Blood Moon opened his eyes, though he was not awake; far from it. He knew where he was and to say the least, was not happy about it. He was inside his own head. His dreams to be exact, around he saw what he normally saw; a deep forest at night time, the assassin sat on the outskirts of the thick woodland, rolling hills carried off into the distance covered in small shrubbery and nocturnal critters. The sky above him was overcast, the clouds covering the sky and stars, with the moon peeking over the top. The assassin trotted around the edge of the forest keeping to the shadows in a vain attempt to delay the inevitable.

'Wonder if I can evade her for the night, be alone with my thoughts. I have to think about what happened with Ditzy…' Almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind the Princess of the night made her inevitable appearance. Princess Luna; midnight blue fur, mane and tail that shimmered in the moonlight before turning to a translucent pale purple, her eyes sparkling blue. The deep black crest upon her chest, that Blood moon had always assumed was armour, depicted the crescent moon which doubled as her cutie mark upon her black flank seemed to glow in the darkness, the shoes on her hooves and small tiara on her head went well with the rest of her look. Though no matter how good she looked the Alicorn stood before the assassin would draw nothing but mocking comments and a deep sense of distaste but his history with her would always prevent any feelings of hatred. That said he still was not overly fond of her as she took delight in torturing him in his dreams; be it bringing up past mistakes and failures, tormenting him with some classic mind probing that would send a lesser pony's mind insane or basic physical attacks, preformed so masterfully that he could only wonder where she learnt to preform acts of pain so well.

"Blood Moon" she stated, mock formalities in her tone.

"Luna" the assassin replied, no respect in his voice. The assassin had never had a great degree of respect, if any at all, for nobles or royalty. To them respect was something they automatically had, not something to be earned or gained over time, just given to them by ponies they saw as below them. "To what do I owe the pleasure this night" he asked, already knowing the answer; she was hear for some sick pleasure.

"You know why I'm here" she told him, confirming that she wasn't here for chatting "so tell me, how goes the life of the lowest scum Equestria has to offer" she asks in mock casualness "from what I hear, a certain somepony has fond their special other" she taunts.

"How did you know about that" the assassin demanded.

"Oh please, you really think I spend all my time in your little old head" she sneers, a facial expression Blood Moon had never liked "Ditzy, it seems, is dreaming of you" Luna tells him, teasing this infamous and deadly assassin like a colt that has found a fillyfriend.

"Touching" he murmured "would it be too much to ask you to leave her out of this" the killer asks quietly.

"What's this, Blood Moon the infamous assassin, the Hunter, the assassin who cannot be caught, seen or killed, begging me to leave his marefriend alone" she laughs out.

"Y'know, you really have a darker side to you" Blood Moon tells her.

"Well, one-thousand years one the moon will take its toll on one's temper, especially when the pony that outrage is aimed at is the piece of scum that tried to kill her sister!" She shouted the latter part at him, her fuse definitely shortening.

"Ah, Nightmare where'd you come from, I thought I was tal-"

"THOU SHALL NOT COMPARE US TO NIGHMARE MOON WELP" the Princess of the moon roars in her Canterlot voice. Luna's horn glows a shade similar to her mane as the vines of the nearby trees lash out at the assassin, who offered no resistance to the attack; he had learned the hard way that this was Luna's domain and that trying to defend yourself was nigh impossible. He relaxed and waited for what was to come.

"Tell me Luna; where would you be if we were to be meeting each other face to face rather than your cowardly ways of confrontation, hiding inside the dreams of your victim" the assassin taunts. The assassin's taunts were all he had, combat was out of the question, trying not to break to her punishment was also pretty low when it came to chances and it was likely that she would be too busy inflicting pain to listen to any of his own mind tricks so simple insults were all's he had. The vines pulled, tightened, taunted and ripped against his limbs; Blood moon knew it was an illusion, simulated pain, but it didn't change the fact that it hurt like actual torture.

As the pain that Luna saw he deserved continued, the assassin thought about this side of her, trying to get his mind off of the pain that was likely causing him to stir in his sleep, this side that took pleasure in putting a pony through a nightmare.

'Huh, fitting choice of words' the assassin thought as he felt his legs dislocate under the strain supplied by the ever tightening vines. The Princesses were good at not showing the side of themselves that overthrew Discord, Sombra and had wielded the Elements of harmony; the side that won wars and fought. The sides of themselves that could be unnecessarily brutal at times.

