Reborn in a Dating Sim: Life as a Mob is hard in an Equestria Girl’s Dating Game!

Reborn in a Dating Sim:

Life as a Mob is hard in an Equestria Girl’s Dating Game!

Chapter Interlude

She sat, confined to a single room. It was neither unwelcoming or overly posh. Instead the room itself was simply a room. There was a sitting chair, which she occupied, a bed, and lastly a dresser with a mirror. She’d attempted to break the mirror once. Her thoughts on doing so were simply because shards of glass were as good as a knife in close combat. After eight attempts she discovered that the glass had to be enchanted. It wouldn’t break.

With that out of the way she had decided to sit in the room. There had been clothes brought, all of which appeared to be in her size. She wore none of them. Instead she remained inside of the ceremonial offering suit that she had worn. It was meant to be the very last suit she’d ever wear. Her father, King Sombra, had explained that it was her time. She was to fulfill her destiny, and in doing so he would be proud of her.

She would have his acceptance, his love, his unwavering pride. Those were the things she desperately wanted, and now that was gone. That foolish hero had stolen it all from her. She couldn’t give her life so that her father’s dreams could become a reality. All she could do was sit and stare at the door. She waited to see who would be coming this time. There were usually two of them. They were both demi-human, and both were rabbit women.

One seemed a little more inclined to be conversation than the other, but she didn’t let her guard down. They could not be trusted. They were the servants of the hero after all. They were foolish to follow him. Foolish to be swayed by his words, his looks, his personality, or his station. He was an obstacle, one that her father would remove eventually. The world belonged to him. It was merely a matter of time until he came to claim it. Those like her were lucky that he graced them with the opportunity to be able to serve.

Her purple eyes watched the door carefully. The last thing she needed was for them to come when she was unprepared. She did not want to give them any kind of advantage. She wanted to ensure that they would receive the same cold responses that she’d given them. They would get nothing more that they could use against her father. She would simply wait and bide her time. The moment would come again that she could serve her father fully.

Perhaps that moment would be to remove the foolish hero himself. If she could observe the schedules of the others, figure out their comings and goings, then it would be a simple matter. She would need only to get close to him, and it would only need to be once. That one time she could stab a knife, a shard of glass, a bit of sharpened metal, or even an ice pick into him. Going for the throat would be the simplest and fastest. It would ensure that he died, and reviving him would be next to impossible.

It would take a priest that had the powers of resurrection, and even then it was not guaranteed. If this hero had done a great many deeds it could be that his life’s purpose was already fulfilled. At that moment the gods could decide that he simply deserved his rest, and if that was the case they would not allow him to return. Personally she hoped for that. She hoped that they would keep him wherever it was that he would go. Allow him whatever splendor of the following life, and then allow her father the chance to rule the world as he so desired.

That would be a fair change, or at least she certainly believed that it would be. To her the idea of her father ruling was a perfect solution. It allowed the world to move in a direction it needed. The world could become perfect. It could become the kind of place that people would live already knowing what their lives would entail. There would be no discord, no petty arguments, and all would be satisfied with knowing that their every decision was already made for them.

There would be no time that anyone could argue about their lot in life. If any seemed to be upset at the situation then they would become soldiers in her father’s army. Those soldiers were either those fitted with the helms of knowledge, or they were the dead brought back to glorious life. Those that were the dead were truly lucky. They had the potential to serve her father forever. They would never need to worry about the simple matters of life. Instead they would forever be able to just serve him fully.

Those fitted with the Helms of Knowledge were also lucky. Their entire outlook was changed. They were able to see things as her father wished them to see them. They knew only his will, and they knew their place. They would fight to the death, and not once would they feel pain. The Helm of Knowledge was truly one of the single greatest things her father had created. It’s entire purpose was to bring the unenlightened to her father’s great vision.

The door opened, and she prepared herself. She knew that the two rabbit women would be entering, but to her surprise it was the hero. Her eyes narrowed at him, and she balled up her fist. She had no shard of glass, sharpened metal, knife, or anything else that could be used to deal with him. Instead she felt her own hands, and knew that they would have to work. She would need to simply cut off his oxygen for long enough. She began to stand, but another stepped out from behind him. It was less conversational rabbit woman.

“My father will crush you,” the words came from her lips, “He will crush you for taking my purpose from me.”

The hero simply looked at her, “Your purpose was to die?”

She laughed, “All living things purposes are to die. That is a simple truth. If you live, breath, and eat then you will die. My purposes was to die for the will of my father. My purpose was to ensure that his will would be done. What you have done is stolen that from me. He will come and correct this with your life.”

“He will not,” the less conservational rabbit woman said, “We shall ensure that.”

She glared at the rabbit woman. Her jaw was set, and she was prepared for whatever torture they would finally enact on her. That was the only reason she could be alive. She had personally tortured hundreds, if not thousands, of beings before. Before her father began to train her to become one with the armor she had been his information gatherer. It was her purpose. She tortured those they captured, and if torture didn’t work then she would break open their minds. That was more difficult, but not impossible.

