"Yes, it was decided that she would be temporarily stripped of her aspect and serve out her sentence as a high school janitor. For however long it takes her to let go of her anger." He replied.

"I see... thank you for telling me," I say getting a nod from Death before the trembling reaper vanished. After that, I leave the lab and lock the door and turned to the ghost. "You, you're dead. Get over it! If you want to keep serving I can make you undead. If not I'll kick your sorry plot into the afterlife myself! Is that clear?!"

"Ma’am yes ma’am! I chose to keep serving ma’am!" The ghost replied with a salute.

"Alright, you girls take his corpse to my workshop and give him the tour. After everything that has happened today I need a nap." I order before portaling away.

"How long do you think Harmony would be kept off our backs by this?" Swift asked.

"Who knows. But I'm sure no harm would come from her domain being gone for a while." Her sister replied.

"Who knows. But I'm sure no harm would come from her domain being gone for a while."

"But I'm sure no harm would come from her domain being gone for a while."

"I'm sure no harm would come from her domain being gone for a while."

In a deep, festering pit in the void, there was a shifting mass. And Murphy opened his eyes... and smiled.

"It needs to be elegant! Something that will make the enemy quake when they see it on the battlefield but also acts as a sign of my nobility."

"I'm just saying we were here first! Now we get a whole bunch of foreigners stealing our jobs!"

"You're looking for a job? Hmmm, you might do. Cats are elegant and you're exotic and very large."

"Are you calling me fat!?"

"No, no fair lady, I just mean you are quite imposing."

"... I can't tell if you're trying to recruit me, show me off as some exotic pet or hitting on me but whichever it is the answer is no,"

I groan as I look up from my work to face my... guests. The first, surprisingly, was Blueblood. Turns out that the guy is a military genius who, like myself, took advantage of that law that allows any royal to have their own military force so long as they can afford to sustain it themselves. Admittedly I'm impressed with the results of his attack on the goodly base he was given as a target. A clean sweep of the place and not a single casualty on his part. A narcissist to the extreme he may be, but the guy knows what he's doing. I'll have to challenge him to an RTS game sometime. Unfortunately Squeaky was useless in those games. The only strategies she knows are stealth and infiltration. Which considering her plan for the all-out attack in the show was 'hit the barrier with your heads till it breaks and attack' I should have seen that coming. Blueblood came to add to his forces by requesting some kind of heavy duty war-beast because, and I quote, 'It's the latest thing.'

My second guest is a sphinx which came to me to complain about the other sphinxes that Pally threw into the mix.

"It's already a tough job market for us. There aren't many gods looking to hire guardians for ancient temples or powerful artifacts. And we'd have to be pretty lucky to find some natural treasure like a tree that grows magic golden apples or some spring that makes you younger. And now we have to compete with a bunch of outsiders!" The sphinx complained.

"I understand your problem, I really do, but Krass was the one who insisted that they stay. Why didn't you go speak with him about it?" I ask.

"I did! He told me we weren't hot enough because we had pony heads!" The sphinx exclaimed.

"That... ya, that sounds like him." I groan. The bad thing about dealing with most gods is that laws don't apply to them on account of the fact that they can trash most anyone that would try and make them.

"I said that I would be willing to hire you," Blueblood said to the sphinx.

"We're desperate, but we're not that desperate." The sphinx deadpanned.

"I have plenty of bits," Blueblood said with indignation.

"What am I going to do with bits? Do I look like I can even fit in a store let alone use any of the tiny things made for you ponies?" The sphinx questioned.

"What do you sphinxes normally get paid in?" I ask as I get back to work.

"Our magic can't replenish on its own unless we have a potent source like the magical radiation that comes off of magical artifacts or temple walls. We can't get it from living things either so no, unicorns can't do the trick." She answered.

"Which is why you can't just share, there is only so much to go around," I say while looking back at her, getting a nod in reply. "Can you feed off the dungeon you passed through to get here?"

"No, I know it was there but it felt... alive." Was her reply.

"Well, I've been raiding dead planets that I don't keep. Those vaults had some artifacts that I didn't want to let go to waste but have no idea what I'm going to do with them. I could set them up somewhere for you guys" I offer.

The sphinx's eyes glittered with excitement. "Yes! That would be great!"

"...Can I have a planet?" I pause at Blueblood's question and turn back to look at him.

"What would you do with a planet?" I have to ask.

"I can use it as my vacation home. It will make everypony who's anypony jealous. And I could get that one hundred hooves tall solid gold statue of myself that aunty Celestia said I couldn't build!" He exclaimed happily.

"That statue is going to need a lot of powerful enchantments to keep shape with how dense and malleable gold is. Besides any world I keep goes through a long, complicated and energy consuming process to pull it into the shadow realm. There is no sun and anything you use to try to generate light will be snuffed out." I inform him.

"...So about my battle beasts? What is the biggest you have?" He asked.

