We reach Mizzy's lair by sundown, after a few minutes of flying. Afterward, I am greeted in the oddest way: Mizzy, ever so happy to see me, launches herself at me, not even bothering to change sizes first, and starts hugging and snuggling me, crushing me under all five tons of herself.

"Mal! You're back! I'm so happy! Don't ever pull that again, or I'll have to destroy you." Mizzy says happily, then gets off me, sparing most of my bones. Then, she turns to the changeling and smiles.

"You did good, kid." She says to her, and I get up, groaning from the pain of getting huggled by a five-ton dragon.

"Ugh... Yes, this changeling has done well. Say, I never got your name. Wanna tell me?" I ask the changeling, who looks at me like I was speaking Spanish.

"Name..?" She asks, cocking her head to the side confusedly, and I facepalm.

"I take it you don't have one, do you? Do they give you a number, or something I can work with?" I ask, and the changeling looks even more puzzled, and Mizzy is laughing.

"Wow, you are so green..." She says. Well, no shit! I practically just got here!

"What do you mean?" I ask, frustrated.

"Changelings don't GET names, dumbass! They die too soon and too often for them!" Mizzy laughs, and the changeling just blushes, looking like a mix between sad and happy.

"It's true; I was told I would be dead by next year, last I checked." The little masochist explains, not dropping her melancholy expression. Well, that's quite a depressing way to live. No wonder she's a masochist.

"Well, don't you want to enjoy your life? I mean, with such a short life expectancy, I'd think you'd want pleasure, not pain." I say, trying to understand. However, the changeling just smiles, and shrugs.

"I do experience pleasure! Pain is inevitable, and life is so short, so why not enjoy the inevitable while you can?" She says, eyeing me uncomfortably. Good god, this bitch is psycho. My newest follower not only enjoys pain, but also enjoys inflicting it on others. I love it!

"Well, that's a bleak way of thinking, but I won't judge. Alright, I'll call you Whip. Suits you well enough." I say, and Whip gets all excited and flustered, and starts hugging me, which I'm not comfortable with, but I accept it.

"Oh, thank you, sir! I hope my remaining years are used best serving you in any way you want!" Whip says.

"Excellent." I say. So, I've got myself a nice harem going here, but I need something else: a third minion, perhaps? Maybe... But first, I had to get back at Celestia for capturing me and... And what? Thinking I was just confused? Offering me a chance to survive? God damn it, I need to stop having these thoughts! Okay, so Celestia has done nothing wrong, but those fetid Mane Six have been a thorn in my side multiple times, and it ends now! Now, I have a dragon, a changeling, and the potential to summon a demon of my choice! Tonight, the mane six taste oblivion! Which tastes like Red bull! Which tastes terrible!

"Well, what's our next move, Mal?" Mizzy asks as she lounges on her hoard.

"Our next move..? Hmm... I say... We finish what I started." I say, building up anticipation.

"I want to end the mane six, once and for all! The elements will fall, and their kingdom with them!" I say, and Mizzy looks at me with an endearing look, which I'm pretty much used to by now.

"This isn't going to end in capture like last time, is it?" she asks, giving me an inquisitive look.

"Of course not! This time, I will emerge victorious! I have full confidence we can beat them. Now, shall we be off, or do I have to drag you two down there myself?" I ask, and Mizzy smiles.

"You know, I love it when a man takes charge like that..." She says, but I cut her off.

"Save me the bullshit, Mizzy, it's time to get serious. Now, does anyone have any thoughts on what I should summon first?" I say, smiling and waving the book around. However, no one answers, and I shrug, flipping open the book.

"No Ideas? Well, then let's see what we got here." I say, searching the book. Needless to say, my head is spinning. there are so many destructive, world-ending demons and elementals in this book, I start to wonder what the hell it was doing in a public library. Despite the variety, though, I immediately stop on one demon in particular: The Dystopian Deathdealer.

