Author's Notes:

Thus is a long chapter so it may have errors but you guys waited long for this so here it is.
We finally entered Ahriman's universe and... you should really read the rest.

Ahriman's POV
2 Years After The Fall of Canterlot

"To glory, my brothers! To glory! For the Warmaster, and the Dark Gods!" Khârn screamed into his vox, and the many Griffon, Dragon, Changeling, Zebra, and Pony soldiers charged forth with renewed vigour. I smiled, then continued to chant along with the cultists around me. We were currently storming a Equestrian Guard Remnant base located near the opposite side of Canterlot Mountain. They had managed to hide for quite a while after the Fall of Canterlot, picking up survivors and bringing them back to their base. However, today they will meet their end in the name of the Dark Gods.

The ponies, after Canterlot fell, split apart, the Batponies and their followers becoming the Lunar Republic once more, and many normal ponies reforming the Solar Empire. This was a Solar Empire base.

As we finished our chant, the tied up pony guardsmen at my feet began to writhe, the symbols of Chaos and Khorne cut or burned into their skin. As they mutated, I looked back up to the walls of the enemy fortress.

The ponies here had learned how to use Rocrete and had made the walls out of the stuff. Turret emplacement lined the top, raining Bolter fire down upon the forces of Chaos. Lasers fired everywhere, hitting Ceramite armor and merely scorching the spot the lasers connected with.

"Warriors of the New Black Legion, don't let their feeble fortifications deter you! They cannot stand against our might for much longer!" I roared, my voice heard everywhere. Those Heavy Bolter emplacements were starting to worry me with now many soldiers had fallen under their range.

I brushed my hand across my belt, and my fingers brushed against a small rod, and I picked it up. It was that energy sword that the AI Epsilon Church had given to me 2 years ago. I looked to the wall, then my troops, then to an explosion that had recently been a Thunderhawk, and sighed, before lifting the thing up to my face.

"Church, I have need of you and whatever weapons you can bring. I need some assistance." I said into the hilt, and waited. The six new Bloodletter Ponies snarled, before charging towards the walls. I watched them get picked apart by the Heavy Bolters and Lasguns, and sighed, shaking my head.

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Church's POV

It had been a week since I left Hichigo’s universe and I was already getting a summons. Hmm. From Ahriman I think.

I walk to the cockpit of my pelican and place the side of the token which changes to fit into a warp compartment. I feel a lurch and lose the sense of home as everything gets darker. A portal appeared in front of me and I sigh audibly. This is a bad idea. Good, I love bad ideas.

I flew the pelican through the rip and was sucked along with it into another universe.

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Third Person POV

Ahriman lurched back as a portal appeared next to him, and a Pelican burst through, soaring into the sky. Flak fired up at the new arrival, but missed terribly. The Pelican landed, and Church stepped out.

“That is one hell of a welcome party,” He said as a few armored bots that were known as Lopez Bots stepped out beside him. “Good to see you again, Ahriman. It has been a while.”

"Indeed. It has been two years, has it not?" Ahriman replied, walking forward with his cultists at his side.

“Two years, three months, one week, five days, six hours, five minutes and seventy milliseconds to be exact.” Delta said.

"You're worse than Rainborg." Ahriman facepalmed, before looking up again. "Anyways, I called you here because I require some assistance." He pointed to the fortifications. "We are losing troops quite quickly due to those."

“We are expendable and at over one million strong.” A Lopez bot said.

"Yes, well we need to remove that wall entirely. We can't sustain any more losses to these stupid Solar Guard. Will you assist us?" Ahriman replied.

“Do you even need to ask? Let's kill those xenos was it?” Church asked.

"My army is made out of most of the species currently living on Equestria, including some Daemon Clone Troopers that Midnight created. We can't really call them Xenos." Ahriman stated.

“No matter, tell us what you need and consider it done. Our loadout shall be forerunner as to bypass armor and magic, resulting in instant deletion from existence. Painfully.”

"Very impressive. However, please leave a few alive for my cultists." He motioned to the batponies surrounding him. "They do like their experiments with the Warp."

“Sick. I love it.” Church said sadistically.

"Really. Well then, let us be off." Ahriman said, before turning to the battle.

“How did I not notice that before?” Church asked Ahriman.

"Hell if I know. Anyways, I'll alert Khârn and Zhufor of your presence. As well as the Lopez squads." Ahriman said, before checking his vox.

“Your friends, I assume?”

"My brothers, yes. They are currently leading the charge, along with Khadeth, our resident Dreadnought." He pointed to the large dreadnought who was currently smashing his fists into a group of Solar Guards.

“I still have that Titan you gave me.” Church opened a portal to the warp and a Titan dropped out that looked like it was never even used.

"You haven't used it, have you." Ahriman stated.

“I may have forgotten about it after the first week…”

"You forgot about a 22 meter tall machine god that weighs over 700 tons." Ahriman deadpanned.

“I… Yes that sounds about right.” Church said with a nervous laugh.

"I will never be able to understand you." Ahriman sighed, before turning back to the battle. "Let's get to the battle."

“Okay.” Church's suit of armor fell to the ground in a second and was dragged away by Lopez bots leaving Church there who flew into the Titan. “This is a lot different than I thought it would be.” He said as he moved his Titan forward. A group of Lopez bots entered the Titan.

A group of Pegasi charged forward, wielding plasma guns and lascannons. As they flew, they fired, the energy weapons impacting the Void Shields harmlessly.

Church reached forward, using a Thunderstrike Gauntlet to grab the entire squad with it. He lurched back, before chucking them out to the side. In a second, there wasn't even a small dot on the horizon.

Khârn walked up to Ahriman, before standing next to him as they watched Church get the hang of controlling a titan.

