Chrysalis looked down at her previous body. Despite having Discords' talons through her neck, she was struck by how beautiful she looked. She bent down and kissed her forehead. You will be missed, she thought to herself. With that she got up and walked to the intercom by the door and called for the guards to come up. She turned around, went to the kitchen, got a meat cleaver, came back, chopped Discords' mutated hand off, pulled it out of her old body's throat, and tossed it in the trash can.

When the guards came up, they were shocked by what they saw. Not just the brutality of the scene, but that it was Discord who laid dead on the floor.

"Remove the bodies and dispose of them," Chrysalis commanded.

Frank went from looking in shock at the bodies to looking at Chrysalis. "That's, that's Discord. How are we suppose to dispose of his body?" He looked down again. "And what happened?"

"Just do it and it's none of your business. Here, load them up and dump them somewhere. I'll clean up the blood." Chrysalis was becoming impatient.

"But his men; they'll come looking . . ." Frank stammered not thinking the person who looked like Antonio knew the full depth of the trouble they were in.

"I don't care about his men. Dump his body somewhere public. Someplace where it is bound to be found. Then when it is, it'll look like a hit from a rival organization. Just do it and don't get caught. Her body; dump it in a field or woods. Heck, stick it in a wood chipper for all I care. Now GO!"

With that, Frank and the other guard rushed over, picked up the bodies and left.

Inside her mind, she could feel Antonio trying to regain control. She chuckled to herself. She had thousands of years on him. Her will, her power, was nothing he could ever defeat, which she told him.

She went over to the couch and sat down. This certainly put a crimp in here plans. She had access to all of Antonio's memories; so contacting the cult would be no problem. And in Antonio's body, she would have an easier time of convincing them to do what she wanted. But she was also without much of her power. She could reach and psychically communicate with Adagio and Starlight, but that was it. And soon even Starlight would be out of reach once the last bit of Discord's power dissipated. And with her finding out about Twilight and Sunset being here, any loss of her power would be magnified.

Twilight! She hissed to herself. It was because of her that she was defeated and cast out. She had Shinning Armor wrapped around her horn and Cadence was safely hid away in the caves. Then Twilight shows up and sees through her disguise somehow. She owed Twilight much pain and vengeance for what she did. Finding out that the little pastel purple twerp was a princess made it even worse. The good news is that thanks to absorbing Discord's power, she also got to look into his mind which gave her greater insight into who Twilight and Sunset really were.

Well it was somewhat good news. On the one hand, she knew how to defeat them. Second, knowing who they were when they probably didn't realize it themselves gave her an advantage. Still, no one wants to fight a literal goddess; let alone two. But as long as she remained under the radar and Adagio or Starlight were able to carry off what she hoped they could, then all would be ok.

Adagio. If Chrysalis didn't feel a disdain for all life, she might have actual affection for the girl. She meant it when she said Adagio was most like her. In the end, it didn't matter. She was a tool to be used then discarded. Still there was something nagging her about Adagio. What if she actually developed feelings for Sunset; real feelings? It was a risk. She would have to keep an eye on her, maybe reach out to Aria as well, just in case.

She sat back and closed her eyes. No, this was not the smooth sailing she thought it was going to be; nor was it a killing blow either. She would make it all work. She had to.

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Humanity was dull. Dull to the point of torture. The same wrote greetings and rituals. The inane repetition of the same routines. It was so mind blowingly monotonous, it was a wonder that suicide rates were so low. Only a week into pretending to be Antonio and Chrysalis was about ready to pack it in herself just to end the her sheer boredom. But tonight was the night which she had been waiting for and would make all the tedium she had to endure worth while - cult night!

Yes, after an entire week of putting up with what the humans called "the daily grind"; now was the night where she would go and put her plans in motion. She packed up Antonio's robes and ceremonial objects, placed them in his car and drove off. She was hoping that once there she would have just enough power left to transfer her consciousness into a female body. She didn't mind having a male body (she even had some fun testing out all it's various functions); but it wasn't something she relished having to spend anymore time in either. That and putting up with Antonio's feeble attempts to regain his body was getting old.

The ceremonies were carried out in an abandon house. It was a nice house, really nice. But like so many really nice houses; it was sold for too much to a couple who made too little and was one of the many millions foreclosed on during the crash of 2008. One of the cult members worked for the bank which owned the property and had it turned into their regular ceremonial site. Up until then, the locations varied as each member hosted them on a revolving basis. Having a dedicated facility made all of them feel better and safer. Sure, they had to clean it up from time to time so it could be shown to a perspective client; but the price always scared people away.

Chrysalis drove out there and sat everything up. As high priest, it was Antonio's job to arrive first and get everything ready. Then she waited in the library as the others filed in. They all looked so ridiculous in their black, hooded robes, carrying their various talismans and relics, chanting their stupid hymns. She hated them but she needed them. One who was what looked like a black leather bondage mask led a young girl with a rope tied around her neck to a table which served as a makeshift alter. The others came over and tied her down.

It was time for Chrysalis to come out.

She walked to the table carrying an ancient book and a dagger. The dagger was held high and she chanted as she approached the it. The girl struggled and tried to scream but her mouth was taped and tied shut. Chrysalis got to the table, stopped chanting. and threw the book to the ground. The other members gasped in shocked.

"It's a book!" She scolded them. "Look at you all, dressed like extras in a second rate horror movie. What is all this? You come here, chant your chants, hold aloft your trinkets and bobbles, and engage in these insipid rituals to sate your own perversions. You disgust me! More than that, you are all failures! What is it you hope to accomplish here besides getting your rocks off? Have any of you thought of that?"

They all looked at her in shock. Some taking their hoods down to reveal their faces. None of them knew what to make of what she was saying to them. One of them, a middle aged woman of about forty-five with obviously dyed red hair done in a page boy, spoke up. "High Priest, we do no understand."

"You will," Chrysalis said. She then cut the young woman free and removed the tape from her mouth. She started to thank Chrysalis when she put her hand on the girl's forehead. The girl then screamed in pain as blood started to flow from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Stunned, the other could only watch.

The girl stopped screaming and Antonio fell to the floor. She then turned to the group with a wicked smile on her face. "I am Queen Chrysalis and I am here to say you've been messing up; but that's all about to change." She turned to look at Antonio on the floor. "Off the floor and confirm what I say."

Antonio got up slowly and removed his hood. The man was aged about twenty years and his eyes had gone completely white. "It's all true," He croaked out feebly.

"Thank you," Chrysalis said. Then she picked up the knife he had dropped and slit his throat with it. "Your services are no longer required." She turned back to the others. "You will now listen to me. You will do exactly as I tell you; understand?"

Everyone nodded their heads yes.

Chrysalis continued, "You have blindly feed your own desires, not knowing the true purpose of that which your order was called. Morgorith did. He found out the truth and became the key to unlock the seal to the Black Gods of Death. He sought to unleash them once again. But he was frozen in time by the forces of the dying light. It was you, the Order of Morgorith, that was supposed to set him free so he could, in turn, set them free. But your forbearers slowly turned this into a gathering to fulfill their own base desires. That ends now.

"I will show you, teach you, how to regain your true purpose. And together, we will set he who became the key free. We shall be the ones to unleash eternal pain and suffering unto all of creation. Objections?"

One member, a man in his late fifties with a bald head and fat face began to speak. Chrysalis threw the knife which landed squarely in the man's eye, penetrating into his brain, and killing him.

That was rhetorical you idiots," Chrysalis said with a sigh. "I'll put it another way; who wants to follow me and who wants to die right here, right now?"

All got down on their knees and bowed.