When we got back to Canterlot, there were fun times to be had… if not somewhat forced.

The next day went as normal as ever. I got up, had some breakfast, and then wandered about the castle, trying to sate my boredom. I swear, I either needed to go back to Earth and download some games onto the computer on my sleeve, or take the girls out on a bunch of dates.

Anyways, my normal walk around was going well. It seemed like a good day, the guard was training out in the yard, and Luna and Celestia were in the throne room listening to the ponies. I decided to walk back to the guards who were training. Amongst them was a complaining Blueblood. I was glad to see he kept his word from out bet. Even if he was being a whiny bitch about it.

“I’m just saying, why can’t we start out on a smaller scale for new recruits? Forcing ponies that aren’t used to the strain through such rigorous training could-.”

“Stop complaining, maggot!” The middle-aged drill instructor yelled. “When you get to my age and my rank, THEN you can complain! Now drop and give me fifty!”

Wow, was it wrong for me to be getting a laugh out of Blueblood’s torture? Actually, come to think of it, the one in this world was a prick, screw him.

The drills continued for about five more minutes before being interrupted.

“Intruders!” Came the yelling from a guard in the standard golden bronze armor, running up to the drill instructor. “They’re powerful, sir! They have something that’s cancelling magic! We need to get these recruits out of here, orders from Luna!”

“Right,” the drill instructor said. “Let’s get going maggots! We don’t have time to wait! Get to the barracks!”

The drill instructor led the recruits back in the direction of the barracks. The guard who delivered Luna’s message turned to me.

“Sir,” he said. “Luna has requested you get out for your own safety, as well. She and Celestia are already evacuating as we speak.”

“No, I know how to deal with these jerks,” I said. “I just need to grab Yngve and-”

“Sir, they’ve captured Yngve,” the guard said. “Or, they tried. They grabbed him, tried to chain him, then he just disappeared. He hasn’t returned. The only ones of the protectors that you brought forth are the one known as Hyper Bolic and the vision of the dead king Solaris.”

“Shit,” I said aloud. “I still have to face them, though. They shouldn’t be here, and they need to understand that.”

“Sir?” the guard questioned.

“Go help with the evacuation, soldier,” I said. “I have someone that I need to call.”

“Yes, sir,” the guard said before running off.

Great, if I was right, it was these Die Leucht douchebags again. I swear, after this, I’m going to Avarice’s world and I’m hunting down these jackasses myself. For the moment, though, I have to summon said friend and show him what the fuck was going on with these douches.

I shifted around in my magic satchel for a bit, finding Avarice’s token, and lit it. But, instead of Avarice, I got Vaga, again. But something was off about him….

Vaga was...different, to say the least. His big travel pack was gone, and he seemed...grayer, less potent. Rather than feeling like I was in the presence of an Elder God, it was...weaker. He was still 14 feet tall, but he felt older, tired.

“Vaga?” I said when he stepped through that blue flaming portal that normally opened when I summoned him or Avarice. “What’s up, buddy? What happened to you?”

“Like Elder, like Younger.” Was all he said in response...oh shit, this is what that is then? Also, his voice was tired, and elderly. It didn’t hurt to hear either. “Avarice has absorbed enough of my power that he can use the Pack without me, and can freely access Limbo through it. I know why you’ve called. Sorry. Couldn’t reach them in time.”

“That’s okay, Vaga.” I said. “But now we’ve got to deal with them. I don’t want them here, especially not in my home.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got this.” Vaga stated before...why am I JUST now noticing this? On his back are four more sleeves, ending in sewn-in gloves. Oh~ his pack is gone now, so that’s why! It would also explain, no it didn’t! His ‘air arms’ appeared again, this time, each handing one of his new arms a gun while he held a Hyperion Brute in his main hands. One back arm had his Chiappa, another had a Hyperion Maximized Pistol, another held a sniper rifle? And the last one had a spinigun! ZOMG! He’s like first-stage Gilgamesh from Final Fantasy XIII-2! Only serious, and not joking.