"Where did you get this? Our Warlord Titan is on a mission up in the Crystal Empire." He asked.

It was a gift to a Displaced a few years back. I summoned him to help, and he brought it with him." Ahriman shrugged.

“You can't even touch me you pathetic little girls!” Church walked to the wall before smashing straight through the wall with his thunderstrike gauntlet before shooting his rocket launcher through the hole, barraging the ponies and killing nearly all of them at once.

Where a fortification once remained was a glassed crater with a few ponies critically injured but still alive.

The New Black Legion charged forward at what was left of the fortifications, and the remaining ponies raised their hooves in surrender.

A Lopez bot walked up to a pony before ripping off its helmet and picking it up with one hand and impaling it on a covenant energy sword. “Será mejor que se rinde o tu muerte será aún peor que esto.” (You better surrender or your death will be even worse than this.)

They all stared at the bot before slowly laying down onto the ground.

The bot placed the weapons in a pile before cutting them into pieces with his sword. “No importa. Usted va a estar experimentando algo mucho peor en ambos sentidos.” (It doesn't matter. You're going to be experiencing something much worse either way.)

"Alright, you ignorant equines. You try anything, and we'll have Ahriman run his 'tests' on you. Got it?" A Griffon soldier snarled.

“Can I have a few of them? I wonder how they would fare against infection.” Church asked Ahriman.

"Eh, why not. We got too many Cyborgs anyways." Ahriman replied.

“I pick you five! Now get your fucking asses over here before I turn you into a virus and use it to cause terracide.” Church screamed at the group of five ponies that were huddling together.

"Good choice. Anyways, now that we have these prisoners, why not return to our ship? It's been awhile since we chatted." Ahriman asked.

“Mine or yours?” Church asked calmly.

"Mine." He said, and a Thunderhawk landed next to them.

“I'll have my Pelican hover next to your ship then. Or would it fit inside?” Church asked.

"It would probably fit inside. We can probably fit half a titan in there if we wanted." Ahriman shrugged.

“Good. I wouldn't have it any other way.” Church said. The pony prisoners walked towards Church fearfully. He picked the prisoners up softly, breaking a lot of their bones in the process with a lot of sickening cracks. He dropped them into the pelican and a swarm of Lopez herded them in towards a containment chamber.

He then exited his Titan snd sent it to the warp and waited as a Lopez bot brought him his armor which he flew into.

Ahriman, Khârn, and Zhufor, along with a Pegasus Cyborg walked into the Thunderhawk, and it took off, heading towards the Scion of Prospero, as the Pelican followed behind.

When they arrived on board the Scion, a honor guard met Ahriman and the others. They bowed down respectfully as Ahriman and the others walked past them.

"My lord, how was the mission?" One of them asked.

"It went well, with some assistance from an ally of ours. We are giving him a tour of the Scion before he heads back." Ahriman replied. He looked to the pegasus.

"Rainborg, go see to the new prisoners. Then take them to the Factory." Ahriman ordered, and she saluted, before flying down a corridor.

"Welcome to the Scion of Prospero, The only ship in the Black Legion. We are building more, but they are taking a while." Ahriman stated, looking at Church.

“I would bow or whatever but I don't know shit about your laws or rules or what is offensive or whatever the fuck.” Church said as he removed his helmet and strapped it to his side.

"Hello, I'm Khârn, Champion of Khorne, and some other stuff. Pleased to meet you." The red warrior held out his hand.

“That would probably rip off my arm but fuck it.” Church put out his hand and shook Khârn’s hand.”

"That guy in the Terminator Armor with the skeleton speared to the top is Zhufor. He is nicknamed 'The Impaler' for a reason." He pointed to the other guy. "And the pegasus that just left was Rainborg Cydash, head of the Rainborg Factory."

“I'm not even going to ask, Mr. Bond.”

"Glad to see you got a sense of humor, Church." He chuckled, while Zhufor and Ahriman looked at him in confusion. Before he could reply, a female warrior walked towards them. She wore dark purple armor, with glowing runes circling around her. Two demonic wings sprouted from her back, her face was equine-ish, with eyes that changed color at a constant rate.

“I now regret going on the internet.” Church said in a weird tone.

"You and me both." Khârn muttered.

"Ahriman, it's about time you got that mission finished up. We have reports of a few more enemy outposts in the west." She told Ahriman.

“Yes! I can use IT after all!” Church emphasized IT heavily.

Everyone looked at him curiously.

"What is 'it'?" Ahriman asked.

Church gave a laugh that would make Richtofen scream in fear. “IT.” He said vaguely.

"Are you going to tell us?" Zhufor asked, slightly impatient.

“That would be telling. But your reactions are funnier if you don't know beforehand.”

"I see. Well, Church, it's nice to see you again." The female said.

“Fine. Have a hint. Reality warping plus IT = Bad things happening.”

"Ugh, I don't have time for this. If you need me, Ahriman, I'll be at the bridge commanding our forces." She walked away.

"Don't mind her. She just has a bit of pressure right now." Khârn said.

“Not the worst I've seen.” Church said in a Morgan Freeman impression. Khârn almost shit himself with laughter at the voice.

"Well then, everyone, if we can continue with our tour." Ahriman interrupted.

“Oh sorry, am I being a bother?” Church asked seriously.

"No, Church, that's not it. I just feel like we shouldn't mess around too much on the Scion. It's Machine Spirit can get a bit....odd." Ahriman replied.

“Oh okay. Did you notice my new armament? The Hydra MLSR.” Church asked as he removed the new weapon from his back.

"Impressive. I look forward to seeing it in action." Khârn said. They began walking forward, and into one of the halls.

