DENTICULATION ANTHROPOPHAGITE
Author's Note
Greetings!
Before you begin reading,
I would just like to say that this one shot is EXTREMELY disturbing.
I went all out on the blood and guts.
So, if this isn’t your thing, then please don’t read.
Much love,
- EGO ❤️
DENTICULATION ANTHROPOPHAGITE
Luna’s perspective:
The night of my wrath, like a storm brewing within me, ready to unleash it’s fury at any moment.
It simmers beneath the surface, like venom on the edge of my tongue, waiting to be released.
As I delve into my thoughts, I feel the weight of my emotions pressing down on me. I am like a silly filly, restless and wild, unable to control the tumultuous feelings that blow up within me. But if you were to bow down before my point of view, perhaps you would see beyond the anger and understand the depth of my emotions. Oh how broken minded you are, dear sister. You would see all that I am, and all that I could become if only given the chance to express myself fully.
I’m the one and only ruler!
“This will certainly be a night to remember!”
My evil laugh bellows through the dark halls of the castle, amusing myself with my wicked plan.
There is something maddening in my mind.
A sharp sting of resentment, a jab of unhinged desire.
I quietly enter the royal bedchambers of my dear sister, taking a seat beside her bed for a brief moment. I intensely observe her peaceful slumber, listening to the gentle sound of her soft snoring that fills the serene room.
I watch her every move, like a stalker in the night.
The countless ways in which I could alter her appearance,
turning her into a hideous creature,
seem boundless.
I continuously wonder what her loyal subjects would think if their beautiful princess was transformed into something wickedly ugly, especially from her own sisters hooves!
With an aggressive nudge of my hoof,
my dear sister slowly opens her sleeping eyes.
“Luna, dear sister. What are you doing here?”
With a devilish smirk,
I reply;
“To do what I was always meant to do!”
With a glow at the tip of my alicorn horn, a nightmareish beam of teal light gets dramatically thrown towards the chest of the one who caused me everlasting pain. The air crackles with a potent mix of fury and determination as the beam slices through the darkness, leaving a trail of shimmering particles in its wake.
The teal light dances and swirls,
carrying with it the weight of all the pain and suffering endured, seeking revenge.
As the beam reaches its target, time seems to stand still.
My pathetic sister, who once reveled in her power over me, now stands frozen in fear, her crying eyes widening with the realization that her actions have consequences.
The haunting beam of teal light pierces through their defenses,
unraveling the layers of deceit and cruelty that they have woven around themselves.
“H-How could you do this, Luna?!”
My big sister cries out, panic swelling up in her heart.
“Luna? Who is this ‘Luna’ you speak of?
My name is, ‘Nightmare Moon’!”
I manically say out to my sister, casting my shadowy horror into her soul as I stare into her eyes with a amused, twisted, smile.
With each passing moment, the beam intensifies, drawing upon the strength of my resilience and the unwavering spirit within me.
It pulses with a fierce energy, fueled by the desire for liberation and the need to break free from the chains of torment.
The teal light engulfs her, wrapping around her like a vengeful serpent, ready to kill its prey like a field mouse.
The light wraps around my sister, tightly gripping her body,
hearing her bones pop in the moment of the grip.
Celestia struggles and struggles,
attempting to fight against the lights hold onto her.
“How bold of you to struggle, my dear sister!
Ahh hahah!”
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Shortly after, I firmly grasped Celestia, exerting pressure with determination as I forcefully led the captured princess into an underground chamber that I had recently constructed.
This was a crucial step towards ensuring the flawless execution of my grand master plan.
I had spent months meticulously planning every detail of this operation, from the construction of the underground chamber to the manipulation of key players in the kingdom. Celestia's capture was just the beginning of my carefully orchestrated scheme to seize power and reshape the kingdom in my image.
As I led Celestia into the chamber, her eyes widened in fear and confusion.
I could see the realization dawning on her that she was now at my mercy, a mere pawn in my game of power and control. I relished in the feeling of triumph as I locked the heavy iron door behind us, sealing her fate. The horrifying room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls, adding to the sense of foreboding that permeated the air.
I knew that Celestia's capture would send shockwaves through the kingdom, striking fear into the hearts of those who dared to oppose me. With her out of the way, I was one step closer to achieving my ultimate goal of total domination.