"Huh, this isn't as bad as normal. Am I growing on you Lu-" the assassin couldn't finish his taunt as he was thrown across the small dream clearing and smacked into a dream tree, wishing the pain that followed was just as unreal.

"Would you like me to tell you what that mare was dreaming about? It was when you kissed her. She replayed that point over and over, tell me this assassin" she spat out the last word like venom "do you think yourself a knight in shining armour, her savour. A good stallion? Well, my little pony, let me tell you; you may not realise it yet but all you have done is preyed on the weak, using her to your own end no doubt."

"What makes you say 'prey on the weak' Luna" the assassin questions as he stands unsteadily.

"Ha, don't try and fool me assassin" she spat "I know your ways; put fear into an innocent mare's heart before putting on a ruse of comfort and friendship. You use ponies for your own gain, vile deceiver" Luna hisses at him.

"Oh please. 'Vile deceiver?' I thought that purple mare dressed as Starswirl got the Canterlot vocab out of your system last nightmare night" the assassin laughs at her choice of words. His taunt seems to hit a soft spot, though not what he was expecting. The Princess of the night leans in, letting her gaze bore into his (to no avail) before stating in a deadly whisper:

"You shall not talk about Twilight Sparkle, you filthy rat." Oh yes, he'd hit a sweet spot.

"You know this one do you" the assassin smirked "seemed terrified last I saw he-" the assassin was slammed into a tree viciously, causing him to cough up fake blood created by Luna's illusion. He laughed painfully as he was held against the tree by an enraged Princess.

"WHAT DID THOU DO TO HER WHELP" the Princess, once again, roared in her Canterlot voice. The assassin changed, no longer mocking or smirking, but becoming deadly serious.

"You really want to know" he asked in a challenging manner, his sudden shift making Luna regret asking "I'll tell you. When I saved Ditzy, do you know what I saved her from, or was your muzzle so far up your sister's royal flank to notice" he laughed unwilling to take a mature higher ground, seeing as it would do him no good. His insult got him a lash from the vines that felt like a bull-whip being raked across his body. "I'll take that as a yes" he groaned in pain but managed to keep the defying laugh in his voice. Struggling to stand up, he faced the Princess on all fours as he told her "I saved her from death and comforted her after defilement." When he told her, Luna must have be taken aback as the simulated forest around them seemed to sand still. Perhaps it was the atmosphere that his words brought with them, but the dream's wind faulted, the small sounds of life ceased and the sway of the grassed halted.

"Y-you what" she asked, paralysed.

"You, heard me Luna" he told her, his challenging voice flowed away and was replaced by the familiar mocking tone he so often addressed her with as he noticed her discomfort "oh, what's the matter my fearless princess" he asked putting sarcastic emphasis on 'fearless'. "What's wrong Lu-Lu, don't like the darker side of life" he continued. Luna seemed to snap out at this remark.

"You don't know the things I've seen so don't you dare, for one minuet think that-"

"That what? You've had it easy, you're a Princess. You've seen the darker side of life, no excuse for somepony that should be ruling and protecting the night. That you've seen the greater burdens of life, well don't you forget that I have too. We're no strangers to immortality Luna, and-" she went to interrupt but Blood Moon cut her off before she got a word out "BE SILENT YOU SAD EXCUSE FOR ROYALTY" he roared, his age old attitude resurfacing "I was there the day you were born, I was there the whole of that damned war, I was there as you turned bitter and watched you turn into Nightmare Moon, I was living a lot longer before you Luna, and even longer than Celestia, and you know I was there throughout Discord's rule so don't think that I don't know the pains you've seen and felt Luna" he paused and calmed himself from his rage fuelled rant "and don't think I haven't seen worse. You think I don't know what you've see Luna; well don't forget I was there your whole life. We learned together, fought together" the assassin smiled at days millennia past "I watched you grow up, Celestia too. Just because I took a different path through life, doesn't take away the days we spent together in your youth" he finished. He had tried his damnedest to keep these memories suppressed but every time he was confronted by Luna they would come rushing back and it had got harder to keep his mouth shut in her presence. It was obvious by Luna's reaction that she was troubled by this outburst; in all the times she had approached him like this he had been remarkably impassive, asides from the first time, in which he had fought aggressively and been defeated, tonight however he had fought once again but in no way she could defend herself from. There was no escaping the truth. The Princess of the night watched the assassin she had once called friend breath heavily, his sudden anger leaving him. She now regretted her intrusion into his dreams.

