A Forsaken Land

A very powerful voice erupted from a blinding light in front of the cell, it was a bright dark blue. If that makes any sense.
The warlock went mute to the dark blue apparition for a second but not because of fear but because he remembered that pissing off destroyers of world and genocidal maniacs is basically his day job, that and burning houses to the ground and looting the corpses of their inhabitants. As he was reminiscing, Cephas felt lifted in the air and then thrown against the wall. His limbs were extended away from each other, restricting rather drastically his répertoire of spells.

"Aww... Interrogation time already?"

"Stay your tongue unless spoken to. Biped!" Luna said with authority.

"That's not a very nice to treat a guest is it? Plus you're calling me biped like it's an insult and you're the one with ink on her ass need I remind you." the undead teased.

"Stay your tongue or I shall rip it out!"

"Your so-called "anti-magic" cell is pretty useless too, Seriously your arcane powers work, my powers work, you may want to fix this. Safety reasons and what not. By the way that thing about my tongue, I'm not even sure that would even shut me up since I don't know if I use my tongue anymore for speaking. So "ripping my tongue might not prove utility."

"Perhaps I shall sever your tongue just to be sure then."

"Not going to happen. I'm too unique to be damaged and even if you don't care about that, which I highly doubt, my tongue might be useful for the interrogation."

"We were going to ask you some questions after your senses were regained and your stomach's been filled, however you seem to be quite the reluctant type to answer us willingly. It looks like we are going to have to use different methods..." Luna sighed.

Just as Cephas was going to retort with his legendary wit forged in the pits of monologuing evil tyrants, he was struck with an irrestible envy to sleep. Falling into a deep slumber, while the princess looked at him wondering what hid beneath the robes it was wearing. It still boggled Luna's mind when Célestia said that they should be civil with it. It looks it directly came out of Tartarus' deepest chasm. The robes were burgundy with shades of black and bones, that seemed similiar to the unicorns' horns, were sticking out of its extremeties and along the torso. In a manner that suggested the creature was a zombie, which was ridiculous since they were just deformed stories of changelings leaving their victims to wander aimlessly after being sucked dry of their love. The others possibilities were more realistic but still required closer examination. The most frightening features of the garments was the red glow it was radiating, especially around the eyes.

The princess was torn away from her comtemplation by Shining Armor asking : "Your Highness what has happened?!"

The princess took a few seconds before answering.

"It appears our guest wasn't properly contained after all, its magic wasn't properly locked. Your barrier, however stood until I could arrive. The treatement we give it is a bit too smooth."

"What do you suggest to do Princess ?"

"I'll personally escort it to the old torture room for interrogation."

"Pardon me your Highness, but that seems a tad extreme. They haven't been used since... actually I don't even when they were last used."

"Do you know any other places where we might keep it away and slo make it comply to answer us ? Maybe I’ve been away so long that another room could have been created for such a purpose.”

“I don’t think there are any...”

“Then on to the torture room.”

“Your Highness, like I said that might be to extreme, plus you’ve said it yourself, you’ve been away a long time. I wouldn’t know how such matters were setled one thousand years ago but things have changed.” he exclaimed with conviction.

Your are right Captain, however in the old torture room not only are they means to make it talk but there also something that will hold it completely into place.

“But...”

“Lower your barrier Captain, I’ll escort it personally to its new room.”

“I also feel kind of bad for calling it “it”. It clearly shows intelligence so we should see if its male or female and what its called.”

“Once again you prove a good point Captain. I promise you it will be my first question."

With an approving smile on his face he acquiesed and lowered his barrier.

“Thank you Captain. Now would be so kind as to escort your soldiers back to the barracks for a well-deserved rest.”

“Shall I call an escort of guards to follow you below?”

“No, it is unecessary as would posting guards beside the door. In the event of a escape, I don’t want the death of ponies in my conscience and I doubt anypony would just “stumble” into the torture room.”

“Very well Princess.”

Shining Armor lifted up on the soldiers on his hooves and helped the other,who was completely livid, walk back to the barracks. The lunar princess levitated the unconscious biped in front of her and trotted out of the dungeon’s cells toward the circular stairs at the end. As she descended, she wondered how Célestia would react. Would she approve of her decision? Hopefully she would see reason and realise the only way to keep the creature still was to lock it up in the deeps of the dungeon.

While going down, she scrutunised the creature again and came to the conclusion that the closest thing it could be compared to would be a hornless, skinny minotaur using magic. She stiffled a giggle as she reached the end of the flight.

“Well that dumbs it down... It should be damned for not being cooperative!” she ended with a sigh while opening the second door on her right. It creaked loudly enough to wake up the dead.Which it did since Cephas woke up to the sight of all sorts of his favorite torture tools. The dismembering table or the classic iron maiden. About all of these items were more or less covered in rust and some had a form more suitable for quadrupeds. He then was floated back to the wall and saw that they were manacles on it. They were surprisingly not envelopped at all by the rust and the warlock had time to see that they were runical symbols on them close to that of the metal dwarves of Northrend.

When the blue horse tried to approach him to close the manacles with her hooves, Cephas looked at her having trouble closing the manacles around his ankles and wrists.

It's kind of funny seeing her do all that without realising I'm fully awake. Hooray for cowls! I suppose the why she isn't using her magic to close these manacles is A : she can't levitate two things at a time B : they're totally magic deterrent. It actually doesn't even matter that I'm awake since I can't move squat.

Luna had finished locking the leg manacles and had a greater trouble with the forelimbs manacles since she to stand so high on two hooves. She felt a small chill down her spine and looked at the sleeping figure's cowl trying to peer into its gaze. She was barely a hoof away from its face when he suddenly yelled : I SHALL NOT BE DENIED! MY VENGEANCE!