“Wow, nice.” I said. “But check this out.” I pulled out my legendary Maliwan Volcano Sniper Rifle and showed it off to Vaga. “Pretty sick, right? I fought the Warrior in a volcano down in Dragon Country. And this wasn’t all.”

“I hate you, so much right now. Not even I can just summon a Legendary. They’re ALWAYS owned by somebody. Avarice is going to have a conniption when he finds out. Just be glad he isn’t my intended replacement, if HE found out, he’d murder you for it. Literally.” Vaga warned, and I could FEEL the jelly! Not from him, but someplace out there in the multiverse, somepony was VERY jelly.

“Well shit.” I said. “Again, this isn’t all I got. I did give a certain Hyperion legendary to Athena. If we find her, you’ll see it.”

“Proposed huh? Nice, didn’t think you one to commit.” Vaga commented, facing the direction the clashing and screeches of griffins was coming from.

“Shush!” I yelled at Vaga. “I don’t want anyone else hearing about that just yet! I need rings for the others first… And I need to take them on some dates.” I said, trying not to worry about the sounds of soldiers screaming in agony, and none of them seemed to be the enemy. “Shit, they’re dying out there!”

“Don’t even bother, they’re here.” Vaga said in exasperation. “They’re always already there. Like fucking Lord English.” At mentioning the Time Lord I felt a shiver, hoping that I don’t have the misfortune of connecting to a world where that evil being of destruction exists.

The east wall of the courtyard suddenly exploded outwards, flinging stone, mortar and dust everywhere, and a stream of fully-covered green-tinted steel-armored anthro griffons all mostly the standard lion-eagle kind stormed in, forming ranks with huge lances, swords, axes, halberds, shit, a whole fucking armory’s worth of variety came from these guys, aimed at us. There was even a...is that...okay, no, they don’t get to be that cool! At least seven of these guys had Greatbows! Like from Dark Souls! With spear-size arrows aimed at us! Each blade had the tell-tale green of orichalcum, while the bodies of the weapons were steel, making them even more dangerous. Their armor tells me that it has orichalcum too, and these fuckers are a shock troop of anti-mages.

“Well, shit.” I said. I took a second to think about my next actions before finally settling on my plan. I pulled up the Dice Roller Core and started whispering to it. “Hey DM.”

What is it? The DM responded.

“Is there anyway you could, I don’t know, move these guys?” I asked.

I tried that when they showed up. The DM said. Apparently, they have your essence in them. It’s tainted, though. It’s keeping me from being able to touch them.

“Well, double shit.” I said. I turned to the soldiers and put the Dice Roller Core away. “Well, plan B. ATTENTION ALL SONS OF BITCHES!”

“YOUR MOTHERS WERE HAMSTERS, AND YOUR FATHERS SMELLED OF ELDERBERRIES!” Vaga shouted, getting me to lose my fire and just start laughing my ass off, I wanted to say that, but damn it, he did the voice perfectly! Suddenly, even if these guys are badasses on the Borderlands scale or whatever, I couldn’t take them seriously for the moment.

“You mock us, when this world is weak, it’s soldiers pathetic, and it’s rulers unworthy. At least the Sisters of our world can actually put up a fight. What does this say for the rest of the multiverse? We shall bulldoze them all, and enlighten them of the true essence of Power.” A bigger, taller, and all-around stand-out from the wall of steel and orichalcum stepped forth. He was easily two feet taller than the rest, the armor for his beak was much more viciously curved into a more prominent hook, and the lack of a hair tuft at the tip of his armored tail and the patterned feathers of the inside of his armored wings were not eagle wings. “Do you yield? Or will we get to have fun?” He asked, eager for us to resist, his deep voice echoing from his helm.