"Blood Moon, I-I-" She could not think of anything to say, what could you say to such a speech, he had never referred to their time together before now and it was clear he felt better for it, like he had got something off of his chest.

"Save it Luna" he interrupted, sparring her "just leave me to my mistakes, and my regrets" he requested.

"Regrets" she repeats in a confused manner "you always say that you don't regret your choices or actions" she told him.

"I didn't" he admitted with a sigh as he looked over the hills rolling into the distance "but what happened with Ditzy…it troubles me" he explained, surprisingly comfortable with confiding in Luna.

"Really" she said setting down next to him "how so" her wise and sage like side coming through. The assassin sighed deep and long.

"Throughout my life I have made mistakes but none linger on my mind as this one dose, if only because I'm not altogether sure if it was a mistake at all" Blood Moon told her in a strange form of confession.

"Tell me what you mean by that; start from the top." Blood Moon proceeded to tell the story of yesterday's events; from when he arrived in Ponyville to when he arrived at Ditzy Doo's house. Once finished, he took a deep breath as he awaited Luna's answer.

"I see what troubles you then. You wonder if it was too sudden" she concluded as she looked over the peaceful planes she had created in Blood Moon's mind.

"Yes, I wonder, would it be too much to ask for your advice on the situation" he requested, not without a hit to the pride. Luna's quick outburst explained the hit he took.

"Hahaha, oh old uncle Blood Moon asking for little Luna's help after all those time I came galloping to you with my problems and you so readily listened. Now the shoe, it seems, is on the other hoof." Blood Moon smiled at one of his old memories, as well as the pet name he'd given her in her youth.

"Remember that time you came galloping into the training yard, a bundle of tears and worries, and all of a sudden I had a crying filly in front of me as I was addressing troops that were about to start their training. I still remember their faces as they watched me pick you up and carry you into your chambers, getting you to shush and tell me all about it" he recalled as he laughed heartily as he remembered their faces of confusion, turn to irritation before they turned to the expressions of stallions who'd hearts had just melted. Luna giggled a little too.

"You were always willing to drop everything for me and Celestia."

"I was, wasn't I. But can you do the same" he asked, bringing the convocation back to its point. Luna gave a long sigh.

"Well, I always thought you, of all ponies, would take greater care when treating a pony in that kind of distress. I get the feeling that she was going on frayed emotions and was indeed a vulnerable pony at the time" she explained in a guru like manner that did little to impress Blood Moon. The assassin sighed as he admitted his mistake in a defeated fashion.

"Maybe…but it didn't feel all that wrong. If it was a mistake, and I believed it in my heart, surly I would feel badly about it" he pondered aloud.

"Well I leave this for you to figure out, assassin" she said with no venom on the final word for once "I'm sure you'll come to the best answer. Ditzy as well." The assassin hummed in reply. "I must leave you for now Blood Moon but I look forwards to our next meeting" she told him. There was something in her tone that caused him to raise an eyebrow "It will be in person, at Ponyville." The assassin growled, she knew where he was and was likely to inform her sister, who had a much deeper hatred for him. Despite this he smiled.

"I look forwards to it, little Luna" he grinned. Luna smiled in response.

"Sleep well, Hunter" she left him with as her form turned to smoke and blew into the distance.

Blood Moon awoke from his slumber. Sweat drenched him and the couch he lay on but he was not very distressed or panicked, as he normally was when he awoke from dreams involving Luna. He slid off of the couch and stood; he could hear the shower running upstairs and assumed Ditzy was showering up there. He did not wish to see her right now; he needed to have some time to himself, time to think about what Luna had said and to decide on the best course of action. Trotting to the door, he dressed himself in his vest and picked up his blade, carrying it out with him. Once outside he looked around him once or twice before finding what he was looking for: a tree, a good, sturdy tree that was old and strong, the bark a deep brown and the leaves light green following the arrival of spring. Blood Moon trotted towards the tree and stopped around twenty paces away.

Thunk.

His blade hit the tree perfectly horizontal, having been thrown by the assassin via his right fore-hoof. The weapon vibrated in place slightly as it came to a rest; Blood Moon stared at it for a second before he approached it and ripped it back out.

