I call it hell. They called it Equestria...
Rage was visible across the room between the two Alpha Legionarries. They knew what was coming, and neither wanted to face it.
The room was the great brimstone antichamber that served as a waiting room for those souls that Khorne had deemed worthy of punishment, and resounded with the screams of the untold thousands that had met a gruesome end within the next room, courtesy of the Blood God's massive brass battleaxe.
"Sindri..." One Legionarry growled, his mouth twisting in his horroribly deformed face, teeth filed to fangs.
"What, my Lord? May I remind you that it was you who led us to Tartarus?" Sindri asked, voice as smooth as ever even in conditions like this.
"And may I remind you, Sorcerer," Bale spat on the floor, a huge glob of acidic spit that began to eat its way through the floor. "That you betrayed me?"
"No Lord Bale, I SSSSIIIIINNNNNDDDDRRRIIII!'d you. I even had a word named after me... Unlike you."
"You're just another pathetic Sorcerer. Did no one mention that the Lord of Skulls does not take kindly to Sorcerers?"
"And did no one tell you that using a Manreaper was a bad idea?"
"I will rend the flesh from your bones and send your skull as a gift to the Blood God, you misbegotten whelp of a sorcerer!"
"I'd like to see you try, Lord Fail."
Bale charged across the room, intent on painting the black walls with Sindri's brain juice before the brass doors opened and a great monstrous figure strode through.
The figure stood well over seven foot, towering over the two space marines. It was clad in the tanned hides of many creatures, the vast majority lost to the ages and carried a scimitar of gleaming brass, it glared down balefully at Sindri and Bale, claw resting by the hilt of its scimitar.
"So these are the two that Khorne has sent me to punish?" The daemon prince spat onto the floor. "I can see why. You, Sindri Myr, dared to sully the glory of the Blood God through your cowardly witchcraft and undermined the efforts of his chosen champion, Lord Bale, to use the Maledictum and free the Greater Daemon trapped inside. As for you..." the daemon prince turned his gaze towards Bale.
"While you did sacrifice many to the Lord of Skulls and shed much blood in his name, you allowed yourself to be defeated by that puny Sorcerer. Such a defeat can only be rewarded with punishment."
"Lord Khorne would normally set you the usual task for those that have failed him, claiming the head of Sly Marbo. Khorne keeps a special place in the Horde of Skulls for it, atop a golden plinth alongside that of Magnus the Red and teh Emprah."
Sindri gulped, not wanting to have to go out into the Galaxy alone in search of a lone Guardsman, who could be anywhere.
"However, Khorne has a worse fate in mind for the pair of you. Milleninia ago, the Gods created a plane of the Warp that would serve as a place to sentence their servants for eternal damnation. This plane is the antithesis of both the Immaterium and Materium, and is the opposite to all of the god's spheres."
"There is little war, little change, and everything is stiffeningly dull. It is the jail of the Gods, and few survive long enough down there without going insane. You have a great honour being sent there-"
"-you will be the first to do so in over ten thosand years, since Horus. Whatever is down there will most certainly be nice to you, not try to kill you etc. if you survive ten thosand years down there, I might let you out. Have fun."
Leaving them with those two words ringing in their ears, the room began to flicker and vanish before their eyes as they were dispatched to hell...
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Twilight stated at the word. The library had been one of the first places to obtain a copy of the New Equestrian Dictonary and she had been eagerly devouring the contents since it had arrived last night. She had gotten the whole way to 'S' with no major errors when she saw this one word.
It defied all the rules of Equestrian and just about every other language.
The entire word was in ALL CAPS, for a start. The same five letters were repeated five times. There was even a exclamation mark in the middle of the word before a apostrophe, for Celestia's sake!
The definition didn't make much sense either. She idily flipped from the offending page to the back to see if Discord had decided to become this year's Editor.
No mention of Discord anywhere...
She flipped back to the word and looked at it once more...
SSSSSIIIINNNDDRRRIIIII! *verb*
Past form-SSSSSIIIINNNDDRRRIIIII!'d
To be betrayed by a second in command.
Twilight rubbed her forehead with her hoof and groaned. Just looking at it gave her a headache...
"SPIIKE!"
Spike poked his small head through the door."Yes?"
"How would you pronounce this word?"
"What word?" Spike wandered from the door over to Twilight's desk.
"This one." Twilight pointed at the definition of SSSSSIIIINNNDDRRRIIIII!.
Spike looked down at the word, a look of confusion on his face before he said "Sindri?"
Twilight shook her head. "Doesn't seem right."
"SSSSSIIIINNNDDRRRIIIII?"
"Still not right."
Spike took a deep breath.
"SSSIIIINNNDDDRRRIIII!"
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The shout spread from the epicentre like wildfire all across Equestria and beyond, shattering glass and causing anypony who
had been exposed to the full force of the shout to cower in fear.
In Canterlot, the nobles were in uproar over having their 'priceless' wine collections ruined by this shout.
The buffalo tribes covered their large ears, rendering them deaf for the next day.
After the sound wave of epic proportions had passed over Equestria, ponies began to question it's source. Many thought that Luna had discovered the sonic power of amplifiers and microphones linked in a endless circle and that she would use this to take over Equestria.
Others thought it was a dragon.
But the voice was filled with pure hatred and despair, emotions which nopony could comprehend. They shrugged, and continued on with their daily lives.
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"Yes, I think that was good enough Spike."
"Errrr...Twilight?"
"Yes?"
"That... That wasn't me."
"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.