Inside the chamber, I had prepared everything necessary to keep Celestia captive and under my control.
A wooden, dusty, chair was prepared. I sat Celestia down in it, aggressively so, restraining her from movement.
As I stood in front of Celestia, a wicked smile played on my lips.
This was just the beginning of my reign of terror, and nothing would stand in my way. The flawless execution of my grand master plan was well underway, and soon the kingdom would bow before me as its new ruler.
“Tell me, sister, what have I done to deserve this?!”
Celestia cries out
“Ahh haha!”
I let out a wicked laugh, my rapscallion ego piercing through Celestia’s mind.
“Let this be a lesson, my ‘dear’ sister!”
With my magic, I summon a sharp knife, so sharp that it could cut through paper. The blade mirrors Celestia’s shocked expression, glaring back at her as she intensely stares at the weaponized object, fully aware of her destined tormented fate.
Using the knife on her, I allow the bluntness of the knife to profoundly dig into the start of her fluffy, large, right wing.
The smell of crimson red blood fills my nostrils, making me feel a high of ecstasy and a rush of adrenaline.
Cutting through Celestia’s wing, the wing brutally comes crashing down onto the ground,
it’s sound bellowing through the room with a loud echo.
“AHHH!”
An agonizing scream unfolds
Cries and screams and megalomania laugher also fills the room.
As the echoes of her cries fade into the background, I revel in the twisted satisfaction that courses through my veins. The taste of victory is sweet, intoxicating, as I stand over her broken form.
The power I hold, the control I wield, is a heady rush that consumes me.
I gaze upon Celestia, her once radiant presence now reduced to a mere shell of her former self.
The sight of her brokenness, the realization of the pain I have inflicted, fills me with a profound sense of fondness.
I could get used to this!
“As for the other wing…”
Again, with my magic, I summon the knife close to her left wing, slowly moving the blade back and forth, hearing the magical sound of the cracks of her bone as the sharpness pushes through.
And again, with the noise of the falling sound of her wing.
Then, I do something bold, something that no pony in Equestria, or time and space, would even dream of doing.
But, the urges do not suffice.
I summon one of the wings close to my lips, widely opening my mouth.
Teeth buried into pale white, tearing apart the soft feathers of her majesty’s inspectorated flesh.
My sister gasps as the tears streaming down her face, are like a pool of water.
She does nothing but watch the scene I have created, and my actions, a grueling mess.
Chewing fills my brain, the raw meat in flavor, taking over my taste buds on my tongue.
The metallic tang of blood coats my mouth, and the texture of the torn feathers adds a strange crunch to each bite. The sight of my sister's tear-streaked face, frozen in a mixture of shock and horror, only fuels my vexatious satisfaction.
Blood soaks all around my mouth, my saliva, stained with the taste of sanguineous red.
I am consumed by a dark and insatiable hunger, a hunger that cannot be quelled by mere sustenance. It is a hunger for power, for dominance, for a taste of the forbidden.
The act of devouring the inspector's body becomes a symbol of my rebellion,
a defiance against the constraints of society and the expectations placed upon me.
Desire fills my dark cyan eyes. My pupils dilate with passion, wanting more blood, more taste.
I cut a hunk of flesh out of Celestia’s body with the sharp knife,
taking a taste of the addictive feeling I get from the flavors.
“Why?!
Why are you doing this to me?!”
Celestia cries
Aggressively swallowing the meat,
I yell out in annoyance;
“BECAUSE-“
My face grows instantly closer to my sisters, our noses, almost touching.
“-YOU MADE ME DO THIS!”
Celestia whimpers,
showing signs of her physical and emotion weakness.
“N-No! I never asked for this, Luna!”
“I AM NOT LUNA!
I TOLD YOU THAT, ALREADY!”
Our frustrating conversation roars, like a lion, in the blood soaked room.
But, after a while of fighting, I growl in rage, stomping my hooves against the stone cold floor.
Having enough, I jab the once shiny knife, into the very middle of her head,
perfectly down her long and once elegant horn.
Over and over again, blood spews out of the wound.
And, over and over again, I continuously stab her in the same spot.
Her groaning, eventually coming to an end, silencing the lost princess in her final breaths.
“Look what happens when you run your mouth, ‘dear’ sister…”
I mumble to her broken, now soulless and lifeless, dead body.
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