"Oh, fuck yes..." I say, eyeing the picture. The demon itself was a 9-foot, bipedal insect with four arms; two clawed hands, and two scythes. It was tall, black and red in color, and was immune to light magic. In short, I had to summon one. However, I didn't notice the two looking over my shoulder, and I jumped when they both said "Coooooool!" at the same time.

"Don't sneak up on me!" I yell, clutching my chest.

"I'm sorry, sir it's just that..." Whip began.

"That that is the single coolest thing I have ever seen. It looks extremely overpowered, though..." Mizzietta finished.

"Which means we extremely have to summon it, like, right now." I say, reading on how to summon the amazing beast that was the Dystopian Deathdealer.

"Let's see... a circle of burnt earth, 7 feet in diameter, sprinkled with salt, wormwood ash and sulfur, and the horn of a unicorn. Seems easy enough." I say, closing the book. However, Mizzy and Whip are both giving me a look that says "Are you on fucking DRUGS?!".

"...Except that unicorns are in Ponyville and Canterlot." Mizzy says flatly.

"You think I don't know that? All I have to do is go in there and snatch one, that shouldn't be too hard." I say, cracking my knuckles.

"Besides, you two are coming with me." I say, and looks of shock spread across their faces.

"Whaaaaat!?" Both my enthusiastic minions say, looking like I'd just shot them.

"You both heard me. We're going down there and... hmm..." I say, developing a second, infinitely better idea.

"'Hmm'? What idea to get us killed are you cooking up now?" Mizzy says, and I have a mind to slap her, except I REALLY don't want to piss off her uncle, who claims to know everything, and will return and destroy me painfully if I even hit Mizzy. So, without a direct vent to my annoyance, I backhand Whip instead, and she goes flying into wall, but doesn't appear hurt.

"What'd I do?! Not that I mind, that is..." Whip says, and I turn and explain:

"Because you were closer!" I say, and explain my plan to Mizzy: "I'm not going to get anyone killed. I figure a direct assault is moot, because this will be the fourth time I've shown my face in rapid succession, and they will expect me. However, nightfall is coming soon, and no one ever expects a night assault! So that's why, tonight, I'm sending whip into enemy territory alone to kidnap Rarity!" I explain. Mizzy seems impressed, but Whip has a look of sheer horror and betrayal on her face.

"But... I... What..?!" Whip sputters, looking like I'd pulled the worst betrayal ever on her.

"You are loyal to me now, Whip, and should not ask questions!" I say, and she lowers her head, and raises it after a while, a look of determination and optimism on her face.

"You're right, sir! But I must ask: Why do I have to go alone?" she asks, and I explain:

"Because I'm terrible at sneaking, and you are the best we have." I say, but Mizzy butts in:

"I see that, but why Rarity specifically? Can't she just pull some random unicorn off the streets?" she asks, and I facepalm, sigh, and respond:

"No, because I NEED Rarity! If we have her, we can use her as a bargaining chip in case my other plan fails!" I say, and everyone looks impressed.

"Wow, that's some pretty evil thinking there, Mal. I'm impressed!" Mizzy says.

"Oh, please, of course Malideus thought of such a great plan! He is our most glorious leader, after all! It's his JOB to have great ideas!" Whip says, and my ego swells like a balloon. God, I love kiss-ups.

"Enough!" I say dramatically, waving my hand. "The moon is going to be up soon, and I'm expecting results for once. Remember, Whip, no casualties, and no capture. Got it?" I ask, and Whip snaps me a crisp salute.

"Got it! I won't let you down, sir!" She says enthusiastically, and I smile.

"Good..." I say, rubbing my hands evilly. In a matter of minutes, night is upon us, and Whip goes out, toward Ponyville. So, I wait, looking at the book. I stare at it for a while, and then I get another great idea: while I'm waiting for whip to bring me a unicorn, I should prepare the rest of the ritual! Before I can act, though, Mizzy interrupts my very important thoughts:

"You know, Mal, we ARE alone now... I say we do some stuff before whip gets back..." She says sultrily, and, for once, I agree with her.