“Kinda reminds me of my pelican except not having 80,000 rooms all fitting in such a tiny space.” Church said in slight bemusement.

"Well, if your Pelican tries to eat you on a daily basis, then it's probably a lot like the Scion." Khârn replied.

“Does fucking with the laws of space and causing over a thousand ripples a second count?” Church questioned him in honest curiosity.

"Eh. I guess. I mean, that's what the Scion does too. Except, well, with growing mouths and eyes in the floor and ceiling." Khârn lifted Church up off the ground, narrowly missing a gaping maw.

“I am guessing you were removed of the emotion called fear? I was fragmented of the ability to feel it either way. Such is necessity.” Church said calmly as he was dropped back onto the ground.

"We just don't know fear. And also, you sound like a Tech Marine." Khârn replied.

"And our first stop, is the 'Rainborg Factory'. This is where prisoners go to become our next soldiers." Ahriman stated.

“You guys must love removing your organs. Ah yes, I must know. What is your opinion on this guy called ‘The Emperor.”

"If you mean the Corpse Emperor, then we want him to die. Again." Khârn grumbled angrily.

“Ok I'm not going to push it. So what exactly are we doing in this ‘factory' as you call it anyways?”

"We are showing you how we make new replacement soldiers." Ahriman replied, moving his hand to the side. The place smelled of blood, tears, and oil. Three factory lines sprang out from one end to the other, carrying multiple cybernetic parts. Screams could be heard, as well as the sound of drills digging into flesh.

“How macabre. You sure love replacing limbs with more efficient models don't you?” Church asked.

Khârn shrugged. "Eh, it was really Rainborg's idea. After getting upgraded by an alternate universe's Rainbow, she began tinkering. This was the result."

“Yeesh, is that why I'm getting Team Fortress Bioshock and Fallout vibes from this place?”

"Probably. The funny thing is, some of the soldiers have even come up with a cheery little song for this place." Khârn chuckled. "Rainborg has also mastered that crazy Quantum whatsit thing, so this entire room is in a pocket dimension."

“The entire room? Cool.”

"Yeah. Anyways, why don't we go meet the head of this operation, eh?" Khârn asked.

“Ok I keep getting information about this universe. What the fuck is a death korp?”

"The only Imperial Guard that can actually do something more than be a meat shield. And still kickass for hours on end." Khârn replied.

“Friends or enemies of yours? Because from the pictures they just look like nazis to me without the swastikas.” Church said in confusion.

"The nazi's wish they could be the Death Korps. The Korps all go through very intense training, to the point where they don't have emotions, and can completely ignore pain. They also are all teenagers, and can still murder an entire army on their own." Khârn chuckled.

“That didn't answer my question.” Church said bluntly. “Friend or Foe?”

"Enemies. They are Imperial Lap dogs all the same, just got a bigger bite." Khârn replied. "Now then, let's go see Rainborg." Khârn trudged through the lines, before reaching a sign that said 'administration Office'. He opened the door and stepped inside. Church followed him in.

"Sup Khârn!" The pegasus from earlier said, hovering over a surgery table as she cut off a limb from a unfortunate stallion strapped to said table.

"Nothing much. Rainborg, this is Church."

Church stepped out of his armor, revealing his holographic form. “Sup? You a technomancer or something?”

"We call those 'Mechanicus Adepts', but yeah. Oh, hey, say hi Firefly!" Rainborg said, and a hologram of a Pegasus similar to Rainborg appeared.

"Hello, I am Firefly. Rainborg's assistant AI. A pleasure to meet you." It said.

“Pleasure to meet you Firefly, I am the memory of the former artificial intelligence program of Project Freelancer. You may call me Epsilon.”

"Greetings, Epsilon. I was the creation of the Cyborg known as Rainbine, created to assist Rainborg in any situation. I am glad to meet another AI." Firefly replied.

“Well… Actually I used to be a fragment but yeah. Metastability and all. Why are you guys looking at us like that?” Church asked uncomfortably as he saw pretty much everyone staring at the duo.

"Rainborg is thinking the word 'egghead' at the moment." Firefly declared.

“My processes had three possible choices for her current thoughts, all belonging in ‘egghead.” Delta said as he appeared next to Church.

"It seems that there are more AI than I previously thought." Firefly said, slightly startled.

“Actually, they are my memory of the fragments of the Alpha artificial intelligence. And I am the memory fragment. I only become a whole AI a few years ago.”

"I see. Well, as much fun as it will be talking to you, Rainborg must get back to work before the patient bleeds out." Rainborg snapped back to the Stallion on her table.

“They are still staring at us. Ahriman, why the fuck are you guys still staring at us? Even Mexicans don't stare that long.”

"I guess they just haven't seen your hologram mode before." Ahriman stated.

“Oh you guys think that is cool? Look at this!” The rest of the AI fragments appeared.“ Anyways let's move on. There doesn't seem to be much going on here.”

Before anyone could move, a blinding light appeared in between them. When it faded, a large man wreathed in golden armor stepped forward, glaring at the Chaos Marines.

"Where the hell am I?" The figure asked.

“Emperor?! OH FUCK!” The AI fragments yelled simultaneously.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!!!" Khârn yelled, swinging his massive axe towards the golden being. However, he caught it in his hand.

"You should know better, asshole." He growled.

“Weren't you dead for like 10,000 fucking years?” Epsilon asked.

"I'm just a Fragment of The Emperor's soul, flying through the void for fuck all." The Emperor replied.

“Why are you guys staring at me like that? This datapad has information on literally fucking everything that CAN be understood. Hey Emperor, one word. Ultrasmurf.” Epsilon said cheekily.

"If I find one of those stupid assholes, I'm sending a Warp storm their way. Now, how the hell to deal with you Chaos Assholes?"