“Give me a second to respond to that.” I said, before I put away my snipe and quickly took out my tome of D&D and searched rapidly through it. I could see Vaga giving me a questioning glance, but he remained silent, only idly aiming his Hyperion Caustic Longitude over his shoulder. I eventually found the page I was looking for and prepared the spell on the page. “So, Vaga, these guys are immune to magic, right?”

“Completely, it’s even turning their own magic back in on them, strengthening them, healing them, energizing them. These are true anti-mages, and they can even resist forces of the natural world. Fire, wind, lightning, even magnetism and Gravity. They aren’t immune, but they can’t be tossed around like ragdolls young Gravity Shifter. I hope you realize what you’ve gotten into, both with this, and your foolish acquisition of power.” Vaga warned sagely, his spinigun going over his other shoulder and spinning, preparing for a charge.

“Uh-huh, okay then.” I said. “So, what about sound?”

“That too, since it...ah...ha! It won’t be as effective as you think, but go ahead, I want to see them cringe.” Vaga prepared Chiappa and his pistol, aiming his Brute forward, getting ready.

“You’ll see more than that.” I said, casting the spell I had been holding. There was a small flash of light, when it settled, there was a Dubstep Gun like the one from Saints Row IV in my hands. “GET REKT, NEWBS!” I fired off the weapon, sending weaponized music at them. It wasn’t as blatantly effective as I had hoped, but the blue and purple beams of the gun made them all scream and fall over clutching their heads. Save the big guy, he just flared his wings and whipped his tail in agitation. How tough were these pricks? OH SHIT! I just barely Matrix-dodged a spear-sized arrow from one of the Greatbow Archers still standing. The fact that would’ve taken off my head meant he wasn’t taken down by the wubs either!

“Griffs, if you don’t get up, I will kill you personally.” Their leader’s dark voice was all they needed, and they all briskly got back up, and began edging towards us, a couple of the lighter-armored ones taking to the air.

“Vaga, we need to find the girls and leave. NOW.” I shouted, dodging another greatarrow by a hair, the force of it nearly spinning me to the ground, but then I flipped into a handstand on instinct as a glaive stabbed into the grass where I’d been standing, and without meaning to, I launched they heavily armored griffon away from me with gravity, but although I’m sure it would’ve normally turned him into a crumpled tin can of meat, he was only tossed several feet, and landed with unnatural grace. “REALLY?!”

“You go on ahead.” Vaga said calmly, blasting his attackers away with shotgun, pistol, rifle, and sniper rifle shots, but it seemed only the rifle and sniper rifle had much effect, as the other guns only knocked them back, while a few of the ones he’d shot with the rifles stayed down, bleeding, but got up shortly afterward. Their blood had a shimmering rainbow hue!

“The DM said they had my essence…” I said. “BUT THEY’RE USING IT FOR THEIR BLOOD?! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

My gobsmacked expression suddenly got a healthy helping of talon taco courtesy of the big boss among them, throwing me several feet back as he laughed with an air of superiority. “Our organization’s scientists created the recipe for orichalcum! What made you think your blood was special enough to avoid synthesization? What we have isn’t the real deal, but it mimics everything your base blood has to a T! It isn’t potent, because the refined forms require your actual blood, but we’ll achieve it eventually. Now stand down, and become a good donor, or I will relish crushing you bit by bit!”

“Yeah, no.” I sniped hatefully, pulling out my tome again to a special page. “No, you have something that belongs to me, and I’m not letting you keep it.” I looked at the page, describing a forbidden technique that had been lost to the ages. “IT’S TIME TO BEND YOU!”

I put the big-ass tome away, and took a stance that clearly put the big bad on edge. “Don’t know this form big guy? Good. Now prepare for pain.” I moved my body, my legs, arms, everything in a flowing motion as if I were water, or a leaf on the wind, and pulled away from them in a languid and harsh motion.