'Luna was right; it was too sudden, she likely wasn't thinking strait after what happened and she barely knows me…maybe that's for the better. I wonder how she would take finding out that I'm more than ten-thousand years old.'

Thunk.

Blood Moon had no problem with the age difference; he was likely the oldest pony in Equestria and had come to terms with it; he was older than Celestia by about a thousand years and Luna about one and a half-thousand. It was impossible for him to find a mare his age, so it was simply practical for him to find somepony much younger than him, not that it bothered him, if his supposedly special somepony was bothered about his age than they were fools as far as he was concerned. He looked as he did when he was twenty-seven and always would look that way for as long as he lived, asides scars and wrinkles that is, so that would be no problem and he could act very immaturely at times, so complaining about an 'old stallion attitude' was not altogether possible.

Thunk.

His thoughts drifted back to Ditzy; he liked her, that much was for sure, and he got the idea that either she liked him or she was as Luna had suspected, and vulnerable at the time. His hoof flashed faster and the sword imbedded itself deeper into the tree, a sudden flash of anger fuelling his throw. The assassin didn't like the idea of 'preying on the weak' not in that respect anyway; it seemed un-gentlecolt like and he had always strived to act his best around mares and to always treat them with respect. He let out a sigh, feeling defeated, he knew he would have to come to terms with the idea that he had let Ditzy kiss him because he had been too preoccupied impressing her and had missed the signs. Looking back, they were obvious to him; slightly blushed cheeks, lingering stares, how playful she was acting when he'd been demonstrating his magic and above all the look she had given him just before the kiss. He'd lied to himself that day; he could have seen it coming but had been blinded by her cute facial expressions and attitude.

Thunk.

The other side of the argument spoke-up:

'She needed it, the way that day had been going for her she needed to feel better about herself, needed to feel loved' his instinct argued with his logic 'and don't you dare say you didn't like it Hunter.'

"Maybe they're both right" he murmured to himself.

"Who's both right" a voice asked.

"Eh, the voices in my head" he explained absently.

"You listen to the voices in your head" the voice said, perplexed.

"Well, you'd be surprised how much sense they make when you pay attention" he admitted.

"I'll keep that in mind" the voice told him.

"Yeah…Ditzy, how long have you been there" he asked the voice without looking at her, somewhat worried that he hadn't heard her approach.

"The third throw" she revealed "were you thinking about…" she trailed off, but Blood Moon knew what she was asking.

"Yeah" he said at length "listen Ditzy, I gotta know; what was going through your head when…"

"When I kissed you" she finished for him "I'm not sure, to be honest" she told him. She took a deep breath "I-I wasn't thinking straight, I was just feeling desperate and I needed something to take my mind off of…what happened" she hung her head, ashamed and defeated "I'm sorry if-"

"Don't be" Blood Moon cut in; he had turned to face the grey mare properly "whatever you do, don't regret. Nothing good comes from regretting what you do throughout your life. Especially if you don't need to regret what you've done." Ditzy detected the change in his tone and looked up at him "I understand why you kissed me, you were…distressed and not thinking straight, your thoughts clouded" he told her, explaining his theory. Ditzy looked up, her unfocused gaze settling on Blood Moon.

"I guess that's true" she paused as she gathered her thoughts "but it's not the whole truth." She watched Blood Moon's expression turn from all-knowing and sage like to one of confusion and curiosity. "I needed to feel better about myself and the fact that I had…lost…my virginity" she said, still coming to terms with it "I needed to have some kind of reassurance about how my love life could go…"

"So you shared your first kiss with somepony you saw cared about you" he put together for himself. So he had been right at the time; she needed to feel better about the day and apparently her sharing her first kiss was her way of dealing with it. Well, some ponies dealt with things differently from others. He couldn't blame her, she had just been raped and he knew she was lucky or very strong willed, that she had come away with no mental scars. None he could make out anyway.

"I-I hope you don't mind" she said a little timid of his reaction. Blood Moon responded with a kind smile on his face.

"Ditzy, don't worry about it. I never saw it as wrong…or unpleasant" he told her with sincerity in his voice. His last comment caused Ditzy to blush. The pair sat there for a few minutes in companionable silence.

"So, um… sorry to seem blunt but" she faltered, apparently unable to word her next sentence "where…should we take this." Blood Moon knew what she was trying to ask and gave a small, lopsided grin.