"Yeah, you're right. Here, go find some wormwood and some sulfur, while I dig up some earth and find some salt." I say, dividing the tasks as efficiently as possible.

"You know, Mal, you've gotten really boring since we met. Don't you ever have urges past your plans?" Mizzy asks, but I pay her no mind.

"I've had enough venting of my "urges", Mizzy. Twice is enough, I don't need another intimate moment ever again, or I'm going to die." I say, moving for the cave mouth.

"'Twice'? I only ever did that ... Ohhhh..." Mizzy says in a bout of sudden realization, and she starts smiling the biggest I'd ever seen her, and I stop, immediately realizing my blunder.

"Uh, I think I... ehm... I'd better go." I say, but Mizzy gets in front of me, stopping me from my valuable work.

"Tell me what happened." She says smugly, but I try to dodge around her.

"No!" I say, but Mizzy pins me down, still wearing that dumb, smug grin.

"Tell me." She demands, and I try to push her claws off of me, but I'm not exactly the definition of 'fit', so I fail.

"Alright, I was, err, eh, attacked." I say, but Mizzietta just laughs really, really loud and hard, so hard, in fact, that tears are forming in her eyes. God, I hate my life.

"You got raped by one of them, didn't you?! Oh, man, if my uncle hears THIS..." she says between laughing fits, and I wish I could just dig a hole and die in it.

"I was strapped to a chair! I didn't have a choice!" I say, but Mizzietta ignores me, still laughing. Finally, she stops, and looks at me pityingly.

"Oh, Mal, that just made my day." She says, and I feel like exploding. Indeed, the whole earth starts shaking as my rage builds to catastrophic levels, and Mizzy puts a lot of haste in trying to calm me down.

"Woah, easy there, Mal, I'm not judging. It's not like it was your fault, or even a bad thing. Hell, it might even be a good thing!" Mizzy says, and all my anger is exchanged for confusion.

"Good? How is that, in any possible way, good?" I ask, feeling my anger return.

"Because, Mal, I think your problem with this world is your unwillingness to except the inhabitants as potential allies." She says, and I start getting angry again.

"What is that supposed to mean? I have you and whip! What are you saying?" I ask, and Mizzy responds in her psychiatric way of talking when she's addressing my problems:

"I'm saying that you're a xenophobe, Mal. You hate everyone on this world with a passion, so you can't develop a real relationship with anyone, or even talk to them without sounding hateful." Mizzy says, and I go on the defensive immediately:

"I am not a xenophobe!" I say, but Mizzy shakes her head.

"Yes, you are. I can tell you hate everyone, even me. Go ahead, say you don't." Mizzy demands, a sad look on her face.

"I don't... I... Ugh." I try to say, but she's right: my brain won't let me not hate her. Now, I kinda feel less like a villain, and more like a douche.

"Okay, you're right. But what am I supposed to do, suddenly learn to be friends with you?" I ask sarcastically, but Mizzy smiles.

"No, I just think you need to learn how to trust me. I'll admit, I didn't make a very good first impression with you, but I want to help you be the the best villain out there, and that requires more than raw hatred and brutality. You need bargaining, subtlety, and finesse, and all of those require talking to people." She says, and I start to feel uneasy.

"Okay, so how do you expect me to do that?" I ask, and Mizzy just kisses me, something I'm STILL not used to, but what the hell?

"Well, for starters, we need to remove your barriers. You are the only of your kind in the world, so you need to get past that. Just try and think of everyone as slightly off versions of... whatever you are." She says, and it begins to make sense: I'm being too strict about my boundaries, and I need to just go with it. However, I'm not about to talk about my sudden epiphany with some wiser-than-thou dragon, so I'll cut to the chase: She's right, and I'm not uncomfortable around her anymore. However, I still don't like ponies, or anyone except her and Whip, for that matter.