I watched as several of the soldiers fell, writhing in pain, their blood ripping out of their bodies in thin rivers that flowed through the air towards me. The larger ones fell to their knees, but were otherwise unaffected. The lead griffon stayed standing, completely unassailed. Yeah, that forbidden technique I mentioned earlier, it was blood bending. I quickly guided the rainbow essence to my mouth, drinking it all in as fast as I could, trying to ignore that my blood had been in the veins of someone else. When I was finished, I gasped, feeling some of my strength I hadn’t realized I’d lost return, but none of them had died, and even hissed as they got back up, struggling to move.

“You ripped the blood from my men...ha, ha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!” Big Bad started cackling as his men tried to gather themselves, Vaga remaining poised to attack as his air arms reloaded his guns. “This is hysterical! Weaklings! Retreat. You’ll get a proper flogging later. I’ll deal with these fools alone.” Wow, asshole has an ego.

“Don’t underestimate him Dox. He’s had both his blood replaced, and has drank a refined version. He isn’t some rank-and-file member of Die Leucht.” Vaga warned, backing away with his guns ready while the rest of the soldiers I’d put down all retreated through a swirling purple vortex.

“Um, Vaga, he has a huge sword.” I said, eyeing the boss’s weapon. It was an oricalcum edged steel monstrosity that was several times larger, and likely heavier than even the griffon that was going to wield it. It was easily 14 feet long, at least two feet wide, and had words in German engraved along the fullers. And he picked it up with one hand, not even resting it on something...or showing any sign of it doing anything to him. “I don’t have a sword…. at all….”

“You don’t want a sword, you want to run.” Vaga said, before an air-arm grabbed me and he high-tailed it with me being dragged behind him.

“FACE YOUR DOOM COWARDS!” Big Bad shouted, and with a flap of his wings, he was upon us! HOW FUCKING POWERFUL IS THIS GUY?! “You shall fall before Gram as all others have!” He sliced, not lugged, not forced, not even swung, he SLICED that monstrosity called a sword at us, cleaving Vaga’s legs off at the knees and sending him tumbling before his air arm tossed me as far as he could into the lower atmosphere away from the city.

“Damn it Vaga!” I screamed as I fell. He threw me as far away towards the Everfree as possible, and HOLY SHIT HE’S GAINING ON ME?! The big griffon was holding his giant sword in both hands, flying fast enough a cone was forming over him. “NOPE-NOPE-NOPE-SO~ MUCH NOPE!”

Counter, gotta counter. He’s gonna swing at me and I have to be able to counter. Need a sword, need a sword, need a- WHOA! Cold feeling in my hand!

I looked down to my hand, only to find a sword handle in it, a blade appearing to be running into my sleeve. Well, a sword’s a sword, better pull it out.

I pulled the sword, only to get a flash of light. When the light settled, there was the flamberge that Avarice had given me oh so long ago being gripped in both of my hands, the 6-foot slim and sexy greatsword felt comfortable in my grip. Hell yeah! This could be what I needed… but what’s up with the edge? It’s all blue… now it’s red…. and now it’s indigo. Wait a second, it has an Aetherium edge now! I was wondering where the Aetherium on my old sword went! HAIL TO THE (future) KING, BABY!

Before I knew it, Big Bird had suddenly finished closing in on me and swung his monstrous beast of a weapon at me. Only...we...did we just literally ping off each other like same-polarity magnets? I’m floating now, my gravity powers kicking in, and Big Bird is looking at his sword in confusion, or, at least I’m assuming confusion. All he did was knock me away. Why did his orichalcum...wait…. Orichalcum ‘Kills’ magic, Aetherium ‘IS’ magic given solid form! They repel! I suddenly got a shit-eating grin on my face.

“Aetherium, bitch.” I said. “An incredibly rare element that can’t be made by anyone but a dwemer.” It was true. The Dwemer were the only ones who had ever discovered the recipe, let alone were able to make it. That recipe was scattered to the world, but no one else could make it but the Dwemer. Pure magic is a bitch to handle. I mean, to give it solid form is to dilute it a lot, but hey, magic is magic is magic.

