Surviving Hell

"What, my Lord?!" Sindri shouted from the other side of the village, annoyed that Bale still pronounced his name like that.

"WHERE ARE TEH PONIES?" Bale screamed in reply.

"My lord, I assure you that-"

"Your assurances leave me cold, SSSSIIIINNNNDDDDRRRIIII. You assured me that teh Blud Rehevens would be imprisoned behind a wall of corpses and that METAL BAWXES would save us!"

"Circustances proved me... Unfortunate in that regard, Lord Bale. As for the ponies, Horus's last words were about them and surely they couldn't survive ten thousand years?"

"This is where the Gods dump their trash, Sorcerer, Do not count on it being so easy to survive the ten thousand years before we are released."

"We should proceed into that town, one of us from each side."

"Agreed, but if there are ponies..." Bale let the statement hang open.

Meanwhile, in Ponyville the residents watched the shouting match with a mix of awe and fear that two ponies would be able to keep this up for so long, but their problems were nothing compared to what was happening in Canterlot...

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Celestia stared at the sign. This sign was the cause of most of the Castle's daily problems, and trumped the various other things that were happening around the castle.

Such as the massive crowd of nobles, led by Prince Blueblood, who were currently trying to liberate the castle's undamaged wine cellar for their own use.

Or that Luna was challenging everypony she met to a shouting match and trying to find the pony which managed to out shout her and challenge her dominance of Equestria's sound waves.

But this sign was a much bigger problem. It was small, barely the size of her hoof, but what it read was a problem, especially considering her current circumstances and where the sign was.

The small sign had been bashed onto the door to the Royal privy, and it read Toilets closed due to Tactical Genius.

Celestia didn't know how tactical genius could close anything, but whatever did, the end result could not be good...

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"Er, Twilight?"

"Yes, Spike?"

"Whatever shouted that... It's... Kind of coming into Ponyville."

"Another thing to deal with..." Twilight groaned. Why she and her friends had to do all the work she did not know, when Celestia had managed Equestria for so long on her own.

"And appears that everypony doesn't like it." Spike said as he poked his head out the window.

Ponyville was in chaos, with everypony desperately trying to hide from the two newcomers. Spike wondered if this would be like the Zecora incident a few weeks back, but something told him these two were different...

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"Circumstances have proven you fortunate yet again, Sorcerer." Bale snarled as he faced Sindri in front of a large tree. "It appears the ponies must have abandoned this place recently."

"Of course, Lord Bale. The ponies must fear us, and we can use that to our advantage."

"I do not like knowtowing to that daemon however, he will have other surprises for us."

"Damn right I do." A small hole of red appeared  in the air between the two marines. "Since you scared all of the ponies away, I must provide... Entertainment. Enjoy the music, it'll be the only thing you hear..." The daemon cackled manically before a small METAL BAWX fell out of the portal and to the ground with a thud as the portal vanished.

The two approached the METAL BAWX slowly, out if fear it might contain something like Gabriel Angelos or Creed. As they reached the BAWX and realised nothing had come out and tried to kill, maim, burn, battle, attack or cleanse them with vicious abandon, Bale sighed with relief and rested his arm on the BAWX.

Big mistake. Never, evah, touch a metal BAWX. Especially when it mentions music.

Panels dropped of the sides, revealing a array of speakers. That was when the music began to play.

"By the Blood God shut that thing off!" Sindri shouted to Bale but he was unheard over the noise. "Actually, don't! We can sell it to Slaanesh so Slaanesh  can get us out of here!"

Bale kicked the box again and again, and again.

And again, but the music continued to play.

"In the name of all that is Chaotic shut up!" Bale yelled as he continued to try and bash the speakers in with his power-armoured boot before he glanced upwards, and saw the greatest horror a Khornate warrior can ever see.

It is a fact that ponies were originally created by Tzeentch to piss Khorne off, and then improved by Slaanesh to annoy Khorne even more with their gaudy colours. Malal added the finishing touches and was then left to Tzeentch-knows-where after he saw what he created, forever scarred by what he had witnessed.

A small, purple head was poking round a open door, and there was only one thing to do in a situation like this one...

"SSSSSIIIIINNNNNDDDDDRRRRRIIIII!! You said there would be no PONIES!" Bale screamed at the Sorcerer before he charged towards the Sorcerer with all the fury of a enraged Ork that had his Fungus Beer stolen by a Grot.

"I lied." Sindri casually extended his arm, and Bale charged head first into it, knocking himself out.