"So, what now?" I ask, alleviated of my irrational repulsion to her.

"Now? Now, we let the healing begin." She says, letting me go and shrinking down into her more humanoid figure. "So, wasn't there something you wanted to get done? She asks, and I pause for a second, but shake my head, returning to my previous plan.

"Yeah, I'll go get some dirt and salt..." I say, not entirely sure what just happened, or why Mizzy was looking, eh, better, for the sake of self-respect. I'm not about to say that she was looking sexier just because I managed to stop being so hateful; I still have standards, you know. Anyway, so we go out to gather our stuff, and I'm done first, naturally. So, I sit in the cave, and I think about what I should do now that my business is no longer crazy. After a while of thinking, though, I still decide that my goal is the destruction of all civilizations, but maybe not total, this time. Maybe I'll just enslave the world once I've scorched it a little. Then again, I might just go home. I've had enough of this place, so no magic seems like a good option. I take off my helmet, and look into a little puddle in the middle of the cave for no reason, and just stare. As I look, I realize I need a bath: My dark brown hair is really oily, my face is dirty, and my hazel eyes are starting to turn a little red from my lack of sleep.

"Ugh, what does she see in this..?" I ask, and I up and leave to search for a lake to wash off in. I search for a while near the cave, and I finally find a small pond, and wash my face. While I'm washing, though, something pushes me in, so I naturally flail and splash, and when I calm down, I see Mizzy looking smugly at me, still my size.

"This is exactly why I have trust issues with you!" I shout, but she just laughs.

"Well, that's what you get for shirking your work! I bet you didn't even find any salt." She says, but I get out of the pond and harrumph.

"I most certainly did! You cave is practically lined with the stuff! My only problem was separating it from the rest of the rock." I say, taking off my robe and wringing it out. I know that leaves me in my underwear around her, but I don't really care anymore. Besides, she's seen me in less.

"Well, I guess we're both done then." She says simply, but I start getting that icky feeling again.

"Yeah... I guess so..." I say cautiously, and I'm about to put my robe on, when that bitch pushes me back into the pond, causing me to drop it, and now I'm cold, sopping, and pissed.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MIZZY!?" I yell, and she starts laughing.

"What? It's funny!" She says, and I grab her leg and pull her in with me. So, she flails and coughs, then gets mad at me.

"What the hell, Mal?" she asks, and I just stay pissed.

"Not so funny when it's you, is it?" I ask, but Mizzy just smiles.

"Whatever, I still got you first." she retorts, causing me no end of rage.

"Ugh, whatever, I'm going to dry off." I say, going back to the cave.

"Oh, come on, you needed a bath anyway." Mizzy says, pulling herself out of the pond, and as she got out, I'm not sure how, but there was steam coming off of her as she got out, like the water was evaporating on her, and I'll admit: It was pretty fucking cool. However, Mizzy must have caught me staring, and she feigned embarrassment.

"What are you looking at, you perv?" She says, and I , naturally, start blushing and getting angry.

"Don't you start with me! Check your own track record before calling me names!" I say, but Mizzy just laughs, and puts her arm over my shoulder.

"Oh, come on, don't be such a sourpuss! Let's get to the cave before Whip shows up." Mizzy says, and I solemnly agree.

"No more pushing me into anything, though." I say, shivering due to the cold. Finally, we reach the cave, which is pretty warm for some odd reason, now that I notice it. I don't know, maybe it's magic, maybe it's Maybelline. Honestly, I stopped trying to figure this world out a long time ago. Nonetheless, as soon as we get back, I put on my robes and helmet, sit down, and take a nap. After a while, I wake up to see Mizzy asleep and leaning on my shoulder. I don't care anymore, so I let it be. Then, Whip comes in, carrying a big burlap sack with someone struggling inside. Needless to say, I'm quite pleased with the results.

"Well, I see you're not dead. What, or WHO, is in the bag?" I ask, and Whip smiles.