"I've made some corpse gatherers from some graveyards," I say with a smile. "But I don't think you'll be interested. I'll look into it for you." I tell him. I've been experimenting with my monster aspect anyways.

A new creature has entered your dungeon!

Both of my guests jumped at the sudden deep voice and looked around for the source. "Don't bother. That's kind of an alert system. I just hired a new minion back home." I say dismissively.

"I see, well I see you're busy and I am rather curious at what those aliens sell in their shops so I'll leave you be. Thank you for my future war beasts." He said but I can tell from the uncomfortable way he was looking at the ritual I was prepping and the giant coffins in the middle he just doesn't want to be around it when I start. To help them along I create a portal in the room as Blueblood calls for his guards who were waiting outside. I watch as Blueblood leaves surrounded by guards in the gaudiest armor I've ever seen. Each guard even had their nose in the air like the snootiest of nobles.

Once they were gone the sphinx bowed to me, as much as her giant form would allow. "Thank you for your help." And with those words, she left through the portal which I promptly closed.

A new creature has entered your dungeon!

"Finally! I thought he would never leave." I wouldn't have dared start the ritual with him here. I'd rather no one find out what kind of corpses I'm using here. And so I begin to chant while channeling my aspect of undeath for the extra power. The room rumbled and sparked as the runes I've carved into the floor starts to leak a green energy that starts to seep into the coffins. As this is happening the coffins lower into perfectly sized holed into vats of alicorn blood collected from dead worlds that have frozen over before the bodies could rot. As the chanting grew louder the blood diamonds that were placed in piles around the room began to break down into dust and flow into the bubbling blood as my imps started pouring liquid pain into the mix which was quickly beginning to be sucked into the coffins like water going down a drain.

There are a few things that determine the strength of any undead created by a necromancer. First, obviously, is the quality of the corpse. Different creatures conduct magic at different rates like different metals conduct electricity. There is also the quality of the materials you use. The stronger the undead minion the more costly the creation process. Then there is ownership. If you can get the soul's permission to own their remains that allow more of the magic to take. Next is experience, unless a soul will inhabit it the skill level of the undead is determined by how long they've lived and how good they were at what you want them to do. This is because some of the soul's energy, or ectoplasm, seeps into the body over their lifetimes leaving an imprint. The energy in the environment is also a factor which is why I'm doing this in my scourge factory. In fact, I've gone out of my way to get all of those things checked off the checklist for this project.

As the massive collection of lifeforce in the surrounding gems gets sucked into the coffins the coffins begin to rumble. As the ritual was nearing its end the rumbling grew more violent as the coffins burst open and the corpses of a ten-foot anthro Celestia and Luna floated out. I grew them to make them more imposing and to make it harder for anyone to figure it out. I've also curved up their horns and infused and bent the horns of other Celestias and Lunas around their heads to make a crown. As they floated higher their flesh, hair and blood were broken down and absorbed into their bones until there was nothing left but clean bones and the mountain hearts taken from alicorn amulets which now float in their rib cages where their hearts would be. Once the ritual was complete the two undead floated down and their bony feet touched the floor, their purple dots that float in their eye sockets shifted to look down at me.

"So... How do you feel?" I asked them. They looked at each other before looking back down at me.

"Nothing." They replied at once. "Oh good, their voices don't sound like Celestia's or Luna's. they're all distorted and echoy.

"Well, you don't have souls. You're running entirely on memory at this point I shall call your kind, grave lords. You shall be called ember and you frost. Now get dressed." I order while gesturing to the armor left at the corner of the room. Without a word, the two walked over and put on their armor and picked up their weapons. Once they had returned I examine my work and am pleased with what I see. The built-in spells have taken nicely. Create mass undead, mass fear, tremor, shockwave... basically, each of these undead are built to be a raid boss. "Right, off to the training room with you. I want you to be in top shape. Hop to it!" I command and the two teleport away. With the alicorn amulet's power fueling them each one should be able to cast any spell they did in life save for the ones that would be harmful to undead.

A new creature has entered your dungeon! Hark now, a Warlock has arrived to study spells within your library. His research will serve your magic well. Restrict him not to his books for within combat he may prove formidable with fireballs.

"That's new." I say in confusion. The voice never gave introductions before. Just told me when I got a new minion.

A new creature has entered your dungeon! Behold a Salamander, graceful ancient lizard who cannot be harmed by fire. He'll even wade through lava streams with no impediment.

"What is going on?" I ask aloud before creating a portal back to my world. Once I land in my dungeon I use my keeper sight to check out the portal areas and my mind freezes at what I see.

A new creature has entered your dungeon! Behold the Dark Elf. Her sniping skills as sharp as bolted arrows which she shoots. She serves you well in line behind your fighters and excels in duty as a guard.

And just as it said a bald woman with bluish-grey skin with a bow in hand and quiver on her back came up out of one of my portals.

"Who keeps saying that?" A warlock asked as he looked around. "Since when do minions get introductions?"