It took time, gathering trust, acting as another prisoner, getting them to slowly open up, and then watching as they began to see her as their confidant. It was only then that she would play two parts. The first was the friend, the confidant, and the other would be her normal self. She wouldn’t be seen, just beyond the point of sight, and there would be a stand in body. Her voice inside of her suit was different from her weak natural voice.

Inside of her suit her voice was feminine version of her father’s voice. It was perfect. It was a voice of power, a voice of resolution, and a voice to be worshiped. Her voice was a weak voice. A voice of childish fright and fantasies of the flesh. It was a voice that belonged to a being that was unfit to belong to her father. And yet he cared enough for her to give her the chance to prove herself. So she did, with a religious fever.

When she performed her little show it could possibly take two or three times of it, but it was always the same. The other one would break. They would beg for her to stop, to please leave their friend alone, to take and beat them instead. The answer would always be the same. Tell her what she wanted to know, and the torture would stop. It would finally come. They would give all they knew, everything, every single last detail, and once it was confirmed, she would show who she was truly was.

That was the last break. Their wills would be gone, the light of hope disappeared from their eyes, and they would fall into despair. Most would die on their own at that point. There was nothing left for them to hold on for. The one they thought they were protecting didn’t exist, and they had betrayed those that they fought for. There was nothing left for them to go back to, nothing left for them to live with. They were completely and utterly alone.

With that finally realization most simply left this life behind. There were a good many of their armies that were filled with them. Those that didn’t die became helmed. It was a glorious gift her father gave them. So she waited. She waited to see if the torture would come. She waited to see if that final start of what she knew to be true. She watched as the hero moved across the room. There was a place on the wall he touched.

When he did it seemed to change, and realized that it was magic. There a small panel appeared. This was something else she knew. She had used magical artifacts to torture others. From the look of it the panel was likely to control lightning. She readied her body, it wouldn’t break her. She was above simple torture methods like that. She watched as he moved something, and instead of the pain of electrical current moving through her a simple cool breeze filled the room.

“It’s a little stuffy in here, and I thought that you could use a little better temperature,’ he said as he looked toward her, “I know that you’re not inclined to believe me, and I know that you’re not inclined to listen to anything that I say. In truth, I believe that there’s more than a small chance that you’ll simply ignore it and focus on what to do in order to get back at me for defeating your leader. I hate to inform you, but that’s not going to happen. Not because I believe that you will give up trying, but because I have great trust in those I care for.”

“Your faith in your friends is going to be your downfall,” she snarled at him, “It’s a weakness, a terrible one. A weakness that shows little growth. You grant clemency to those that would destroy you. You accept one into your home that has desire to see you dead, and yet you believe that those you care for will be able to protect you. It is a weakness. A terrible one that will cost you everything. Friends can be taken, changed, altered, and seduced. Those that you consider lovers can betray you. Your entire world can end, and there is nothing that you can do about it.”

He looked at her, “And yet I believe that they won’t betray me,” he replied, “I have no doubt that the day will come when some of those that I hold most dear will pass. All mortal things die after all. That is the one thing your leader was right about. Everything that lives does die, but that isn’t everything’s purpose. It is merely a fact of life. A person’s purpose isn’t always known to them right away. Sometimes it takes years for them to find one.”

She growled at him, “I had a PURPOSE!” she shouted, “You stole it from me! You stole what I was meant to do! I was to die for my father! He is my everything and you stole that from me!”

He shook his head, “I saved you from a gruesome death. I didn’t steal your purpose, I gave you a chance to find one. I believe in second chances. I think that most people deserve them. I’d like to think that you do. Look, I’m not going to ask you anything about your leader,” he said before she snarled at him.

“My FATHER!” she shouted, “HE’S MY FATHER!”

He looked at her, “A father doesn’t send his child to die,” he replied, “No father would. Even someone like him wouldn’t send someone that he loved to die. He was your leader, and I’m betting that you had parents, maybe siblings, and I’d like to learn about them, but for now, can I have your name?”

She spat at him, “I am the daughter of my father, Starlight Glimmer, bringer of destruction, leader of the dark armies, and the very one that will take your soul to the depths of the underworld where it belongs. Know my name and despair mortal.”

She didn’t see despair on his face. She didn’t see terror there either. Instead she saw compassion and pity. She turned her head from him. Her Violet hair with the small teal strip moving with the turn, “Mortal, I don’t need your sympathy or your concern. Save those emotions for yourself. Eventually I will come for you. I will enact vengeance for my father. His will cannot be thwarted by the likes of you.”

“That’s where you are wrong,” the rabbit woman said, “My Captain can overcome much. He’s far more powerful than you want to give him credit for. He has stood up to countless challenges, and he has done it with a surprising amount of concern for those that would harm him. In truth, I believe that his concern for someone like you is evidence that he is worthy of being called a hero. I also believe that it would have been simpler to simply crush you in the palm of Avarice while you were there.”