"It's the unicorn you wanted, of course!" She says happily. I'm pretty happy, too, and now I have everything to complete the ritual! That Deathdealer is as good as mine! Suddenly, though, a voice screamed from it that made my blood run cold:

"Hello? Who's out there!? Unhand the great and powerful Trixie this instant, or suffer the consequences!" The voice screamed, and I turned to a very scared-looking Whip, too angry to even think straight. Then, moving her appointment with my pimp hand to a later time, I grab the sack and empty it of its contents, which turned out to be a blue-furred, white-maned, definitely NOT Rarity-type pony.

"It's about time you cowards showed your... selves..." She trailed off as her gaze turned to me. In that moment, she looked as terrified as one could get. Clearly this one had heard of me.

"Great and powerful, huh? Try poofing your way out of this." I say, then I Pimp-slap her so hard, time seems to slow down, just like with Celestia, and she hits the ground like a rock, unconscious. Then I shake my hand, having sated its face-lust.

"Alright, Whip, care to explain this?" I ask her, and she lowers her head in shame.

"I'm sorry, sir. It was dark, and I'd never even SEEN Rarity before, so I assumed that this one had to be her! I await my punishment, now." Whip said, turning her head so that I would get the side that wasn't scarred by my last pimp-slap. Needless to say, I oblige, and I don't even turn my hand: I just slash her across the face for her insolence, and she sprawls to the ground, clutching her face, but she doesn't even whimper. Damn, this bitch is tough. Anyway, Whip then gets up, and I point to the unconscious mare that had called itself "Trixie".

"Whip, I want this one tied up, or I'll start poking even more holes in you than there are now." I say, and whip rushes to complete the task, still holding the place I slashed her. Thankfully, it's not too deep, so it'll heal nicely. But as she's holding it, I almost don't catch it, but she seems to smile and blush as she holds her wound. I don't think I'll ever get used to this, but I ignore it anyway. As long as she does her job right, I might have to start REWARDING her with pimp-slaps soon. Won't that be fun? anywho, we then get the unicorn tied up, and Mizzy wakes up shortly after, taking notice of Whip first.

"Jeez, Whip, who'd you piss off?" Mizzy asks, then she notices the bloody claws of my left gauntlet.

"Ohhh..." She says simply, then she sees the hostage. "And who's this, Mal? Sure isn't Rarity." She oh-so-helpfully points out.

"I know that!!! Whip has failed me, and brought me the WRONG FUCKING PONY!!!" I yell, punching a wall, cracking it. Oddly enough, my gauntlets are unharmed. Hell, my entire ensemble has survived hell and back, and just seems to magically repair itself the next day, making me wonder... Nah, I'm going off on a tangent now. Back to the story:

"Jeez, no need to get mad! I was just being observant! I think we can still make this work." Mizzy says, and I calm down.

"I suppose you're right. Unknown hostage is better than no hostage, I suppose..." I say, feeling my bloodlust lower.

"Yes, see? Now, what are we going to do with her?" Mizzy asks.

"I'm going to use her horn, and summon the demon, just like the plan." I say, getting the dirt and making a 7-foot circle out of it. Luckily, Mizzy had a few yardsticks in her hoard, so that was no problem.

"Whip, get the other stuff and spread it all over the circle. If I read the book correctly, it shouldn't matter what order you toss them in, as long as the ground-up horn is last." I say, moving to rip the horn off the blue unicorns head. Before I can, however, Mizzy stops me.

"Mal, wait. I don't think we should use hers." Mizzietta says, causing me to groan in annoyance.

"Why not?" I ask tiredly.

"Remember the thing I said about the barriers and finesse? Well, now's the perfect time to try it out." She says.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?! Of all the times, you want me to blow off my plans now, just so you can test some dumb theory?" I ask, blood pressure in the red zone.

"It's not a theory. A demon is only a temporary solution; what if we had to go against someone like the griffins next time? They can take any demon we throw at them!" Mizzy says, but I just scoff.