“Well technically they are the chaos assholes.” The meta (All the fragments) said helpfully, “I don't do religion.”

"Coward." The Emperor deadpanned "You'reYou're with them, are you not?"

“Yes but you implied I use chaos. If you had phrased in the way you are now beforehand you wouldn't have gotten the answer you got before.” The meta retorted.

"...Your Author is cheeky, isn't he." The Emperor glared at the ceiling.

“HAHAHAHAHA!” The meta laughed at the reference.

Emperor, first of all, WTf are you doing here?! Second, don't diss the Authors! We will mess you up!

"Just try to fucking stop me. I'm the mother fucking Emperor. I killed alot of people to get that title, and demand to be called as such!" The Emperor said to the ceiling.
....fuck this shit. Let's see... move this here, and bye bye Emperor!

"I'LL BE BACK!" The Emperor vanished in a puff of smoke.

"........Well, that happened." Ahriman said, breaking the silence. It was then that Church noticed how different Ahrimans eyes were from before. Instead of the normal human eyes, his eyes were grayish, with a ripple pattern circling the pupils.

“Why do you look like you just got shit on by a warp storm?” Epsilon asked in confusion.

"What, you mean my eyes? Well, during the Fall of Canterlot, we met a rather decent fellow displaced by the name of Madara Uchiha. In trade for a Life Eater Virus Warhead, he gave me these Rinnegan." Ahriman replied.

“So… Why didn't you attack the emperor unlike Mr blood over there?” Church asked as the AI fragments combined back into him.

"Examine the situation before attacking. Unlike Khârn, I think before I attack. Plus, The Emperor could have killed us easily. I mean, he killed Horus, and Horus could easily kill us, so yeah." Ahriman shuddered,

“Ok fine. What is next?” Church asked as he stuck his tongue out at Khârn from inside his helmet.

"Well, next is either the Armory, or the Reactor. Which do you want to see first?" Ahriman asked.

“Definitely not the reactor since Omega is angrier than usual which is saying something. He might try to split from me if we go there and a rampant AI is fucking annoying if not deadly,” Church said.

"If he tried to take over the ship, he would fail miserably. The Daemon inside this vessel does not like invaders, and will eat him."

“That's not what I'm worried about… He wouldn't take over the ship he would bounce from victim to victim to fuck with people and eventually go on a killing rampage and jump out of victims before he can be dispatched. Like I said. Fucking annoying.”

"Well, we do have countermeasures for something like that. Ever heard of the scrapcode?" Ahriman asked.

“Only heard.”

"It's a sort of Virus for machines, that, if it enters the systems, will fuck up the entire thing. It will drive them bonkers before killing them. Unless they register as Chaos soldiers."

“Does that count for already insane Techno-ethereal or whatever entities?”

"Well, if you get it inside you, it destroys all your systems before just getting it over with and finishing it."

“That brings me to my next question. Are your AI able to exist in immaterial forms?”

"Sort of. We haven't tested with Firefly yet." Rainborg chipped in.

“Then that may be a problem.... Because we are immaterial. Completely. We could literally go anywhere at any speed we wanted. So I'm going to suppress Omega for now but it may cause me to act weird. I might not get as angry.” Church said seriously.

"I understand." Ahriman said, before walking down another hall. "I understand that you've met Craig recently, correct?"

“Yeah, for some reason he was being a fucking ass and he insulted you guys.” Church said in confusion.

"We sneezed earlier. Space Marines don't sneeze, so we knew. We also sent him a reply." Khârn grinned.

“If it was a grenade please be a melta grenade or warp grenade or something. He ruined my killing spree in the simulation chamber that somehow creates your imagination to life.” Church said with a pout audible in his tone.

"Unfortunately, no. However, we did drop an anti-vehicle grenade instead. He'll be feeling those burns for months." Khârn chuckled.

“Oh. You guys haven't been in the simulation chamber. It literally is the most overpowered thing I have ever seen… By that I mean it literally can create anything. Red Vs Blue logic bitches!” Church yelled. “Though… the reason I haven't already given myself everything imaginable is because it would probably fuck up my universe or something or just blow everything up… The technician’s nightmare…”

"I see. Well, here we are. The armory!" Ahriman declared, opening a door. Armor lined the walls, and on the other side, guns of every type swarmed the wall.

“Holy fucking shit! My eyes just orgasmed!” Church proclaimed.

"Take your pick of a few weapons for your own armory." Zhufor said.

“Hmm… I have never seen many of these. That makes it possible to memorize. Because you know… my chamber works upon imagination. I could get you guys more of these weapons if I was able to inspect a few of them… And by more… I mean a lot more. Robot army and all that shit.” Church said as he picked up some kind of rifle. “Is this an Imperial Autorifle?”

"Yep. Hellguns are located to the left of that." Khârn replied.

"Well, if you can, that would be a great aid in our war efforts. We don't know what else is out there in space, and we want to be prepared." Ahriman said.

“Guys. Here is something you need to know about me. I fucking destroy my enemies. But as for my allies which you all qualify as… Enjoy having a free weapons manufacturer for high quality. Because an enemy of an ally is just another damn enemy.”

"Thanks, bud." Khârn said cheerfully. "By the way... we are participating in a war with other displaced. Our little 'buddy' Craig is on the other team. If you joined, you could get some payback." Khârn

“WAIT A MINUTE!” Just wait a fucking second! You are saying they already classified you guys as evil? That was fucking quick. I'm more of an antihero to be honest.”

"Eh, we don't care. If you see a random pony by the name of Rainbine, or Brutalight Sparcake, they are recruiters for the war. Rainbine is with Craig's group, and Brutalight is with us." Khârn replied smugly.