“Impossible! We’ve been trying to create such a substance for centuries! While I feel magic as a crutch is for the weak, I cannot deny it’s power. Such a thing, able to deny the nullification of Orichalcum...this armor is a nuisance then, and I shall not risk the sanctity that is the ancient weapon Gram.” Big Bird surprisingly tossed one of those portal rods below himself, and dropped his enormous sword into it, followed swiftly by him actually ripping his armor off, dropping it in as well, leaving himself bare save his comfortable looking orange and red silk pants, and iron-braced talons.

Whoa...Big Bird wasn’t all boast. He was ripped, like, Avarice levels of ripped. But that wasn’t what really drew attention. He wasn’t a lion-eagle, or a panther-crow. His orange and black striped tiger body, and his fierce brown and darker brown patterned feathers were those of a hawk. This...tiger-hawk griffon was easily 10 feet tall, and made of muscles for days. The cocking grin on his brown-tipped yellow hook beak and his gleaming excited eyes told me he wasn’t considering himself at any disadvantage, even exposed as he was. “Behold, child, the body of the epitome of physical prowess! I am Lord Iron Talon, head of the Enforcers of Die Leucht. You face death today, given form.”

Well shit. Welp, if I’m gonna die, might as well do it foolishly and with honor.

“Good for you.” I said, dropping my sword into my magic satchel and casting aside my hoodie into it. “I’m Dox Ad Finem, the Dungeon Master of Equestria and the True Dungeon Master’s champion. Today, you face death, given at the hands of the scales of life.” I started getting a weird feeling around my hands after saying that. I ignored it, though, as I had something much more important and annoying to focus on.

“Cute. You think you’re people.” Before I could react, I had yet another serving of talon tacos rammed into my jaw, launching me down into the forest, creating a long ditch through the trees and foliage. “But you’re all talk, no substance, like every other filthy mage.”

“There’s a difference between me and mages.” I said. “I LIVED IN THE WORST PART OF LA, BITCH!” I used my gravity powers to send myself flying into him, punching him in the gut while making my ascent. But...omg...he just clenched his abs onto my fist, and smirked down at me. Did...that even do anything?

“That tickled. May I have another?” Iron taunted, leaning down until he was in my face. “I am the closest a mortal can be to a god, without giving in to magic. Can you seriously make me bleed? Make me cringe? Even flinch? Try. Try little man.” He backhanded me away, and I was sent once again crashing through the Everfree like a gravity bomb. Ow...fucker...I’m so lucky I got these powers from the Gamma Pool, and lessons from Kat, or I’d be tree pizza right now.

“You fuck!” I yelled at him. I could feel my rage boiling, but I ignored it. I charged at him again, this time with more force. He didn’t flinch, but he did move back a bit from the impact. He grabbed my left arm, and a slight grip broke my wrist, making me cry out in pain, before he grabbed my face with his left talon while still holding my wrist in his right one, chuckling darkly.

“Lord Force see’s you as a threat? You’re nothing.” He started pulling, I gasped, feeling him starting to pull the muscles of my neck apart!

‘NO! Fucker! I won’t let you put me down so easily! Spare bodies or not!’ I changed my body’s constitution, my body becoming nothing but putty, the bastard’s talons squishing my head and wrist uselessly to his confusion, and I turned my right hand into a blade, not even using my powers since the metalloid arm could do that already, and jammed it into his chest. He lost some air, but the blade didn’t penetrate. It was enough for me to sink out of his grip though, and my right hand melded away as an Explosive blast charged from the barrel, and flashed in a ball of raw explosive power into his face as I fell, reforming my head and left wrist before floating a short distance away from him.

“Suck it, bitch!” I yelled at him. “I’m a changeling, motherfucker! Now taste my power!” I shot another blast of energy at him from my arm, hoping to distract him long enough so I could fix my arm. Since I kept it putty, it was easy enough to put it in place before returning it to normal, only to hear a deep, and terrifying tiger growl from the overpowered Herakles of griffons.

