Personal Log: Entry no.781237

Midnight’s integration into the collective went smoothly enough, especially since I had no choice but to lie to everypony. I told Rainbow Dash that Midnight was a Royal Guard who believed the killer was a greater threat than us and wished to join us in stopping them. Dash didn’t buy it at first as she addressed the non-standard issue weapon on Midnight’s wings. She saved herself by stating that she was “Special Forces”. Dash seemed to believe that; sadly it didn’t last long. Midnight and I never factored in the Public announcement the Guard would make about our sudden cooperation. Dash confronted me in private, and she was less than pleased about the whole thing.

I told her my plan regarding Midnight and how I would fit her into the end game. She seemed to like this plan. I thought she might. I told her to inform Trixie when she returned from the meeting with the Gryphons, and to leave Scootaloo out of this whole ordeal.

My time has been better spent with Midnight, gaining her trust and learning her methods should the worst come to pass. I’ve learned that sometimes, when in great distress, her ‘sister’ would take control and perform more devastating acts than I thought possible. Such a test was given when I placed her in front of a Hydra. I’d never seen a head cut off before it had the chance to fully grow back before I met her. Midnight Breeze is truly something, and it pains me to know what I must do when the time comes. Unfortunately, this is just the beginning.

With tension rising between myself and the Princesses, who have refused to listen to reason simply because my current… centre is Necromancy, I have come to the conclusion that I too must delve deeper into darkness if I am to survive and protect my friends.

On that note, something terrible has happened; in a desperate attempt to bring me out of hiding, Celestia and Luna both have arrested Spike and placed him in jail as a bargaining chip. This alone has made me bed ridden for the past few days. The girls have done what they could to try and comfort me, including Midnight Breeze who has become more like a friend than I thought. She’s even offered to try and rescue him for me, but I declined on the basis that it could be a trap, and for the time being, I need Midnight.

It is with great sadness, that I must persevere and continue my goal. I know Celestia enough to know that she will not harm Spike in an effort to bring me out of hiding. But this action she has taken has reaffirmed my original goal. I WILL kill Celestia for this…

I placed the log down on my bedside table, accidentally knocking the glass over the edge. With quick reflexes, I stopped the glass and the water both from falling any further and rested it beside the book. It was then that I came up with something terrible, but justified. I threw my bed sheets off and ran out into the lobby (or what passed for a lobby in a Changeling cave). As I expected, Rainbow Dash, Trixie and Midnight Breeze were sitting, conversing with Chrysalis on mundane matters, a rarity these days. Chrysalis was the first to spot me and brought the others’ attention to me as she said my name.

“Grab some dresses, girls. We’re going to a funeral.” I said. The four of them looked confused as they muttered to each other. Scootaloo came in carrying drinks on a well-balanced tray on her back.

“Something going on?” she asked. I smiled and turned to her.

“Hey Scoots, wanna see if you can get your cutie mark in Funeral Crashing?” I asked. Scootaloo beamed with excitement at the suggestion.

“That sounds Awesome! Is Rainbow Dash doing it too?” she asked. I smiled and turned to the group behind me.

“We’re all doing it, Chrysalis too.” I said. The changeling queen was stunned to say the least.

“I assume I’ll be… disguised as somepony while this is going on?” she enquired. I nodded simply and began to prepare myself.

“Who’s funeral are we going to?” Midnight asked. I stopped and turned back to them, a wide grin on my face.

“Blueblood’s.”

The ponies all dressed in black as the coffin containing the deceased prince was carried through the City Square toward the graveyard on the other side. Among the crowd, we’d managed to disguise ourselves well enough to not get noticed. Everypony began to follow behind the coffin like a pack of Zombies following a fresh t-bone steak. I’d seen it before. I remained quiet underneath my hooded dress and scarf as ponies around me began to spread rumours about his death.

“How did he go?”

“Peacefully in his sleep, I think.”

“Supposedly, he died from an infection after his tongue was ripped out. Poor Stallion, nopony deserves to suffer like that.”

“I disagree. Though a prince, Blueblood was cruel and selfish. I’m only sorry he didn’t live longer to experience Ms. Sparkle’s judgement.”

“So, you’re one of those Twilight fanatics, are you?”

“I wouldn’t go that far, I just agree with what she did relating to the Prince, other than that… I can’t say until I know her goals.” The conversations took a rather interesting turn in my favour.

“I hear there’s a cult that’s started after her. They go by the ‘Order of Necrosis’.” The mare next to me shivered at the name. I for one found it intriguing.

“Order of Necrosis?” I enquired, hiding my eyes’ true colours under magic.

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be a real scary cult. It’s like a horror equivalent of the Knights of the Horseshoe Table. Last I heard, there were at least fifty known members.” My eyes widened at the prospect.

“Any idea if Twilight’s friends are members?” I asked.