“Scratch that. Fuck being just a plain old antihero. Why only have the guns and vehicles when you can have the whole shebang? War here I come!” Church said in a voice that sounded scarily like Trevor Philips.

"That's the spirit!" Khârn laughed, slinging an arm around Church's head and chuckling.

“I keep forgetting you guys are so fucking tall. Eh not a big deal. I can just do this.” Church's helmet turned into the Meta's and his armor grew to 8 and a half feet tall.

"Well, if that's all, we can move onto the bridge.” Ahriman said, turning down a hall.

“Was this ship always 5 miles long?” Church asked seriously as he looked out a reinforced window.

"I think so." Khârn scratched his head.

“So. What do you need to show me in the bridge anyways?” Church asked as he slowly extricated himself from Khârn’s grip.

"Nothing, really. This is a tour after all." Ahriman replied.

“Ok this has been bugging me for a while now. Who the fuck is this demon clown thing I keep seeing in my databanks?!”

"What, Sheogorath or whatever his name is? He’s an Eldar god. Also a moron." Ahriman grumbled.

“Oh! Cegorach. Not whoever you are referring to.” Church said hesitantly as he looked out into space and saw a dwarf star and some planets.

“After we killed Celestia, the sun and moon began moving on their own. The sun, it turns out, was being used for this planet only, while all others die out. Probably Celestia's work. Also, we recorrupted Princess Luna, turning her back into Nightmare Moon. This time, she will remain that way.” Ahriman said, following Church's gaze.

"I see. It is for the best." Church said simply. "Not that Celestia would ever understand what for the best is."

“Indeed. She was so focused on protecting her ‘little ponies’ that she would let the rest of the solar system die. We put her in her place. On Khârn’s shoulderpad.” Ahriman smiled, pointing to Khârn.

Church looked at Khârn’s shoulder and saw a skull that looked very familiar. “Hmm, I wonder. What does your god/gods think of that offering? If it is one anyway,” He asked.

“He is quite pleased. He won't make me a Daemon Prince though. I wonder why….” Khârn muttered.

“Probably some favoritism or some shit. I don’t fucking know.” Church looked at where the celestial bodies were and facepalmed at Celestia’s stupidity.

“Right now, Tzeentch is working on fixing this damn system. Also, because Midnight requested it, we gave her Celestia's horn.” Ahriman said.

“Ah, a nice trophy. Fitting that it is the horn that belonged to the same one who lied to her in the first place. Oh the irony.” Church gave a full on laugh.

“Add to the fact that the first Alicorn was actually made due to a deal between Tzeentch and a pony.” Ahriman chuckled. “The pony never fulfilled the deal though. Funny, that her horn now sits on her student's shoulder.”

“Well, I am feeling cabin fever already. So, about those ‘targets’ Midnight mentioned,” Church pointed out. “Separatists? Rebels? What?”

“Remnants of the Equestrian Military.” Ahriman replied,

“Well. How many are we talking? From what I have gathered they do not have nearly as much military presence as they used to and their morale seems to have dropped severely. That doesn’t change their will to survive though. But we don’t have to worry about that,” Church stated as he gripped his Hydra MLSR.

“About twenty Million soldiers in all. They are separated, however. As the New Solar Empire and Lunar Republic.” Ahriman stated.

“Let’s here. How would you feel about Headhunters?” Church asked Ahriman, who looked confused.

“What's a ‘headhunter’?” He asked.

“The United Nations Space Command Defense Force had a top secret group called Headhunters who consisted of teams of 2 Spartan 3 soldiers who went on missions to take out the covenant stealthily or die trying,” Church explained.

“I see. I would be fine with that. However, these ponies, while low on spirit, are still as armed as a Space Marine company.” Ahriman replied.

“Headhunters don’t play fair. They did work for the Office of Naval Intelligence after all. And we all know intelligence agencies are spooks. The Headhunters will be armed with Tier 5 weaponry.” Church said seriously.

“Hmm… very well. However, do not kill all of them. We still need some encampments for the new recruits.” Ahriman smiled.

“How would you feel if I left 1% of the 20 million. That would be 200,000 still,” Church offered.

“Very well. However, leave the Crystal Empire alone. I'm going to head there to deal with it personally.” Ahriman's voice lowered, sending a chill up everyone's spine.

“I love that idea. And by tier 5 weaponry I mean… Immediate demolecularization.”

“Ok. Just don't let them get hit by a Bolter round.” Ahriman stated.

“No need. I am providing them with specialized weaponry from my armory.” Church pulled up a holo panel showing a spartan shooting what looked like a standard UNSC smg, but the difference was that when the smg hit the target it disintegrated from top to bottom.

“Interesting weaponry.” Ahriman chuckled.

“What do you think?” Church asked Zhufor and Khârn, “While it may be dishonorable and weak in your opinion you cannot deny the efficiency.”

“Yeah, whatever. We mostly let the Warmaster decide on these things. Plus, the Remnants are getting annoying.” Khârn replied.

“Well then. I will have 1 million headhunters deployed effective immediately.” Church said before he gripped his helmet and tapped a button on it. “Protocol effective Headhunters 10/02/2932.”

“You'll probably need a list of every location we know about, except for the few we plan to keep.” Ahriman handed him a data chip.

“That would help, saves us the work of using orbital scans.” Church said in agreement.

“Well now, since it's come to my memory, why not give Cadence a visit?” Ahriman grinned.

“What do you have in mind?” Church asked as a Lopez bot handed Church a datapad.

“You'll have to wait and see.” Ahriman replied. Khârn shrugged.

“He’s kept us in the dark too.” He said.