"Obvious: send a bigger demon." I say, and Mizzy facepalms.

"No! Demons only go so far! At some point, you're going to need to learn how to talk to the other races! That's the whole point of being an evil overlord! Learning to bargain and threaten! Jeez, do you even have a brain beneath that helmet?" Mizzietta shouts, and gears start to turn in my head.

"Alright, I'll try talking. But this had better be worth it, or I'll sic my Deathdealer after you first!" I say, and Mizzietta shrugs.

"Fair enough." She says, and I just grumble, since I have no witty response to that. I then walk up to our new hostage, and shake her head, waking her up. The reaction is pretty much the same as the first time, including the fear and surprise when she sees me.

"Wake up, Buttercup. Me and you have something to discuss, and I really don't feel like sweeping up your ashes." I say, and Trixie's reaction is immediate:

"W-what do you want? Trixie is only a magician!" She says, and I start to get really tired of her talking in third person, so I gently grasp her head, causing her to shut up.

"Listen here, Trixie, I don't want to kill you, because you can be pretty helpful right now. However, if you continue to speak in the third-person point of view, I'm going to crush your head like a tomato." I say, and Trixie nods violently.

"U-understood." She says, and I get up.

"Now, let's get to business. First, though, let's start with a question: Tell me everything about yourself." I say, and Trixie goes off on her personal history, from birth, to her rivalry with Twilight Sparkle. At that exact point, I get the greatest idea I have ever concocted in my life. I then stop her as she concludes her story about finding the Alicorn amulet.

"Alright, that's enough, Trixie. It appears your only useful assets to me are your knowledge of illusionary arcana, and your... history, with Twilight." I say, and I can see the gears turning in Trixie's head as she starts to realize that I'm not after her "magicians secrets".

"Yes, such limited uses, but each of them can be of great use... Especially your relationship with Twilight Sparkle." I say, letting my inner villain out. God, I can only remember when I had this much fun, and that was back when I first got here.

"Tri... er, I, cannot help you with that! To take on a princess, even one in training, like Twilight... It's unthinkable! I can help with the magic part, though!" Trixie says hopefully, but I just laugh, dashing her hopes.

"No, you can still get me to the little princess-to-be, but it will not be directly..." I say, and then pause for dramatic effect then I continue:

"Yes, you will deceive her. You, Trixie, will lure her away from her friends, and then I will capture her." I say, thinking of a new plan altogether: If a unicorn horn can get me one Deathdealer, imagine how many an alicorn horn will get me? However, Trixie seems hell-bent on defying me.

"Trixie will not stoop to such levels as you cowards'! The great and mighty Tri- eep!" She says, when I raise my hand as if to slap her, then I lower it, thinking of a plan to get her on our side.

"My apologies, Trixie, I'm simply on edge, and can't stand the way you keep talking in the third person. However, I'm a reasonable individual, and understand your situation. You are in the lair of a quite dangerous enemy of the public, and you have no way to defend yourself. I understand. So that is why I have to ask you: Why do you defend her?" I ask, and the question seems to catch her off guard.

"Well, she's going to be a princess for starters, and..." I stop her right there.

"Let me stop you right there. You and her have had a rivalry for a while, yes?" I ask.

"Well, yes..." Trixie replies.

"And then, even though she clearly started it, she had the audacity to forgive you, without even an apology?" I press, and Trixie seems flustered by this. I don't actually know WHO started it, or even HOW it ended, but I figure that that's how it went, and she seems to agree with it, so I roll with it.

"I suppose..." Trixie says slowly, clearly flustered by her position.

"So, from what I've gathered from your story, You were the superior mage. You should have won one, if not BOTH fights. And yet, both times, you are defeated, and then Twilight poses herself above you by making YOU apologize? In what way is that fair?" I ask, and Trixie finally figures out what I'm getting at as a look of realization sweeps over her face.

"I... I don't know." Trixie says finally. I have this bitch right where I want her.

