Eternity is a long, long time.

Few know this better than Discord, the living embodiment of Chaos itself.

There was once a time when Discord was a mortal draconequus, like all others of his dying race. A little more than a shell of his previous self, he was once no more than a broken servant.

But now?

Was he a god?

No, even that wasn’t a proper title.

Now, Discord was so much more.

The moment he embraced that whirling, untamable vortex of mayhem, ‘Discord’ ceased to truly be. He vaguely wondered from time to time if that had been Celestia’s intention all along; perhaps she had been just as manipulative as her wicked father, and he had played right into her hooves so that she and her sister could claim immortality for themselves while he assumed the role of scapegoat.

But he still had the upper paw.

Even were Celestia and Luna to live on and on, until the sun and moon died out, they were not truly ‘immortal’. All things must come to an end eventually; such is the nature of existence.

Discord, however, stood in direct opposition to the nature of existence. He died, and lived, and died again, a hundred billion times over and over every single millisecond. He could not live because he had never been, he could not die because he was not alive. Discord could not, would not be classified as dead or alive – he simply was, and that was how he remained from that one fateful moment onward.

Chaos was not just a being, or a force. Mayhem was not simply an idea.

Discord was a fact, and one that he disproved frequently.

Maybe it was madness that brought him back from the abyss of chaos. Perhaps the maelstrom itself had spat him out. Discord neither knew, nor really cared. Reality itself bended and warped at his whim, shifting at his talontips with every passing moment. But even that unfathomable depth of power meant next to nothing to him, compared to his own freedom.

To be his own Master, to walk as a free draconequus.

That was happiness.

Or maybe it was madness, and his mind had been so scorched by the touch of insanity that he could no longer differentiate between logic and the nonfactual.

Bah.

Madness just meant that existence was a little more fun.