“Then I shall not steal you of your surprise. I can’t wait to see what you… what the fuck is this?” Church pointed to the datapad he was holding where there was a giant circle of thermal readings. “A concentration of ponies larger than anything I’ve seen…” He added.

“Hell if I know.” Khârn said, looking at the datapad.

“Engage? Headhunters could still work but it would have to be a much larger team specifically for this.” Church said.

“Yeah. We don't want them surprising us.” Ahriman said.

“There is at least a million and a half of them in that location. Launching an antimatter weapon is not advised considering it will destroy everything in a 500 mile radius.”

“Then we bomb it.” Ahriman shrugged.

“Heavily armed squadrons of broadsword fighters. Archer missiles and disintegration flares.” Church suggested.

“Or we could us the weapons on this Battle-Barge. We haven't used them yet, have we?” Ahriman looked to Khârn, who shook his head.

“I meant for my troops.” Church corrected.

“Well, whichever you prefer, Church. Though, I think you'd want to see the light show.” Khârn sneered.

“I prefer efficiency. And trust me. The flares provide a light show. How about this then. Use everything? Leave a tiny percentile left.”

“Sure. I'll go talk to command.” Khârn left.

Another Lopez Bot walked up to Church but this one was different. He was wearing a recon helmet with a ODST CQB chestplate and the rest EOD. He saluted Church and said, “We have enough fighters for this mission Director.”

“Tell them that the code is green and all clear.” The Lopez bot dropped his salute, about faced, and walked away. “Now what?” Church asked Ahriman who had watched the scene with amusement.

“Now.” Ahriman started walking towards the hangar bay. “Now the fun begins.”

“I can’t wait.” Church said. As they walked, Ahriman shifted. Suddenly, his normal blue armor was replaced with a massive and bulky black Terminator suite. At his side hung and equally black power maul. “Compensating for something?” Church joked.

“No, I'm just getting into my ‘Warmaster’ approach on things I mostly use it for intimidation. When ordering my enemies to surrender.” Ahriman replied.

“Well, they’ll be doing more than just surrendering. Since there will be many survivors. The ones that look like they would betray us even after everything we could try I’ll use the Japanese approach on.”

Ahriman shrugged. “If they try to fight, I'll kill them myself. Simple as that.”

“Eh. I’m just making things easier for you in the long run. Not like I’m going to kill all of them anyways. They just need to know who is boss and why they are fucking boss. Not to ask questions or commit betrayal. Though I doubt they would have complete free will anyways.”

“They would become cyborgs at best. Rainborg's experiments at worst.” Ahriman replied.

“Well, let’s get on with it then,” Church said as he passed by Lopez bots who falled behind him.

“Indeed. Let's use your ship this time. So we can save fuel for our own vessels.” Ahriman said.

“My ship doesn’t require fuel since it generates its own. Don’t ask. Most of the things I own are self sufficient after all.”

“I actually meant my own arsenal of Thunderhawks, but eh.” Ahriman said.

“Ok I fly in Broadswords you fly in Thunderhawks.”

“Uh, sure…” Ahriman said slowly. They arrived in the hangar, and climbed aboard their space vessels, and flew out into space.

When they landed, the orbital bombardment was already happening. Bright lances of light flew down from the clouds, striking everything and burning ponies to ash. Ships bearing UNSC emblems were seen flying around and bombing and flaring ponies as they flew at supersonic speeds.

“Nice ships.” Ahriman commented.

“Only the best.” Church replied. The Thunderhawk next to Ahriman growled in reply. “I was referring to the UNSC in quality. Stop acting like I implied you were in any way inferior.”

“Don't mind the Daemon possessed Thunderhawk.” Ahriman said mildly. “It's weirdly competitive.”

“I can see that.” Church remarked in the copilot seat.

“Welp, it's time to head to the Crystal Empire now. As much as I like watching my enemies melt under Lance fire, I want Cadence done with.” Ahriman said after a few more minutes.

“Oh! Can I have her? I know a use.” Church asked as he looked at Ahriman.

“After she surrenders.” Ahriman replied.

“Looks like I will be getting a servant after all!” Church cheered. They flew to the location of the Crystal Empire, and before they knew it, they were there. Ahriman stepped forward, his black armor standing out like a sore thumb in the white snow.

“CRYSTAL EMPIRE! I DEMAND YOUR SURRENDER!” He roared.

“Wait. Let me bluff them.” Church said. “SURRENDER AND WE WON'T REMOVE YOU FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH! WE HAVE CRAFT ABOVE US THAT CAN DESTROY YOU WITHOUT EVEN TRYING.” Church nodded in approval. “Yeah that should work. Ok your show.” He told Ahriman as he stepped back.

“Why bluff them when you can threaten them?” Ahriman asked, his eyes turning to a ripple pattern. He raised his hand, and in a few seconds, a massive meteorite hung over the Crystal Empire.

“Eh. I wanted to see if you would add proof to purchase.” Church admitted. Seconds later, a group of guards stepped from the Crystal walls. They moved aside, and Cadence walked up.

“We surrender, just don't harm our people.” She pleaded.

“Very well. However, Church here wants something in return for sparing your miserable lives.” Ahriman said, pointing to Church.

“What?” Church asked upon seeing her horrified expression. “You didn't think a surrender would be so simple did you?” He asked rhetorically.

“Then… what is it you want?” She sighed.

“You.” Church stated bluntly. She looked at him in both horror and disgust.

“What?” Church asked in actual confusion this time.

“Think about how weird and slightly perverted that sounds for a moment.”Ahriman whispered.

Church removed his helmet before laughing his ass off at Cadence, “W-wait hold on a minute! You thought that i- HAHAHAHAHA! You're funny. I like you already you jokester you!” He said in a Joker impression.

She looked at him in confusion. “What is so funny exactly?!” She stomped her hoof on the ground.

