"So you got rid of the prince?" Black Jesus inquired. He paced back and forth as he talked on the phone with one of the McMannus brothers, who he told to get rid of Prince Blueblood.

"Do you really think we would fail? I would be damned if that scumbag walked." Murphy's voice responded.

A satisfied smile spread across Black Jesus's face upon hearing this news. "Excellent work, my child. I will see you when you get back. I trust you didn't have a problem getting out of there."

"We can't exactly blend in with a bunch of fuckin' pastel colored miniature horses, but we managed." Murphy stated.

"Mind if I ask how you managed to escape?" Jesus asked.

"Well..." Murphy began after a short pause.

-Shortly before-

The two Saints sprinted through the corridors, their weapons drawn as they scanned for targets.

"What the fuck was that?!" Connor demanded, shoving his brother into a wall.

"Did you honestly think they weren't going to notice us just walking out of there like nothing? We're not pastel colored horses, are we?" Murphy countered.

"Lay off. Let me think this through." Connor stated, rubbing his forehead as he pondered on their next move. His head shot up as he heard the echo of boots sprinting down the hall in their direction.

"They're working for him. Show no mercy." Murphy stated, tossing aside the suitcase he was lugging around and pulling out his other desert eagle, aiming down the corridor. Connor overturned a nearby table and ducked behind it, holding his eagles at the ready.

A small, metal cylinder bounced down the hall way and stopped right in between them.

Murphy immediately recognized it. "Flashbang!" He shouted, barely managing to turn his head in time to escape its blinding flash. Ears ringing, he turned his attention back to the corridor in time to see a squad of armed ponies dressed black uniforms and body armor turn the corner. He raised his desert eagles, firing off a couple of rounds blindly in their direction. A pain scream followed the gunshots, signalling that he got a lucky shot. Connor peaked up over the table, noticing that all the soldiers were taking cover by the wall opposite of him, and that they were completely oblivious that they were in his line of fire. Not wanting to waste this opportunity, he rose from his cover and raised his weapons, firing round after round at the ponies. Before anyone or anypony there had a chance to blink, six of the nine remaining ponies fell to the ground, dead. The last remaining three returned fire, ripping apart the table Connor was taking cover behind. Murphy moved out of his cover and opened fire on the trio, managing to take out one of them before they ran for cover. Connor took this opportunity to slide out from behind his cover and over to his brother, who continued to lay down covering fire.

"Murphy, I have an idea." Connor said. "Though, it may be a little risky."

"How so?" Murphy inquired, loading two fresh magazines into his desert eagles.

"You won't want to know." Connor stated, opening up his backpack and pulling out his rope. He slung it over his shoulder and aimed his eagle at the nearest window in his line of sight, firing several rounds into it. As the glass shattered and fell to ground, Connor tugged on his brothers sleeve and urged him to follow him. Murphy nodded in understanding, firing several more rounds at the soldiers before the two ran across the room and towards the window.

"Cover me." Connor stated, as he started untangling the rope. Murphy kept his eagles trained on the hallway, his fingers pressing down firmly on the triggers. He fired off a single round as a helmeted head poked around the corner.

"Hurry, I hear more coming." Murphy urged.

"Almost... alright, done. Get over here and hold on." Connor stated. Murphy turned and ran towards his brother, who had just finished tying the rope to the window seal. Connor pulled him in a bear hug as he tied to rope around him and jumped out the window.

"Quite impressive, my child. I'll see you in a few." Black Jesus said, before shutting off his phone.

"Sir, these two requested your audience." A gruff voice stated. Black Jesus turned towards the source to see one of Luna's soldiers standing beside two mares. But not just any mares. The Elements of Loyalty and Magic.

"You may leave, my son." Jesus said, waving him off.

"But sir-"

"No buts. I think I can handle a few mares." Black Jesus urged. The soldier flashed off a salute and marched away, as the two element bearers trotted up to him. The Element of Loyalty looked rather... serious. Annoyed, perhaps. And the Element of Magic just looked fucking furious.

"Who do you think you are?!" Twilight demanded as the soldier left the room, shoving her snout right up against his face.

"Black Jesus of Harlem. The son of Chuck Norris. The true god." Black Jesus stated calmly, gently pushing the mare back.

"How dare you claim to be the son of God! A false god, no less! Where do you get off claiming that Celestia is a false Goddess?!" Twilight demanded.

"My child, your loyalty makes you so blind. If Celestia was a true goddess, why would she send you and your friend to handle emergency situations? When Nightmare Moon and Discord returned, she was powerless. If she was a goddess, she could simply just make them disappear. When Queen Chrysalis pretended to be Princess Cadence, Celestia would have seen through her lies if she was a goddess. And when they fought, Celestia wouldn't have lost if she was a goddess." Black Jesus stated sternly.

"But-" Twilight began to protest, before Black Jesus cupped his hand over his mouth to silence her.

"She has tried to kill me, my friends, and your friends for our beliefs. She even tried to kill her own sister, my child. Regardless of whether she is a real goddess or not, that is inexcusable." Black Jesus reasoned.

Twilight opened her mouth to counter what he had said, but she couldn't think of anything to say. He was right, if she truly was a goddess, she would have easily defeated Discord, Nightmare Moon, and Queen Chrysalis. And he did try to kill her friends just for their opinions. She tried to kill the bearers of the Elements of Harmony. But... Celestia was always there for her. She was just as much as a mom as her own mother.

"I need to sleep on it." Twilight muttered, before turning around and walking away. Black Jesus nodded in understanding and turned to Rainbow Dash.

"And what about you, my child?" Black Jesus inquired.

"I came here to pummel you to a pulp for trying to get rid of Celestia... but after hearing that... I agree with you." Rainbow Dash responded. Black Jesus smiled and gently patted the top of her head.

"I'm glad. I can sense that the power of Old Spice is strong with you. But... you use Apple Spice. To unlock your true power, you must use this." Black Jesus said, as he summoned a bottle of *NEW* Old Spice Body Wash for Athletic Ponies (sponsored by the Wonderbolts) with his black magic and offered it to the pony with the rainbow mane. Rainbow Dash looked upon the bottle with awe as she snatched it from Black Jesus's palm.

"May I?" Rainbow Dash inquired.

Black Jesus smiled and motioned to a nearby door. "The bathing room is right over there, my disciple. Once you use that, you will have the power of a hundred suns. And then... we can begin our work."

Rainbow Dash nodded and eagerly gall oped for the bathing room. Black Jesus watched her gallop away with a satisfied grin. He had saved yet another soul. And with every new soul saved, the false Goddesses power would continue to weaken. Soon, she will fall, and all the ponies of this land will smell of Old Spice Body Wash.