"I'd like to see where it goes" he told her, more or less asking her out in code. The reaction was immediate; she beamed at him a second before lunging at him, though this time Blood Moon expected it, he rolled onto his back as the mare landed on him and wrapped his for-hooves around her neck in tight embrace, which Ditzy returned in earnest. Blood Moon noticed it again and he could only wonder, how in Equestria, their groins kept pressing against each other. Ditzy seemed to notice as well, as she looked down with a deep red blush on her face.

"I thought you were just friends." Blood Moon froze, as did Ditzy. The assassin slowly turned his head to the left, were the voice had come from, as the mailmare did the same.

'I'm slipping, getting old, must be' the assassin thought as he looked at the pale purple filly that had a small smile on her face as she looked at the hugging stallion and mare. Ditzy's wings spread as she took flight and got off of Blood moon.

"Uhhh, well-you see" Ditzy stammered. Blood Moon grunted in amusement at her loss for words.

"We were just showing how we felt for each other" he explained as he looked up at the mare that was staring at him in disbelief. He saw no point in hiding a rather obvious relationship between the two; he also knew that Dinky would likely figure it out for herself. The filly squealed and leaped up to her hovering sister, pulling her into as big a hug as she could manage, before she dropped down onto the on-looking unicorn assassin and pulled him into a another hug. The assassin grunted as the filly landed on top of him, right on his chest, as she wrapped her hooves around him. He couldn't help himself; he returned the hug but he tried to be gentle with her, knowing he sometimes he did not know his own strength. Ditzy looked down at the stallion hugging the filly and felt her heart melt; Blood Moon seemed to be a different stallion around Dinky and it easily showed; he was gentle, calm, kind and he treated her with the same respect the would show a mare her own age. He'd make a great father someday.

Blood Moon broke the hug first and stood up. No matter how much he liked the company of Ditzy and Dinky, he had to do something to keep active and he knew what that something was.

"Ditzy, I have to do something around the Everfree" he lied, surprisingly uneasy with it.

"Ok, I have to take Dinky to school anyway" she told him in response.

'Well that's convenient' the assassin thought. Blood Moon got his things and parted ways with them not a minute later, making his way to Ponyville, finding the bar in which he found Sand Stalker. The extended journeys were beginning to annoy him, having to keep to the side streets and back alleys was starting to become tedious and the close calls were beginning to him making him too paranoid for his own good.

Arriving at the bar, he was welcomed by Sand Stalker head-butting an earth pony that seemed to be bugging the mare tending the bar.

'Charming fellow' he thought as he passed the stallion holding a broken snout and muttering something about a 'damn bucker' that was standing at the bar and chatting to its tender (who seemed much more comfortable with the company).

"Sand" the assassin said from besides the mercenary. Said soldier of fortune turned to him, un-shocked and un-phased, and smiled slightly at his presence.

"Blood Moon, wondered if I'd see you again" he said quietly, so the barmare would not hear him "need to talk" he asked, hinting over to the door. Blood Moon nodded. Back in the alleyway they had spoken in before, they picked up the convocation about the important aspects of Ponyville almost like no time had passed.

"Now, the mares you mentioned" he said starting things back up without any pleasantries or formalities.

"Twilight Sparkle" Blood Moon remembered the job he had been given "Rainbowdash, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity and Pinkie Pie; they look after Ponyville and are all pretty well known. There's something else too, they all represent the elements of harmony" he explained. Blood Moon simply sighed; he had suspected as much, but hoped he was wrong. He needed to learn more about this Twilight herself in order to decide whether or not to go through with this job. He had to admit it though; the more he learned about this job the more difficult it appeared, more challenging. He smiled at the prospect of a half decent job after so long; Celestia's student, Element of Harmony, well known and a powerful unicorn. He wouldn't just jump into this job though, his code came first.

"Thank you Sand Stalker, but I need to be going" he told the mercenary. The merc grunted.

"What, not even gonna let me by you a drink" the assassin raised an eyebrow at the gesture "I ain't got any friends left" he explained. The assassin saw no reason not to oblige.

"Alright but one drink, I have a job to do" he told the merc, who grinned at the idea of having some company as he drank away his sorrows.