"And now, that same brat is going to take a crown and be a princess on SHEER LUCK, whereas you are stuck performing. Do you know what that is, Trixie? That's just not fair. If you ask me, it should have been YOU who won each fight, not her." I say, and she seems to agree with me.

"Yes, but... What is Trixie supposed to do? It's not like I can just take the crown from her." Trixie says, defeated.

"YOU cannot, little one... But I can. Lure her to the edge of town, say that I'm setting an ambush there or something, and then let me handle her. Do this, and I will give you anything. Power, wealth, vengeance, whatever your heart desires." I say, and Trixie finally succumbs to my magnificent speechcraft skills. Level 87, bitches!

"Fine. I will bring her here, but I want something... else." She says, and I reply.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"I want to fight her when we have her." Trixie says, shocking me.

"What? That's dumb." I say.

"You don't understand! She has humiliated the great and powerful Trixie twice, and I want vengeance on my own terms! when you've defeated her the first time, Trixie demands a swing at her the minute she gets back up!" Trixie says, and I smile beneath my own helmet.

"Fair enough." I say, cutting her ropes with a bolt of fire.

"Now, let us go, Trixie, and remember: I will be watching." I say. Then, I have Mizzy carry us both as close to Ponyville as we can go without being spotted, and I use my awesome hiding powers to stay out of sight. (actually, I just used a half-assed cloaking spell to hide myself as I followed Trixie. Don't judge!) As the time rolls on, I see her finally get to the library, knock, and Twilight answers the door. All is falling into place. I almost laugh as I see the two start to talk, though I'm too far away to hear any of it. Then, Twilight exclaims something, and Trixie leads the way. Oh, this is turning out just like a spy movie! Cop gets info from a "Friend", gets led to a secluded place, and then BAM! Betrayal! Oh, I shudder with joy as I thought of how that last part would go. I am so excited, in fact, that I start thinking up lines in my head for when I finally pull it off. So, we all walk through the town, out of the borders, to the edge of the woods... and then, I strike!

"This is the place." Trixie says, and Twilight looks around, confused.

"Okay, I understand he should be around here soon, but is there any reason why I have to be alone?" Twilight asks, cautious of her situation.

"Because he wanted you delivered that way." Trixie says, smiling.

"Wait, What!?" Twilight asks, shocked. Then, I materialize an ice spike in my hand, uncloak, and get up to her ear.

"Surprise!" I whisper in my best french accent, and before she can turn around, I stab her in the back with the spike, which I doubled as a siphon for her magic, draining all of it into me as she screamed in a mix of shock and pain, and fell to the ground, wounded and powerless.

"I... I did it! I win! I win! I'm super bad!" I cheer, jumping in the air.

"Wait... You said I would fight her myself! This wasn't part of the deal!" Trixie says, but I don't really care for her agenda. I am the winner, after all, and she has outlived her usefulness.

"I have altered the deal. Pray I do not alter it further." I say, feeling like a total badass as I hoist Twilight's unconscious body over my shoulder and begin to carry her off. However, Trixie tries to stop me, like some kind of hero.

"You do not alter a deal with the great and mighty Trixie! I will make you pay for this betrayal, Malideus!" She says, preparing to cast some kind of spell. She never does, though, before I cast a bolt of raw electricity at her, causing her to spaz out and fall to the ground. Before I can leave though, she tries to get back up, so I do something I've always wanted to do to to someone for as long as I can remember: I hold out my hand, and, using my telekinesis, I literally force-choke her, like Darth Vader.

"You think you can betray Malideus, the scourge eternal, and escape with your life? I will show you otherwise, pest!" I say as Trixie struggles and coughs, clawing at her throat. However, I have had enough of her, and simply throw her into a tree, where she lays limp. If she's smart, she'll stay there and die. I, however, make my way back to the cave, for I have a date with destiny, and it's name is big fuckin' demon summoning time! Hell yeah!