Church laughed like J Jonah Jameson, “You.” This time, instead of horror and disgust, she growled, and bucked him in the place where the sun don't shine, hard.

Church didn't move. He wait for a few seconds until she realized her mistake. Don't ever buck a large plate of titanium and tungsten alloy. IT FUCKING HURTS.

“Well, I think she's learned her lesson.” Ahriman joked, looking at the writhing form of Cadance.

Church picked Cadence up in his hands and put on a fucked up motherly voice, “Aww… does your booboo need a kiss to make it all better?”

She growled, her horn glowing. However, Ahriman placed his two fingers on her horn, and her magic snuffed out like a match. “Sorry sweetheart but we play by my rules when we are in my service.” Everypony stared at Church in horror and hatred.

“Enough of you whelps. Begone now, or I drop the rock on your city.” Ahriman growled in a dark voice, his eyes crackling with electricity. They all whimpered like damn puppies, before looking at Cadence, and slowly retreating back to the city.

Church looked at Ahriman, “Can you put her to sleep?”

“Certainly.” He said, before focusing on Cadence, meeting her gaze with the Rinnegan, which had reverted to a Mangekyo Sharingan. She passed out instantly. His eyes returned to the Rinnegan.

Church chuckled. “Screw having a servant. Any way for you to turn her into a filly and remove her memories?”

“Now that I know Equestrian magic, that's nothing but a simple time spell.” He replied, raising his hand. It glowed for a few seconds, and soon after, so did Cadence. She shrunk in size, and in seconds she was a little filly.

Church sighed and hugged the filly, “Cute.” He said simply.

“You're weird.” Was all Ahriman said, as he removed the meteor from the sky.

Church slung Cadence onto his shoulder and looked at his datapad. He gave a hum, “Looks like the large concentration of a million and a half ponies has already been fractionated.”

“Preeetty sure that's not a word.” Ahriman commented.

“It actually is but it usually applies to mixing.”

“Uhuh.” Ahriman replied, sighing and lowering his hand. “Well, we should probably get going. I'll call in forces to subjugate the military here, and then that'll be that.”

Church looked at Ahriman, “Did you lose your ability to daww at adorable things?” Church paused. “Oh wait. Nevermind. I doubt you see a lot of that anyways and most of them you've seen are probably extremely dangerous or perverted.”

“Probably. Plus, Space Marine. We don't really use many emotions.” Ahriman replied, turning to the Thunderhawk.

Church then said, “I see. You must be losing patience here. Let's go.”

“Indeed. We should return to the Scion, and get a military removal squadron down to here. Maybe Khârn….” Ahriman replied, lost in thought.

“Okay this has been bugging me. Are your gods friends or something?”

Ahriman stared at him, before bursting out in laughter. The sound was terrible, like a cat dying in fire.

“You sound like a masochistic cat that was thrown into a meat grinder while being burnt alive.” Church remarked.

“Forgive me, I haven't heard something so funny in centuries.” Ahriman calmed down a bit. “To answer your question, no, they most definitely are not. They use us until we are no longer useful, then get bored and go find someone else to toy with.”

Church sighed, “That sucks. I'm probably going to be around for millions of years if my technology keeps updating like this. Not a happy thought though.” Church snorted.

“Eh, Space Marines were made for killing. We focus on that, and only that, most of the time. We don't know how long we can live for.” Ahriman replied.

“Let's hope you don't run out of things to kill.” Church snarked.

“I'm pretty sure that there's Orks in this universe somewhere. Those bastards never die out.” Ahriman snorted.

Church laughed, “They populate like the old Eldar?”

“Worse. Just one can spawn an entire army of them. Then those ones produce their own little armies, and on and on…..” Ahriman chuckled.

“They were made as protectors for something. I can't seem to remember what though.”

“If I remember that book correctly, they were made as a giant, undying meat shield for the Old Ones against the Necrons.” Ahriman said, thinking about it for a moment.

“We have arrived admiral.” Church joked as he saw the Scion enter their sight.

“Indeed we have. Thanks for the assistance.” Ahriman replied.

“The way you talk reminds me of those medieval movies. And no problem.” Church said.

“Oh, doth mine accent trouble thee?” Ahriman joked, imitating Luna pretty well.

Church’s helmet fell off his head. “...AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He started coughing after a few seconds. “Holy shit.” Church said simply as he regained his composure.

“There's the hangar bay. I probably shouldn't be making the pilot laugh like a lunatic, should I?” Ahriman noticed, pointing towards the hangar.

Church just nodded as he continued giggling and turned the Thunderhawk towards the hanger and reverse parked it.

“Well, it's been fun. Enjoy the little mini Cadence. Actually, why not stick around for a bit? Or do you want to bring her home first.” Ahriman asked

Church sighed and got serious, “I am not finished with her yet. We haven't removed specific memories yet. It takes time to do that.”

“Bah, just add warp powers to the magic. All her memories are gone. Courtesy of me.” Ahriman replied, waving his hand dismissively.

Church facepalmed. “Or we could do that. But how would she know how to speak english and stuff then if she never learned it?”

“Those are ingrained in her mind. This universe is weird like that.” Ahriman sighed.

“Eh fuck it. I've got nothing to lose.” Church handed Cadence over to Ahriman gently. “If you break her you have to come with me to get another one of her.”

“What, hang a meteor over their heads and demand their unconditional surrender? Phh, I do that five times a day.” He joked, gently tapping his finger onto her horn.

“Then it shouldn't be a problem ol friendo.” Church said cheerfully.

“If you ask me to do the same to Celestia and Luna, the answer is no. They are in fact quite powerful, and can resist my magic.” Ahriman said.

