Energy flows from the Alicorn’s body through the sword and into Scootaloo. The mare starts to glow as the Alicorn disappears.

“What did you do!” I shouted as I kicked the mare away.

Scootaloo's glow turns to black. She takes a slow breath and closes her eyes. Blue soccer ball orbs appeared around me. The ground turns into blood colored grating and the balls turn red.

“Don’t ignore me bitch!” I struggle to get to my feet.

“Punishing the evil and sinful left stuck in the world of Equestria,” The Demigod answers.

Space its self quakes and my head stumbles into one of the orbs. I could see rifts opening all across Equestria. Ponies from Fillydelphia to Manehattan to Junction Town scream in horror as monsters kill every buck, mare and child they meet.

I pull my head out of the orb.

“You’re killing everyone!” I screamed.

“Death has no meaning but the old world needs it’s ragnarok and living to be punished before the paradise to be born,” Scootaloo raves.

“But can’t you just make your own world?” I cried.

“The world I created has its limits and borders, no matter the heaven and hell there are limits. The world we came from has no limits and is the hardest to manipulate. Hence the god mode,” Scootaloo smirks.

“I’ll stop you!” I start to summon my magic. Scoolaloo teleports from her location and reappears in front of me. She taps my forehead with her hoof.

“Let me show you my power,” Scootaloo announces in a monotone voice. “I cannot just change the present but the past.”

Image of a herd of Pipbuck monsters grazing on the Equestrian plain appear before me. They looked different then the monsters I was used too. But the basic idea of the monsters were the same.

Farmers fired on them and hacked at the creatures with melee weapons to keep them from eating thier crops. A mare fighting the monsters off accidently lets one flank her. It instantly mounts her penetrating the mare. The things fluids squirts inside of her.

Blam!

A farmer buck shoots the creature off the mare.

“Are you okay?” He takes the mare into his arms. The mare’s pupils were deep and wide. She spazed out in the bucks hooves.

“Watch out! Those things are poisonous!” The farmer shouts.

My view changed to a mare running franticly down the Manehattan streets at night. Glowing eyes chased after her. She trips as the black shadows of ghostly foals move upon her.

“Milk! Mommy!”

A mouth grabs her hindleg pulling it back. She falls exposing her belly. Blood runs down her leg from the teeth gripping her flesh. Other ghostly foals bite into her undercarriage. The mare screams as she dies.

Finally I saw a small band of four ponies taking a defensive circle flank to flank. A large serpent made of wasteland dust circled around them waiting for an attack.

“What the heck is this thing?” A pony buck remarks as he tries to aim at the serpent with his gun.

“I think it’s a creature summoned from some kind of Zebra talisman mine,” A mare told them, “Very rare, I think they are only killed if you destroy the talisman that summons them.”

“Let me guess they tend to be buried that’s why they are call mines?” A buck moans.

Suddenly two of them scream as sand snakes pop out from the ground and wrap around their feet. They start to be pulled under the soil and sand. The ponies nay and whinny as they fight the force pulling on them.

“No More!” I cried pushing Scootaloo’s hoof away.

“I can even insert new ponies in the past,” Scootaloo remarks with another touch of a hoof.

New memories popped in my head. Ones not of a filly growing up without a father and with a drunken mother. My mother was still a drunker in the new memories but not to the extent she was. My father was an orange pony with an ashen mane. They were happy memories of him that filled my heart.

“Odd, I think that was the original reality,” Scootaloo smirks. “Better change it back.”

“No!” Tears flows as the memories disappear from my mind a life lost.

“Enough fun with you,” Scootaloo waves her hooves and I become one with the dust of the universe. Then my energy flowed into the mare’s body.

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Homage, Velvet Remedy and Calamity runs down the hallway. The world was quaking, reality it’s self was quaking.

“Celestria! What’s going on!” Velvet Remedy shouts to the computer as she ran.

“I don’t know, suddenly Littlepip started emitting strange energy,” Celestria pauses, “I thinks she’s doing this with the Bible's help.”

“Bible?” Homage questions, “There is this other world we gods can access, Littlepip is there, The Bible is something that shouldn’t be touched by normal ponies. This is why.”

“We sure picked a great time to arrived,” Calamity remarks.

As the three ponies ran the hallway changed to a horror. Rusty metal grating with sheets of wet leather replaced the walls.

“Celestria are you still there?” Velvet Remedy asked concerned. “Celestria!”

“Whoa!” Calamity shouts.

All ponies stopped that the edge of a pit. Below monsters wondered around aimlessly.

“Where are we?” The buck asks out of fear.

“We are not in Equestria anymore I’m afraid,” Homage answers.