“Weakling...I will rip you in more than two pieces for that.” Iron Talon growled as the smoke cleared from...his...pfft...his face feathers were gone! “STOP LAUGHING!” I couldn’t help it! His pale skin under the dark feathers was just hilarious! It was all baby soft! My amusement ended when his feathers rapidly grew back out, and I was reminded he wasn’t just stupid tough, but also had my own regenerative factor with my blood in him, along with whatever a refined version did to him. Shit. “Killing you is too easy. I’d rather see how long you can survive being eaten alive repeatedly.”

“Yeah, how about no?” ‘DM, please, PLEASE tell me you have an idea? I don’t know how to use that black hole thing on purpose, and Kat didn’t teach me some of the more overly destructive techniques, not that I don’t understand why.’

Yeah, I’ve got next to nothing for ya. The DM said. Well, nothing that you haven’t done before…. But then again, maybe you haven’t realized what happens in a valley.

‘Seriously?! Why do you have to be so cryptic?!’

DM buddy, it’s my job. Can’t make it too easy now, can I? Then again, you are my champion. Eh, here’s a hint, don’t forget to wave.

‘The fuck does that- Oh!’

I knew what the DM meant, now. Wave, something I’ve done before, I didn’t get the valley thing, but hey, let’s add that in anyways. ‘Wait! What about my sword?!’

What about the Aetherium on your hands?

Oh shit. I could actually feel it! Well then, let’s get to it!

Iron had waited long enough, he’d been wanting to stay on the defensive, show me how helpless I am against him or something I bet, but he launched himself at me with one of his iron-coated talons ready to crush my sternum.

I charged the light blue-white Aetherium that covered my hands like skin, and then swung them like I had harder-than stone talons like the Iron douche I was fighting. As I swung my fist in front of me, I screamed three words…..

“HIT STREAM VALLEY!”

“GAH!” Iron actually choked. My blue energy covered fist plowed into his gut, making him bow a bit and slightly double over, but he grabbed my arm, and gasped air back into his lungs. I wasn’t scared though, because rather than be pissed, or retaliate, Iron grinned and looked at me in excitement. “Where did that come from brat? C’mon! Bring more! I haven’t had a good fight in twenty years!” He then let go and backed a fair distance away, actually looking prepared for a real fight, and I couldn’t help but grin, figuring I could actually even the scales against Winged Herakles here.

“Let’s try this one,” I said, charging my fist again. “Falcooooooooooooooooooooon” -my fist burst into flames and I charged Iron- “PUNCH!” I’ll admit, while he’s an ass, Iron won some respect points when he faced a fucking, REAL Falcon Punch with his own fist using only his own brute strength. Our fists clashed, and our impossibly hard fists collided in a struggle until we glanced off. I wasn’t sure what I felt at first, I didn’t really understand it then, but when I looked at Iron’s face and knew he felt the same, I just didn’t want to end this fight. I was having fun.

We began trading blows, our speed increasing until I couldn’t tell if it was a kick or a punch I was landing or taking. I felt my skin breaking, bleeding, my bones creaking, but I felt Iron’s incredibly hard hide doing the same under my own blows. After I clipped one of his wings though, the battle turned as he fell like a rock, I’d forgotten he needed those to be honest. I took advantage, and dove onto him, increasing my gravity several times. “TEN THOUSAND KILO PRESS~!” ONE PIECE REFERENCE MUTHA FUCKA!

We crashed into...oh shit! We flew over Ponyville! I think we just ruined somepony’s house!

“You okay, Talon?” I asked, concerned for the guy who had originally come to capture me.

“*wet cough* Brat…you’re still a couple centuries too young to worry about me.” I was admittedly unsurprised when Iron simply climbed out of the rubble, and nursed his chest. I could see blood dripping from his beak, but although he was cringing, he was also grinning with a hint of insanity that I was growing a little familiar with. “You broke something...nobody’s broken anything in me save Lord Force before...heh...guess he was right, you are dangerous.”

