better luck with the castle staff than Sureiya did. Sweet and adorable as she was, it was hard for anyone not to like her. However, a few staff members had given her the cold shoulder. This was something Sureiya knew he needed to address—they clearly hadn’t realized that Nezuko was his adopted daughter. He wouldn’t tolerate any disrespect toward her.

Sureiya also marked the rooms where his council members would stay, as well as those designated for the Elements of Harmony. The princesses were allowed to keep their rooms, but he had already conducted a thorough check to ensure there were no hidden passageways or escape routes. He found none.

Now, the time had come. Standing on the balcony, Sureiya looked out over the crowd of ponies, demi-monsters, and other races gathered below. He released a small amount of his bloodlust—just enough to capture their attention and silence the murmurs. Then he began to speak.

“Greetings, citizens of Equestria. My name is Sureiya Okumura. You’re probably wondering why I’m here, what’s going on, and where your princesses are. Allow me to explain. Your princesses, along with the Elements of Harmony, decided it was a good idea to invade my people. Why? Because some of their own subjects abandoned this so-called harmonious kingdom, seeking refuge in mine. They didn’t trust your corrupt system.

“Some of you might think, But this is the land of peace and harmony. What corruption could there possibly be? Well, let me enlighten you. For starters, you treat any race that isn’t a pony like second-class garbage. Some of you even believe it’s acceptable to enslave those you deem inferior.

“And let me add this—the icing on the cake,” Sureiya continued, his voice growing colder. “There are countless ponies from this very kingdom who were enslaved by their own peers. Why? Because their so-called equals believed their wealth and status gave them the right. I rescued those ponies. And do you know what they did?”

He let the question hang in the air, his gaze sharp as it swept over the crowd.

“They pledged their loyalty to me. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t demand it. I told them they were free—welcome to stay in my city or return here. But why would they stay in a kingdom where their own kind enslaved them simply for thinking they were superior?

“When the time came for battle, those same ponies stood by my side on the battlefield. They faced your princesses as enemies. Now, what does that tell you?”

His words dripped with venom, each syllable cutting deeper into the silence that had gripped the crowd.

His words rippled through the crowd, sowing unease. Sureiya’s sharp eyes caught the nervous glances exchanged by some of the high-class nobles. Their guilt was plain as day. He made a mental note to have them brought in for questioning.

“Let me be clear,” he continued, his voice unwavering. “Your princesses came looking for a fight—a fight they lost. I’ve decided that I can no longer trust them to manage this kingdom responsibly. Until they prove themselves capable, Equestria is under new management—my management.”

Sureiya was accustomed to the looks of fear and dread that now spread through the crowd. Many ponies clung to their loved ones, some clutching their children as if afraid they would be snatched away.

“This change won’t impact your lives negatively,” he assured them, his tone firm but devoid of malice. “Not much will change. I’m not here to subjugate you, but to guide you toward a better path.

“I suggest you start adjusting to the new faces around you—you’ll be seeing them often. No one will be forced out of their homes to make room for my people. We’ll build our own spaces. All you need to do is tolerate their presence and learn to get along. As I said, we’re not here to enslave or dominate. We’re here to ensure a better future for everyone.”

He paused, allowing his words to sink in. “For now, all court sessions with the crown are on hold. They’ll resume next week on a regular schedule. If there are issues, I will handle them personally. Until then, I suggest you all begin adapting to your new reality.”

His voice remained steady and factual, offering no room for argument. Sureiya Okumura had spoken, and Equestria was now under his rule—whether they liked it or not.