An hour later, filled with one drink, a few exchanged stories and a goodbye between the two fast friend, and Blood Moon was stood in the shadows, watching the home of Twilight Sparkle. Over the years, he had come to see buildings as having their own personalities and it was easy to regard a structure as a pony. Fortresses were soldiers, organised and armed, a science facility was a scientist, filled with knowledge, was potentially paranoid and had the distinct possibility of being slightly insane, and civilian building, such as a house or public service, was your basic pony, they had patterns that were easy to follow. This would be the weakness of any mark held up in a house, or library in this case, but sod's law had it that absolutely nothing happened all day and he couldn't shake the feeling that this was an unusual occurrence for Twilight Sparkle, if her large group of friends were anything to go by. Still, he needed information about this mare and it was starting to look like he would have to go for a good old fashioned break-in to try and find any kind of information about his target, without raising eyebrows of course, that being the reason he was not simple asking about this unicorn because having to ask somepony else would make him stand out too much. There was also the fact that he preferred to have his own information about his marks, a personal trait that spawned from his third rule of conduct.

The assassin looked to the sky, a full day had passed and he'd done practically nothing but watch the Golden oaks library, meaning he'd wasted the day. He sighed in defeat and stood, making his way back to Ditzy's house. Half way there he stopped and looked around himself; he was still in the shadows and nopony could see him, the streets were sparsely populated and the assassin saw no guards nearby so he felt there was no better time to conduct a small experiment. He moved out of the shade and began to trot the streets of Ponyville like anypony else; he didn't expect it, but nopony seemed to pay him mind, the odd scared look, sure, but nopony screamed or galloped for the guards, as far as he knew that is. This made the journey back to Ditzy's place faster and for that Blood Moon was grateful; he was beginning to get impatient with all the cloak and dagger, skulking around Ponyville. Not fifteen minutes later, he was at the small house, situated on the outskirts of the town, and was watching Ditzy and Dinky play together; it appeared to be a form of hide and seek in which Ditzy never won as she was always trying to hide behind small shrubs and became genuinely surprised when her little sister found her. The assassin watched from a distance, amused to no end, before he approached the pair.

"I'd like to see you find me that easily" he called over in his way of announcing himself. Dinky looked over and smiled while Ditzy gave one of her own and waved.

"Hey there Mr Blood Moon, how've you been" Dinky asked, galloping her small filly gallop over to him.

'Oh, well I've been watching the home of somepony I mean to kill. The entire day was a frustrating waste and now I have to resort to breaking in at night time just to learn about her because I'm the stallion that killed the rapists and attempted murderers of your sister/mother, an act I performed in broad daylight in front of my mark and her friends, so I can't just go asking about her. I'm enraged at the amount of timber-wolf droppings I have to trek through to get this job done, frustrated at myself for allowing myself for kissing your big sister after she'd been sexually assaulted and been driven insane by a certain Princess of the night who has been tormenting my dreams ever since she returned, only to find she is either an ally or could bring the cavalry into Ponyville and have me ripped limb from limb, so, foal, I guess you could say I have the full brunt of the Equestrian army breathing down my neck for external problems and my own mental arguments about how I feel about Ditzy doo for internal problems. How am I doing filly…'

"I'm fair" the assassin told Dinky Hooves. The filly smiled in response and went inside, most likely to avoid the dark clouds overhead. "Another storm" the assassin commented on the repeat of yesterday's weather, the rain from which had only just dried out.

"Yeah, I think we should get inside before" the rain began, pelting down on the stallion and mare "we get wet" Ditzy finished a little hopelessly.

Once inside the three of them sat down at the fire which warmed them as they spoke about their days. Blood Moon made little attempt to speak, instead listening to the pair's tails about how boring school was and how the ponies at work were suddenly giving her a wider birth than usual, after yesterday's events. The assassin listened, but his mind was elsewhere, thinking up a plan for tonight. Infiltrating a library would be no challenge, nor would gathering info on Twilight. A simple in-out job by all standards, but he wouldn't be caught off-guard and decided to go in there as if he were storming a fortress that was protecting the princess herself. With that in place, he allowed himself to sleep briefly, it was nine now and sleeping five hours would put him to two in the morning, nopony would be awake that late, that at least he knew and could be sure of, seeing as most towns practically fell asleep as a hole at around one in the morning and Ponyville would be no exception. He took comfort in the fact that after this, he could really get things moving. After this, either he would deem Twilight Sparkle as innocent or he would have her blood on his hooves. He grinned at the prospect of killing somepony close to Luna and Celestia and he would be sure to treat it as the great princess of the sun's punishment for what she did to him so long ago.