“Well, good to see you finally can tell.” I said. “Heh, you can warn him that I’m even coming for my blood. I don’t really care.”

“You should.” Iron became grim, but rather than boasting, he actually seemed serious, and worried. “Lord Force stole the life force of Faust, our Goddess of Creation. He took her soul and made her his, forever. He can make gods kneel before him and beg for their lives. I’ve yet see anything make Force be concerned until you showed up. He isn’t even bothered by Avarice, and he’s by and far the greater threat to our plans. Do not agitate him more than you can handle Dox. I don’t want my new punching bag getting annihilated so soon.” Iron warned, and by then he’d stopped nursing his chest, and seemed fine, his gained regeneration from me likely having healed him.

“Yeah, well, I don’t want my sparring partner getting hurt, either.” I said. “Take care, Talon. Try not to piss off your boss.”

“I won’t, Force is an admittedly fair guy, he’ll let this go, he probably expected me to fail. I have more training to do now. Since you can actually fight me...I need to up the ante.” Iron chuckled, before he took a portal rod from his pocket and tossed it behind him. “Until we meet again Dox. You’d better get stronger, or I will be standing over your crippled body in victory.” He flapped his wings, giving me a grin and a salute before he vanished into the portal.

“I’ll be waiting, Talon.” I said. Then I remembered I just so happened to leave someone back in Canterlot. “OH SHIT! VAGA!” I burst into shadowstuff and teleported back up to the Canterlot Castle yard where I last saw Vaga. “VAGA! VAGA! WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO?!”

“Oh, be quiet, I’m fine.” I looked to the voice, and saw the empty, deflated, and motionless heap of black leather that was Vaga and his guns all spread out on the ground, as if somebody had just vanished from their clothes as they were running, which was essentially what had happened I guess. “Just need to get my strength back. Gram is a cruel sword, likes taking everything’s magic for itself. It’s why it’s steel hasn’t rusted away.”

“Wow.” I said. I pulled out the Flamberge that had deflected Gram from out of the air, since it couldn’t fit up my sleeve like my old sword. “I’m just glad I pulled out this when I did. Apparently Gram doesn’t like Aetherium. It also appears that the Die Leucht can’t make Aetherium, yet it just so happens to spawn at my fingertips.” I pulled up my left hand which was covered in Aetherium. “It’s actually pretty weird.”

“You’re DM’s son, of course you can spawn Aetherium. DM is the purest essence of magic across the multiverse, and you as his son will eventually one day, become just as potent, whether or not either of you want that. But he’d either have to cease to exist, or you’d have to move to an empty multiverse. Like Auric. So proud of that one we are. Became an Elder God of Creation by making his own multiverse. Inspiring.”

“Sounds amazing.” I said. “I just wish that wouldn’t happen. I kinda like being able to have a physical form without destroying the multiverse.”

“You could, but it would involve a lot of bleeding, far, far more than you’ve been doing. Oceans worth in the future. You’d face the plight of those of the Gurren Lagann realms of the Spiral Nemesis. Your mass could eventually cause the universe to collapse if you didn’t exsanguinate regularly. But I don’t see that being an issue for a few more centuries yet, especially with all the bleeding you’re doing now.” Vaga continued making me worry, until I felt the oddly calming presence of DM, as if he’d placed a hand on my shoulder.

Or I could keep draining him like I’ve been doing. The DM chimed. It’s a nasty process, but hey, if I wasn’t doing this, he’d have already grown too powerful. What do you think happens when he puts on that cloak during a fight?

“Wait, you’ve been draining my blood?” I asked the DM. “When? Was it while I slept? You sicko!”

Oh calm down. It’s not like I’m stealing something that I never gave you. Besides, if I did not, you’d already be a titan, this world a mere baseball to you, would you want that?

