The Tomb World of Equestria

Life

Oh how I would delight in extinguishing every last bit of it. Life grows as a creeping parasite in a once perfect void, infesting every surface and twisting it to its will. Life has truly become the object of my eternal hatred. Life is my polar opposite, really the opposite of all of my brethren. And what truly is life you may ask?

Chaos

Life is pure chaos, convulsing and undulating hideously and pointlessly in this once perfect emptiness. The torchbearers of life ironically undid our foes, a pity that they birthed their own destruction in a fruitless attempt to enhance their meager power. Now their hideous deities seek to spread their corruption here. Pure life versus pure death, a fitting showdown, no?

Death

And what is death?

Order

Oh there exists not a purer order in all of creation than the absolute tranquility of death. A pure black abyss that devours the abomination of life in its unfathomable maw, and I am its greatest bearer. Destroying the poisonous tendrils of life gives me the satisfaction that I am bringing this universe closer to peace than any self-proclaimed pacifist ever could. Life is also delicious, for it produces souls for my brethren to feast upon. A pity that life will sprout back up no matter what we do to it, it must be harvested to keep it in check.

Those poor shadows of life turned me loose on their enemies, ones whose lives were a delight to snuff out, planet by purged planet. Their feeble weaponry could not harm me, nor their spawn's meddling. The shadows joined me in everlasting death, bringing more order and void to this galaxy. We were shattered by them, but it matters not, we exist on.

And so long as I exist, death will have a bearer, to shroud the galaxy in its' majesty once again. One to bring the scythe to the wheat of life. One to cleanse and feed on the souls of this scourge.

One to bring the night