“I don’t think so, if they are, they’re not public about it. And the founder of the Cult is unknown. Some believe it’s the killer who organised that meeting in the Everfree Forest last month.”

“Are you kidding? I bet it’s that party pony, Pinkie Pie. Nopony can be that happy without being crazy/insane at the same time.”

“Oh, I hope it’s Big Macintosh. That way the cult would be an expression of love for Twilight.” one of the mares said.

“Who’d have thought talk of a Necromancer cult could lead to a dramatic love confession?” I asked. The ponies agreed as they said “Here, here”.

“Hey, you think it’s Fluttershy? I’ve hear rumours of her sneaking off into the Everfree Forest at night. I was thinking of collecting on that reward for information and telling the Royal Guard.” one of them said. I reminded myself to have a word with Fluttershy about stealth when she visited next.

“I wouldn’t recommend it.” I said.

“Why not?” the stallion asked.

“Well what if one of those cultists overheard you? You might return home after the funeral to find yourself arranging some for your own relatives.” I said. The stallion got the threat and seemed to mutter an agreement with me.

“It’s better to be safe than sorry if you ask me.” I added.

“Hey, speaking of; I heard that Twilight took a filly with her when she disappeared. Anypony know why that was?” a mare asked.

“Well Twilight left with two other ponies, remember? Rainbow Dash and that other one, Hex or something. I was in Ponyville for a holiday and I learned that the filly that left with them idolised Miss Rainbow Dash. Clearly, Twilight took her along so the filly could stay with her idol. I heard she was an orphan.” another, posh mare replied.

“No, Scootaloo wasn’t an orphan. She just didn’t like her parents, they were what you might call… scum?” I interjected.

“So that was her name, was it? Scootaloo? Sounds rather scatter-brained if you ask me.” the posh mare said. I fought the urge to defend Scootaloo’s honour and chose silence instead.

“Obviously, you’re not in the Cult of Necrosis.” another pony spoke up. I smiled under my scarf at the comment.

“Heavens no. I’m far too upper class to be associated with such a thing.”

“With your head up in the clouds.” I muttered to the mare next to me who giggled afterward.

“What was that?” the posh mare demanded, bringing her face to mine. I grinned under the scarf at her and replied.

“I said, you must have been up there with Blueblood, almost.” The mare next to me stifled a burst of laughter as the posh mare just brushed the comment off.

“Yes, well I’ll be going to the Crystal Empire after all of this is over.” she said as if anypony cared.

“Make sure your head fits through the gate first.” I whispered to the giggling mare beside me. She almost snorted bubbles and I knew I’d made a new friend. I could use her to my advantage. She seemed to be the one to ask about the Cult. When everything had died down, I made sure I was next to her when the coffin was entering the graveyard.

“So, do you know where one could find this cult everypony’s been talking about?” I asked. The mare seemed uncomfortable with the question.

“W-what makes you think I know?” she asked, shakily. I smiled at her, leaning closer.

“Because I can tell from your body language, you’re anxious to help the cause and convince somepony to join. That way you can say you did something for Twilight. It’s written all over you that you’re trying to get somepony interested, and you have my attention. So what do you say? Help a potential sister out?” The mare’s eyes turned to dots as she struggled to hold it in. This was easier than I thought.

“Tell you what, you help me out, and I’ll make sure Twilight meets you if I get the chance to meet her myself.” The mare sounded like she was trying to quell an orgasm as she exhaled in intermittent bursts.

“I imagine in a time of need, Twilight would be very grateful for your contribution. It can’t be easy thinking you’re the most wanted and most feared pony in all of Equestria. She may even reward you for recruiting others to her cause, in any way you see fit.” I finished that sentence by biting my teeth together a couple of times. The mare flinched and I knew that was it, the information I wanted was mine. She turned to look at me and brought her lips to my ears.

“M-m-meet me… h-h-here t-tonight. I’ll take you t-t-to the Cult’s hideout.” she whispered. Done! I thought. I’d gotten more out of this trek than I thought.

“Thank you.” I whispered back, winking at her. She smiled and focused her attention back on the funeral.

“What’s your name?” I whispered to her as the Princesses began to say their goodbyes. Among them was my brother. I never thought I’d see him so soon, let alone before the end game.

“M-m-Morse c-c-Code.” she stuttered. Her speech seemed to give a sense of Irony to her name. With her name learned, I slinked away from the area and met up with the others who wore similar clothing to my own, with certain variations. Trixie was disguised as Hex, since she wasn’t easily recognisable among Canterlot’s populace. Chrysalis had changed her form into a greyish lavender form of myself with Ocean blue eyes and regrettably, a better mane style. Dash had been given a disguise of her own choosing, and she chose Daring Do. Still, she was unrecognisable under the black dress. Scootaloo had chosen a turtleneck jumper. She didn’t seem ashamed of her blank flank, which I found to be a great improvement of character. Midnight Breeze had altered her mane style, combing it back and tying it into a bun. She wore glasses over her eyes as well.