“It’s still weird.” I said. “But you’re right. Keep doing it if you need to. I don’t want to end up like Chronos from God of War. Or like one of those freaky fake gods from Asura’s Wrath.”

“The main issue here Dox, isn’t potency, it’s substance. DM’s essence is so thick and heavy of an energy, that it keeps building. I’m sure if you distilled enough to replace the blood in your body, his essence would stop having to be exsanguinated to avoid you becoming dangerous to this universe.” Vaga offered up, his ‘body’ filling up with ether, his cut-off legs reattaching, and his guns all being dragged through openings in the air by his air arms. “Ugh...reduced to being a demi-god...becoming mortal won’t be any easier on me.”

“Ya know, I could always give you a pick-me-up if you asked.” I said. “I wouldn’t mind it in the slightest.”

“I still have my pride Dox. If there’s one thing nearly all us Elder Gods...right, not one anymore...if there’s one thing nearly all Elder Gods, both current and former have, it’s our pride. We EARNED our places, either by choice, or by the machinations of powers that had been greater than ours at the time. I’m just...I guess I’m one of the first of us to decide to let it go. My siblings all call me crazy, say that I’m a fool. But that’s because they’ll miss me...I’ll miss them, but, I haven’t experienced Death, I’m tired, I...I want it to end, let the cycle actually continue. That’s why Avarice is taking my place. That was the Deal with Merchant.”

“Wow…. That’s deep, Vaga.” I said. “Well, if you’re up for it, want to be sent back now? I kinda have to go find the girls.”

“Might as well. I’ve been stuck holding the fort down with the facility, since for some reason; Avarice hasn’t come back yet. He’s still off gallivanting about the multiverse with other Displaced like he’s on holiday or something. Can’t contact him, can’t find him. But I can feel he’s having fun.” Vaga shook his head, sounding like a disappointed parent, or elder sibling. “Feh, kid needs to get his priorities straight. Our robot armies aren’t going to arrange themselves.”

“Alright then.” I said. “Vaga, our contract is done. See ya later, buddy.” Vaga vanished in a swathe of blue flame I’ve become so familiar with, yet was also saddening, because Vaga has been really cool to me, and to know he’s dying is...really sobering.

“MY HOUSE!” I heard from the direction of Ponyville, and I groaned, that sounded like Lyra and Bonbon.

“AH~! WHY AM I A MARE?!” A much closer feminine scream came from nearby, her accent and tone of being Upper Canterlot not really being unusual, but the statement was. “Dox! You ruffian! Humiliating me wasn’t enough, but you had to take my stallionhood?!” I turned, and gawked.

It was Blueblood...or, should I say Bluebelle? My nose exploded in blood, as due to her anger, she’d stormed out onto the field in her male designed armor, which did not hide her extremely shapely form that was comparable to Celestia. I guess that proves more than anything that Blue really IS related to her….

“Fix this! Now!” Blue demanded with her blue eye boring holes into me, poking one of her tightly constrained enormous breasts, which, again, were easily comparable to Celestia’s bosom, and I growled in frustration. I knew who did this, somehow.

“VAGA YOU FUCKING TROLL~!” I laughed. I swear I could hear Vaga’s laughter echoing in my head. I was amused, until Blue’s chest armor exploded off from the pressure of containing such huge melons, and knocked me over, getting an adorable ‘kya!’ from her, and she blushed as she tried to cover her immense assets in her arms.

“H-how does auntie LIVE with these boulders?! Tia~!” Blue burst into tears as she ran off, likely to try and find her aunt, her long and flowing golden blonde mane and tail whipping behind her, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Maybe the bitch could learn even more about humility from this.

Author's Notes:

So yeah, I know I've been doing a lot of crossovers recently, but their fun.
This one was with GameJunkie7 and his story Hello Stranger.....

I'm off for now. Ta ta, my lovely readers, you!