"We no get one." One of the big pink pig-like men wielding crude war hammers and shields complained. I think they're orcs from the first game. There are also salamanders, and Nosferatu looking vampires. That last one is a tad confusing considering they don't come from portals in the game... unless they're epics?

"I've never seen so many portals in one place before. Let alone in such neat rows." One of the vampires stated as he walked down the hall. On either side were little rooms, each with their own portals. Glancing up he saw the signs above the doors to each room. "Canterlot, everfree forest, badlands, zebrica, the scourge factory...that one place with the yummy breakfast scones?" The vampire looked to his fellows in bewilderment. This was increased when a fox with a pickax ran by. "Was that an imp?"

The apparent leader of the orcs snorted and started walking down the corridor, the dungeon heart guiding him to where he wanted to go. Figuring that they weren't going to get any answers standing around the hall of portals they followed the orcs down the only hall. The first room that they came to was a pit so deep that they couldn't see the bottom with a two wood bridges connecting the door they stood at with the one on the other side of the room with one platform in the middle of the two bridges, no doubt trapped. On either side of the pit were platforms where they could see cat people armed with bows and arrows to snipe at intruders trying to cross. Above the other door and to either side were canons that shifted from side to side. But unlike the normal sentry trap, the ones on either side look more festive, almost in a way that made those who knew what one thought of a carnival. The one over the door looked like a box with a round dent in it.

This earned the approval of the newcomers. Too many keepers fall because they just put up a door and think that would be enough. They quickly move across the bridge and through the steel door blocking the tunnel further end. And the door after that, and after that. A few more doors later they came to a casino with several black knights, dragons, cat people and ponies were gambling or eating at a dining area that took up one side of the room. In another corner were a group of dwarves having a drinking contest while singing a song about the wonders of beer.

Having found their target, the orcs ran over to the food section of the area and up to a counter manned by a imps wearing full body suits to keep any hair from getting into the food. The others watched as the orcs paid the head and sat down at a table while other imps rushed out to serve them meats and drinks.

"You guys are a first, where did you guys come from?" Their attention was drawn to a white unicorn with an electric blue mane. She was sitting at a table playing cards with a blue unicorn in a wizard's hat, a black dragoness and an impossibly huge black knight with blue on his armor, marking him as an epic. The vampires however never took their eyes off of the white unicorn but soon they smiled.

"Sister." One of them saysis in a raspy voice as they moved forwards.

"Wizard." The warlocks were looking at the blue unicorn with hostility, some of them even conjured up fireballs in their hands. The blue unicorn snorted at their display.

"The great and powerful Trixie is not some two-bit wizard. And if you want to establish a pecking order with Trixie, that's fine with me." Trixie said with a condescending smirk as she conjured up seven blue fireballs of her own, one for each warlock that held a fireball of their own. But their fireballs were about the size of baseballs while Trixie's were each the size of beach balls. As the warlocks saw Trixie's fireballs floating in the air they quickly grew pale and backed down. Having proven that she had the biggest balls of everyone in the room, Trixie sat back in her seat with satisfaction.

"Anyways, you guys are obviously off-worlders. What brings you to these parts?" The newcomers were confused by the question.

"We heard that a new world had been found. Which means that new dungeons would be opened. Is this not one of them?" A vampire asked.

"There has only been one keeper on this world... at least until now. She is not going to be happy to hear that others are moving in on her turf." The vampire pony replied with a frown. This news excited the newcomers. Their new keeper had a far stronger foothold in this world. And if those who dwell in the underworld love anything. It was being on the side that can steamroll all the others. "So how did you guys find this world?"

"We've failed. It was the biggest gamble we could have made and we lost everything." One of the goodly heroes sighed sadly.

"It's not over! I know where her lair is. We can still stop her!" The burnt pony in the group argued.

"With what army?" A knight asked. This caused the group to go silent. They didn't expect all of their bases to fall.

"Well, there is the portal gem that the Juggernaut gave us." A wizard said as he reached into his hat and pulled out said artifact.

"I don't know. Something about that guy rubbed me the wrong way." The only archer in the group said as he glared at the portal gem.

"What choice do we have? The world will be doomed if the fox isn't stopped! This world is the world of the first goodly heroes, right? We need their help!" Hunter argued. The group once again fell into silence as they stared at the gem. After a short while, they came to an agreement. Placing the gem on the ground the wizards started channeling magic through it. As it was being charged up it began to float and spin on its own, faster and faster as the ground began to crack beneath it and crystal pillars began to rise up. Recognizing this portal the group panicked and tried to stop the portal from forming... but it was too late. The group moved into formation, readying themselves to fight whatever came out. And out rose a blue-skinned man with glowing red eyes and wings coming out of his back.

"GIRLS!" I shout in the royal Canterlot caps locks. I was going to kick down the door but I didn't need to as my shouting was enough force to open the door on its own. Celestia and Luna jumped in surprise at my sudden and violent entry. "Get suited up! Those goodly bastards just bucked up like you wouldn't believe!"