She looked toward the rabbit woman her eyes glaring at her, “He stole my purpose!”

The rabbit woman moved toward her, “Death by crushing, death by being overtaken by that living armor, death by old age, it doesn’t matter does it?” she asked as she neared her, “It’a all the same. You move from one stage to another. That purpose hasn’t been stolen. It still exists. Eventually, you will arrive at that point. Why you are in such a hurry to do so I have no idea. The fanatical way you want to serve your father makes me believe that you have been conditioned for an exceptionally long time.”

She turned her head from her, “He is my father, and I love him,” she stated, her voice firm, “Once I fulfilled my purpose he was going to raise me back, give me a body like his, and I would become his queen. I would sit by his side forever, ruling with him, bending to his will, and allowing my new body to fulfill all desires he might have. That was my purpose, the purpose that your master stole from me!”

The hero stood there his eyes wide, and she glared at him, “What?!” she demanded, “Is it not the duty of every daughter to bend to the will of their father?! Is it not her duty to ensure that his needs are met?! Does her life not exist without him?! I had a purpose! I had a reason to exist, and it is gone!”

He looked at her, “No father should want to harm his child,” he said, his voice even, “No father should ever want to fuck his own child. What was happening to you wasn’t right. What you went through wasn’t right. It was way beyond normal,” he stated, his voice never rising in pitch or anger, “Look, I understand that you likely don’t want to hear a bit of this, but honestly from what you’ve said your father wasn’t a father to you. He was someone that was using you for his own ends. He was a leader, a master, a tyrant, but he wasn’t a father. He would never be a father.”

“TAKE THAT BACK!”

She glared at him, “TAKE IT BACK NOW!” she demanded, “HE IS A GREAT FATHER! HE IS THE ONLY FATHER I WILL EVER HAVE, AND YOU WILL RESPECT HIM AS THE SOVEREIGN KING OF THE NIFLHEIM!”

He didn’t react. He wasn’t afraid. He didn’t show anything except for the same emotions of pity and compassion. She wanted to rip those emotions from him, to force him to eat them, but instead she could merely look. The moment he stepped into the room something on the seat she sat on gripped her tightly. It held her there, and she could not struggle against it. She’d tried before with the rabbit women, and all that had ended up happening was the chair fell over. They had righted her, explained that she would not be able to get up while they were there, and it was useless to struggle until such time they could see that she would not react violently.

She hated this, she hated him, and she wanted to end his life. She wanted to see his entrails strewn across the room, to see his face blank of emotion, to hear the final rattling breaths as they left his cooling corpse. She wanted to see him laid out as a present for her father, and to finally receive the acceptance that she longed for. She tried to struggle, feeling the chair moving, and before it could tip she stopped, “I will eventually be free,” she growled, her voice cold and hard as a dagger, “I will be free, and I will find you. When I do I will gut you like a fish. There is nothing that can save you from me. I will destroy you. It will be a death that is second to none, and I can promise you that.”

He didn’t react in fear, “He did so much damage to you,” he replied, his voice sounding more full of concern, “Artemis, is there anything that we can do to help her? I mean really, isn’t there something that we can do that would be able to reach her?”

The rabbit woman looked at him, “My Captain, there is the possibility that some of the technology left behind under the temple may have a way of undoing the metal trauma that she’s suffered, but as for changing who she is… I fear that there is nothing that can be done on that front. She has to want to change, and that can only happen after she’s experienced what you are doing now. As much as I disagree with this, being kind to her is likely the only way that will eventually reach her.”

“It will never reach me!” she growled, “I will see you dead! I will see your demi-human whore dead!”

Whatever words she was going to speak next never came. She expected torture, she expected violence, and neither happened, Instead the hero lifted his hand, a small light appeared, and then she couldn’t speak. She tried to say something, but she couldn’t even hear her own voice. She glared at him, but his eyes were still so stupidly full of compassion and pity, “Don’t speak about her like that. Artemis is special to me, and if it were accepted she would be more than she is. She is not a whore, she is my companion, confidant, and friend.”

He shook his head, “I’ll come back as often as I can, and we will try to get past this. I’ve already spoken to the head priestess, and she’s agreed to have a specialist doctor come and visit with you. I believe that being able to talk about your past will possibly free you from it. I’m going to give you a single piece of advice. Hate burns you from the inside out. It leaves nothing but a husk there. Don’t let it completely consume you.”

With that they left, and her voice returned, “I WILL KILL YOU BOTH! I’LL KILL EVERYTHING YOU FUCKING LOVE!”

She hoped he could hear her, but she doubted it. She sat there, the room surrounded her, and she was alone, “Father, I’m sorry, I failed you again,” she said as she closed her eyes, “I am weak without you. Please, come save me.”