Edgylestia meets and kills a box pony [WIP]

>be Celestia
>taking a stroll down white-tail woods
>ever after the number of alicorns in Equestria exploded your job was made much easier
>see cardboard box
"Hmm, it would be a shame to have trash laying around this beautiful forest"
>you preposition your head and aim your horn
>without as much as a sweat the cardboard-box lights up in a blaze
"Much better."


>you hear panicked screaming coming from the box
>oh no! A little filly was sitting in there!
>you immediately bend matter to your will and dissolve the flames who were previously engulfing the filly
>with a hasty gallop, sped up by your powerful wing-beats you're next to her in no time
>she seems largely unscathed
>you sigh in relief
"My little pony! Are you alright?"
>"Ahhhh! W-what happened"
"I am so sorry, i thought the box was just common trash, i didn't know you were playing in it!"
>"I-i wasn't playing in it you psycho! It was my hous-"
>she finally looked up and gazed into the eyes of the Sun-Goddess herself
>"C-celeee-.. Princess!"
>you looked her over once more
>something wasn't right
>she was tiny, sure. But no filly
>this raised alarm bells inside your head
"Tell me, dear subject. Did you just say that that lowly box was your home?"
>"I... eh. Look, please it's not what you thin-"
"What is your occupation?"
>"Princess, I swear! I-i didn't mean to-"
"Tell me your occupation, little one."
>"Please, please, I can fix this, omygosh this wasn't supposed to happen I-i'm so sorry my dear princess, please...."
>she was holding back tears now
"As the Herald of the Sun itself I demand to know your occupation."
>"...Prostitute, BUT I MEAN IT. IF YOU JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE I PROMISE,NO! I SWEAR ON MY LIFE I CAN CHANG- "
>you stomp your hoof, the land itself physically trembling due to your awesome might
>you stare daggers at your disobedient subject
>signs of disgust sneaking across your facial features
>crouching down to her level you speak slowly, as to make yourself perfectly clear
"How many years have I protected this land from foreign hordes with the sole intent of enslaving, leaching and killing ponykind?"
>she blinks in confusion
>you continue
"How many times have I had to lay down my own life, and the life of my only Sister on the line to defend these lands?"
>"I-i.. I have no idea Princess!"
"Neither does any historian, culture, archive or mortal lifeform on this planet. It's been so agonizingly long, my earliest memories have begun to get cloudy."
>she looked away in shame
"Look into my eyes, you perverted, debased, decadent, immoral, debauched, corrupted degenerate!"
>she was speechless
>while hiding her face into her hooves, violently shaking you're pretty sure that- Yup, she pissed herself
>you got up
"All I've ever asked of my subject in return for a Thousand-Year old Golden Empire, was that they follow but the simplest of rules that prevents us as a species from falling into evil and wickedness!"
>she was moving her mouth, trembling, but no words were coming out of her defiled muzzle
"Tell me. My little pony."
>your words carried by pure disgust
"Am I asking too much from you?"
"Are you somehow excluded from the rules set by me and my Sister many-a millennium ago?"
>the dirty pony was bawwing all out now
>"N-NO PRINCESS! BUT ALL I AM ASKING FOR IS A CHANCE TO GET MYSELF BACK ON MY HOOVES!"
>the tossed herself at your fore-hooves, pleading.
>her voice as silent as the gentle Autumn breeze
>"I beg you, i beg you i beg you i beg you i beg you!"
>you were now physically disgusted by the sub-pony filth touching your hooves, but you fought your urges to kick her off you
>you look down at the pathetic sight at your fore hooves
>disgust and anger turning into disappointment and sadness
"You know what must be done. All I ask of you is to proceed with dignity. You're not the first, and you most certainly will not be the last."
>she still looked at you, pleading
>her irises were blacker than before
"You know I have no choice."
>you slowly back away from her as she slumped off your hooves and onto the misty, green grass
>she had accepted her faith, no matter how much she was shaking, no matter how many tears she shed
>the mare understood what must happen
>to preserve the utopia of millions, sacrifices must be made

>you flash her one last kind, motherly smile in which she returned to the best of her ability
"In the end we will be judged not by what we have destroyed. But by what we have created..."

>with that, the unnamed pony were kindled by your magic and bust into flame from the inside out
>no pain, she was dead before her skin even managed to become charred