“Why would I want them? They don't have an affinity for love. Only how to be overbearing and fuck everything up.” Church retorted.

“Eh, fair enough. There, it's done.” He carefully placed Cadence in Church's lap.

She suddenly started to awaken as her eyes opened and she looked at Church in confusion, “W-Who are you…?”

Church looked at Ahriman for help.

He snorted. “Hey, don't look at me. I don't do kids.” He teleported away with a snap snap of his fingers.

“I am your father.” Church said as he unintentionally pulled a Star Wars. “Do you remember who you are?” She shook her head, her big, innocent eyes staring up at him.

“You are… Cadence.” He hesitantly said to the filly.

“Cay….dence?” She asked, continuing to stare into his soul with her eyes.

“Yes. Cadence is your name.”

“My name….Is Caydence!” She said, almost happily, a massive grin on her face.

Church laughed and held his arms out before picking her up and setting her in his arms. “C’mon, we have to find Ahriman.”

“A..riman? Who is Ariman?” She asked, a hoof on her chin.

“He is…your uncle.” Church replied as they walked.

“Yay! Let's go find Uncle Ariman!” She shouted happily.

Church sighed, “I think I see him over there.” He said as he saw an imposing figure.

“That's Uncle Ariman? He looks scawry.” She said.

“Oh don't worry, he has that on to scare monsters. He won't hurt you.”

“...Okay.” She replied, nibbling on her hoof.

“Hey Ahriman!” Church said from a few yards behind him.

“What is it?” He asked, turning around.

Cadence looked at Ahriman in wonder. “Uncle Ariman?” She asked as she tested the word on her tongue.

Ahriman took one look at her, before smiling, and then looking at Church. He leaned next to his ear.

“You absolute bastard.” He whispered, so low not even an equine could have heard.

Church heard him because he's an AI. “What?” He asked innocently.

Ahriman sighed, before looking back down at Cadence. “Uh...hi?” He asked, hesitantly.

“Hello uncle!” She shouted as everyone heard her.

Ahriman sent a death glare Church's way before smiling down on the little filly.

“Hi, little Cadence.” He said, eye slightly twitching.

Church whispered in Ahriman’s ear “It's okay I put out memory erasing on everyone who saw so they ignore it like it didn't happen.”

“You better have.” He whispered back, before showing a melta bomb quickly, before making it disappear before Cadence could see it. “Or else that will be in your pillow tonight.”

Church shuddered. “It seems your uncle is busy right now Cadence. Why don't we wait until he isn't huh?” He asked sweetly. Cadence’s eyes widened before she nodded quickly. The duo walked to a seat and sat.

×Timeskip×

“Alright, so what is it you two need?” Ahriman asked, walking up to them.

“How goes the war?” Cadence looked at the two curiously before tilting her head at Ahriman.

“Good….” Ahriman muttered.

“Are the ‘monsters’ gone?” Church elaborated to which Ahriman understood.

“Yes. They are gone.” He replied, glancing down at Cadence.

Church hummed. “I guess since the war efforts are done… I can go home. Unless something is still going on?”

“Not really. But if something does come up, I'll call you.” Ahriman replied, holding up the token. He then pulled out a melta bomb with the words, Give to Craig. Armed. written on it. He passed it to Church, making sure that Cadence didn't see it.

Church noticed her looking at him, “It's a surprise for a friend.” She ohh’ed in acceptance.

“Well, next time I call you, and if it's for a chat, bring her along. I want her to meet her other two ‘Uncles’.” Ahriman grinned.

“I don't think we have to worry about that. My radar shows them coming here right now.” Church said with a grin.

“Hey, Warmaster! We need you down at the Factory. Rainborg says she wants to take another look at your...eyes….” Khârn said, noticing the tiny filly in Church's arms.

“Are you one of my other uncles?” She asked innocently, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Yes. That's Uncle Khârn. The other guy is your Uncle Zhufor. Now then, I best be off to go see what Rainborg wants.” Ahriman quickly made his leave.

Church looked at the duo awkwardly, anticipating their reactions.

“It's a shame I can't hit him…” Khârn muttered, quietly. He then popped up, with a cheerful grin on his face.

“Well hi there!” He said.

“Hi Uncle...Khâwn!” Cadence said as she giggled at his expression.

“How's it going, sport?” He asked, kneeling down to look at her.

Cadence giggled at the question, “My day was scary at first. But I saw daddy and everything is better now.” Church winced at that slightly.

“Well that's good.” Khârn replied. ‘Thank Khorne for my memories being intact’ He thought to himself. ‘Also, Ahriman, FUCK YOU!’ He added to the thought.

“Why isn't Uncle...Zufour saying anything?” Cadence asked as she put a hoof to her chin.

Khârn looked at the bulky terminator. “He just doesn't talk much. We don't know why either.” Khârn explained.

Church took the initiative, “Well, my little filly, we have to go home. It is getting late and you have to go to bed soon.”

Khârn sent a silent thanks to Church.

“But...I'm not tired daddy.” Cadence whined.

“Well, little fillies need their sleep.” Church said.

“Okay daddy.” Cadence said as she hung her head. Church picked her up and scratched her behind the ears, causing her to coo.

“Well, I guess I'll see you later, Church. And you too, Cadence.” Khârn said, smiling at the filly.

Cadence muttered bye to them as she and Church left this universe.

Perspective: Church

It really was a fun time in Ahriman’s universe... Did I really make Cadence my daughter? I guess I have to live with it now...

I promise her that I will give her a good life... But... I don't know how long that will last.

"Cadence..." I hesitantly say. She tilts her head to look at me and becomes worried upon seeing my expression. "I will be a good daddy... I promise..." She looks at me in concern and nuzzles my cheek.