Anon the Lich 3 part 5

>You are Anonymous the Lich
>You are the harbinger of destruction for Equestria
>And as it stands, there is another who would seek to take away your new world.
>You look upon the assembled six.
>Rainbow Dash looks at you with distrust.
>It will be hard getting her to drop her guard, but you have time.
>Indeed, you have all the time in the world.
>The hard work that risked you the most was done while they knew of an enemy.
>Your plans are still in motion.
>You are unneeded to see this world crumble to dust.
>But you will not see this manifestation that resembles the fabled ‘Nightmare Moon’, a bumbling fool, wrench your kingdom-to-be from your atrophied hands.
“What is our plan of attack, ladies?”
>Twilight has taken your chair at your deck, much as you despise having her hooves upon the marble seat
>You must play the part of the humble repentant.
>You will enjoy ripping the soul from her corpse.
>”What do you know of Nyx?”
>You pause, and think.
>She is much like you.
“She is a master of the darkness. It was how she took control of me, in fact. Her magical mastery is also impressive.”
>”This looks bad… I suppose we’ll need to find where she is. I hope the Elements can deal with her.”
>You nod
“If they cannot, then I will do everything I can to make amends.”
>You make your way to the towers staircase, before stopping.

“Hold now… She said she was preparing to begin her reign.”
>They look at you, all six of them, expectantly.
“… She is headed to Canterlot. It is the only possible place.”
>Twilight looks at her friends, and then looks at you.
>”How can you be certain?”
>You wish you could grin once more, but your native grimace will have to do.
“It was what she would have me do, once I was forced to kill you.”
>The ponies sprint from your tower, intent to get back to Ponyville quickly.
>You watch as they leave, and wait.
>Their pulses grow distant, and eventually disappear.
>They are gone.
>Now, you must prepare.
>You climb the steps, one by one, your mind racing.
>Plans within plans.
>Everything playing out in practiced simulations, a thousand times.
>You peak the tower, and look out over the massive valley before you.
>The Cliff held two purposes.
>First, it gave you a wide view of the world that lead away from the ponies civilization.
>Second, it was a venerable graveyard, and deep below, lies an ancient Dragon Boneyard.

>The shadows gather around you.
>Even with their master walking this plane, the energies of the Shadows still love you, as they wrap and writhe.
>Fingers of a dark mistress trace themselves over your form, as you levitate high into the air.
>The soft, cool kisses of power lace through your mind, as you call out to this world.
>It responds in song.
>You hear the melodic beat of its heart, the pulse of its energies.
>Water, fire, air, earth, life and death.
>The universe is left bare to you as runes wrap themselves through the air.
>Reality warps and shifts, as you feel the surge of power.
>All of creation is at your beck and call.
>You have power to rival gods, and it calls in a tempest of sounds.
>Green flames dance visably in the valley far below, and you can hear them stirring.
>But something is wrong.
>The energy at your fingertips, so easy to grasp, so soft, will not obey.
>It dances in patterns that you cannot control.
>No…
>You can control it.
“In the dark of the night I was tossing and turning,”
>You sing to the entropic powers, and they dance before you, bending to your will.
“And the nightmare I had was as bad as can be,”
>The ground writhes, the slow pulse growing steadily.
“It scared me out of my wits, A corpse blasted to bits!”
>The music of this world reaches a crashing crechendo, and you sing with it, the music fueling you on.
>You feel your hate feeding into this pure power, and it absorbs it.
>It obeys.
“Then I opened my eyes and the nightmare was before me!”

>The ground writhes and bucks, as the dead deep below hear your cries.
“I was once the most terrible fiend in all of Equestria!”
>The cries of your unliving minions chorus with you.
>You think for a moment how ludicrous it is that you are singing, but it is overruled as you feel the power swelling over you.
>Now you know why Pinkie Pie sings so much.
>Clever girl, she probably didn’t even understand how she was able to achieve such magical acts.
“When the ponies attacked, the made a mistake!”
>You raise your hands and step forwards, standing upon the highest spinneret’s of the towers crown.
“My scheme’s will make All of them pay!”
>The ground cracks as you step forwards, you hands rolling with eldritch energies
“But one mortal pony got in my way.”
>You step forwards, raising your hands above you.
>The ground cracks and fissures, black energies swirling about your tower.
“Little Nyx beware, for the Lich awaits!”
>Your rising minions, skeletal Griffons and zombified manticores scream in time to the pulse, moaning the loathsome chorus to your song of the dead.

“Revenge, will be sweet, when my rise is complete!”
>The ground splits wide, as more and more undead beasts rise from the grave.
>Your entire tower is shrouded in complex runic pentagrams and sigils.
“I can feel my powers rising,”
>You swipe a hand, and a massive surge of power washes outwards
“Rise from the ash, ready to hunt for my quarry as well!
“As the pieces fall into place, she will beg for the grave!”
>With a flourish of your hand, you watch as your horde surges forwards, pulling its self from the earth.
“Goodnight, Nyx, your grace, farewell!”
>You reach to the sky, and a pulse of vile energy surge across the land.
“My dear, here’s a sign, It’s the end of your life!”
>The atrophied dead move at your will, marching forwards, towards canterlot.
“Come, my minions!”
>Your hands are a blurr of motion as your weave spell upon spell.
“Rise for your master, Let our evil reign!”
>You step off the edge, and begin to plummet down.
“March for her now, yes, rise ever faster!”
>The ground splits into a yawning fissure as a skeletal dragon rises, bellowing in necrotic fury.
>You land upon its back as it takes flight, headed for Canterlot
“Her soul shall be mine!”