“It’s almost time. And I’ve got some good news for you all when we get home.” I muttered so only they could hear.

As Shining Armour took the stage to say goodbye to Blueblood, I chose that time to interfere. I didn’t want to hear my brother’s sympathetic words for such a low life.

“Places, everypony.” I said. The girls separated and took their places around the circumference of the crowd. I removed my hood and Dress, leaving my scarf on. I then used my magic to teleport onto the stage beside my brother. The reaction was as expected. Gasps of shock and horror filled the graveyard. I drank their fear like a Changeling drank love.

“Good afternoon, everypony. Nice day for a Funeral... not! It’s pretty chilly, actually. You’d think such an occasion would warrant nicer weather. Also, where’s the celebration cake?” I teased. Luna went to charge me, but I cleared my throat and pointed over to the crowd. Luna stopped and looked at a pony that had just begun screaming. One of the dead had arisen from their grave and wrapped their hooves around a filly.

“Lash out and I’ll have Mr… Chuckles, funny, snap her neck.” I threatened. Luna stood down, an enraged look on her face.

“Don’t give me that. You and your sister had this coming when you chose to use Spike against me. I’m simply returning the favour.” There was uneasy silence among the crowd as I scanned it for Morse Code. I found her with bright eyes looking hopefully at me. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Why the sad faces, anyway, shouldn’t we be celebrating? Blueblood is alive, after all.” I chuckled afterward, reanimating the fallen prince. A few seconds later, he began to bang on the coffin and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud as his cries sounded like the filly Mr Chuckles had in his grip.

“Oh, Celestia! Get him out of there!” Luna commanded. Shining Armour went to open the hatch for the Prince. I allowed it, but felt slightly betrayed by the action. As Blueblood leaped out of the coffin, he scurried over to Celestia and clutched her leg. He looked around, trying to get his mind around the situation when his eyes landed on me. He screamed as if he’d seen me dressed in a pink bodysuit making strange noises at him. He sounded like a shocked goose. I cracked up, losing my footing in the process.

“You know, I never realised how childish Blueblood is, or how dumb you all are. You’ve just opened the lid of a coffin that contained a zombie inside. You’re like those farming families who think the bonds of family are stronger than rotting relatives. Well guess what? They’re not!” My eyes flashed over to Blueblood and he changed like a hydra’s personality. I cracked my neck just as Blueblood lunged at his aunt and bit into hers. Celestia started and threw him off, seemingly as unaffected by the bite as she was by Blueblood’s sudden mindlessness.

“Nice job, Blueblood. Don’t worry about hurting her though; she’s had practice being bitten on the neck.” I said, recalling our little session a while back. Celestia growled at me and I just chuckled. I cracked my neck the other way.

“You know… If I hadn’t been labelled a threat to Equestria, things might have gone differently, and you might not have had a dead nephew to rekill and bury. But you did, so they haven’t and you do. This fillies and gentlecolts, is a funeral crashing Necromancer style.” I said. I then stood on my hind hooves and began pumping my forehooves in circular motions as I side stepped off the stage.

I brought my magic into view and each of my friends were teleported back home with a large explosion following where they were taking out a small number of ponies. I clapped my hooves and Blueblood was fully converted into a zombie. As I disappeared, I heard Shining Armour shouting out to his guards to protect the Princess. I winked at Luna and I found myself back in the Changelings’ caves.

“That.Was.Awesome!!!” Scootaloo shouted as she enjoyed the little show I put on for them. I smiled and patted Scootaloo’s head as she zoomed excitedly past me.

“I admit, that was totally cool.” Dash added. Chrysalis showed a newfound respect for me in her eyes and Trixie just smiled.

“That’s not the best part.” I said, calling their attention back to me. “Not only did I ruin the funeral, but I put Celestia and Luna in a position where they have to mutilate and kill Blueblood themselves, or at least give the order. They’ll be hurting from that for a while.” I said, smiling.

“But Twilight, that’ll just make their hatred for you even stronger.” Trixie said. I nodded in understanding.

“I’ve severed any emotional attachment I ever had to them. Anyway, good news, we have fans.” I said, quickly changing the topic.

“Huh?” they all asked.

“The Cult of Necrosis! An organisation based on the path we’re following. We are now Idols to some of Equestria’s inhabitants, and I met somepony who is going to lead me to their base of operations, tonight.” The girls all began to cheer with excitement.

“How did you get this pony to admit to being a member?” Scootaloo asked.

“Let’s just say… she’s into me. She idolises me the same way you do for Rainbow Dash or the way Dash idolises Spitfire.” I said.

“So what’s the plan?” Chrysalis asked. I smiled at them all as I answered.

“We raise an army.”

Author's Note

Shit's gettin' real!!!

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