Raust sat upon his elegant throne of gilded bones, pondering the new task R'tas gave to him.

And by ponder, I mean rage at.

"WHAT?!? Another one!? Wasn't the cross-eyed, retarded-looking one the only one? Why am I going after ANOTHER pony?" Raust, demanded to R'tas, his voice filled to burst with anger. He already destroyed one equestrian planeswalker by the name of Derpy, and wasn't keen on the idea of seeing another one from that particular plane for a long time. Not since the scars that one alone gave him.

R'tas the Cruel sighed, his reptilian face hidden under a full, air-tight helmet.

"Look," Consoled R'tas, "I know it's short notice, but I promise it's the last one, and I'll pay double. I'll even let you skip straight to killing it. C'mon, please?" R'tas pleaded. He raised Raust using his magic, but that didn't stop the lich from getting a serious case of butthurt when hard work was mentioned. That's the price you pay for letting your minions have free will, He supposed.

Raust Considered this. He got quite the hefty sum from bringing R'tas the head of Cross-eyes, almost 50,000 credits to be exact. If this planeswalker was worth double, he could finally pay off Phyrexia for the Phylactery he'd bought from them. Damn, Darksteel was expensive. But it was worth it. 'And', he decided to himself, 'so will this contract...' "Alright, I'll do it."

R'tas' Posture straightened. "You will?! Excellent!" He exclaimed with great joy. "Remember, just bring me this one's head. I don't think we can turn her, judging by her background. And for god's sake, PLEASE keep Gorgo from eating her after you kill her. I barely recognized the last corpse you brought me through all the teeth marks. At least her eyes were intact..." R'tas scolded Raust.

Raust let out a dry, rattling sigh. "Don't worry, boss, I'll bring the whole body without a single scorchmark on it."

"you'd better, Raust. Your paycheck depends on it." R'tas warned, then the necromancer twirled his cape and vanished.

Raust moaned. He hated getting lectured by the boss about doing contracts right, especially when it was his henchmen's fault that they failed. Sometimes, it was like they didn't try. Gorgo is a Gluttonous idiot who only cares about his next meal, Twitchy's a bipolar psycho, Auger's a Sado-masochistic psycho, Stabby is, well, Stabby, and Macro is a fuckin' lazy prick. The only useful one is Feist, and he's too damn quiet. At least he follows orders correctly. The others need help finding whatever's in front of them, ESPECIALLY Gorgo. Seriously, he's like Caboose. Everyone says it's cute, and funny, but it's not. It's annoying as all fuck. It really is.

Raust got up from his throne, then proceeded to the break room, where his gaggle of henchmen, whom all have coined themselves the cheesy-as-all-hell name "The Ghoul Gang". The only ones who didn't vote for it were him and Feist, and Feist can't or won't vote anyway, being a social Shut-out. As Raust entered the break room, everyone was as he thought they'd be: Twitchy was talking to himself all Gollum-style in a corner, Stabby was shanking the crap out of a mannequin, Gorgo was emptying the pantry, Macro was helping Gorgo, Auger was busy dissecting a trophy corpse, and Feist was standing there and being Feist. Raust finished looking over his squad of morons and got their attention with a stomp of his booted foot.

"Alright, men, and Twitchy, we've got another contract. Equestrian, just like the last one, and probably just as annoying." Everyone but Feist groaned, and Gorgo clutched his head. Raust understood why perfectly. Equestria was a horrible place, full of light and happiness and friendship. They'd barely survived their first encounter, but now they knew what to expect. At least, Raust hoped so. "Alright, no whining, we're getting paid double for this one, so let's try not to lose, eat, immolate, or dismember this one, alright?" Everyone murmered or, in the case of Feist, nodded in agreement.

"Alright, Ghoul Gang, let's move out." Next Chapter: Raust's inevitable (but reluctant) return to Equestria Estimated time remaining: 13 Minutes