The Black Knight just simply rested in his chair, eyeing you for some odd reason. “Think I forgot about this story, didn’t you? Heh, nope… I’ve just been refocusing on things. That, annnd I just got back home from Deployment, so things have been a bit hectic.” Silver Star suddenly pops up, and lands on to the knight’s helmet. “Daddy! How are they going to beat that Grathor guy?” The Black Knight looked up at her, and tilted his head. “How about we find out, hmmm?”

Xeron stood guard outside of the Principal’s Office, knowing that Grathor could possibly target Twilight since she was their obvious leader… However, the terror guard’s presence didn’t make the princess feel any less terrified. After all, this ‘Lord Grathor’ made Xeron lock up, and rush off without a word. It was obvious this Astartes was more dangerous than the others, or there was something about him that made Xeron worry. Which, in turn, made Twilight worry about their Scootaloo… Even though Atramentar, and Konrad, were left back at the Friendship Castle, this Night Reaper could have told Lord Grathor about her.

Princess Twilight looked up at Principle Celestia, a concerned look on her face. “Um, Principal Celestia? By chance, where might your world’s Scootaloo be?” She asked.

Principal Celestia thought for a moment. “Well, since she’s one of the younger students, I and their core classes ended this morning, I would suspect that she is currently out at the track.” She answered, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”

Princess Twilight nodded, having their Twilight follow her, and opened the door. “Xeron, we need to get outside, where the track is.” Her sudden appearance, causing the Night Lord to turn around, and face her.

“Why? Something going on?” He asked, kneeling down and allowed the two to climb up on to his shoulders.

“No… I just have a bad feeling about all this, you know?” The Night Lord slowly stood up, holding both Twilights in his large arms. “I have the strangest feeling; Night Reaper could have told Lord Grathor about Scootaloo…”

Xeron looked at her for a moment, before nodding. “Then we shall head towards the track, and check up on her.” The Night Lord headed off, keeping a close eye on the corners and open areas… Unlike before, Lord Grathor would know they are here now and could set up a trap for them. He could be rushing around, like a madman, without thinking first. A Night Lord is still a Night Lord, and it takes one to truly hunt another down… Which meant that counter measures were being played on both sides.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Princess Twlight, but… Why is Scootaloo so important?” Their Twilight asked, looking at the Princess, catching the careful glances down hallways Xeron was giving. “She’s just another student, a young one at that… If he was going to take a hostage, then he would probably take one of the other element bearers.”

Princess Twilight gave a nod. “Normally, that would be true… But things changed quite a bit, since the last time I was here.” She gave a light sigh, Xeron turning a corner that lead towards the school’s track. “One example, being that both Xeron and I have adopted our world’s Scootaloo… If Night Reaper, the one who clued us in on Lord Grathor’s appearance here, told him about her.” The young princess grabbed hold of her arms, a chill running down her spine. “There is no telling what he’ll demand from us, or what he could do to with her in hand.”

The other Twilight thought about it for a moment, such a tactic was logical when one was outnumbered and out gunned by their foe… Especially if they had such information on hand. “Then, wouldn’t it be a good idea to alert the others? Clue them in on his possible target?” She asked.

Princess Twilight nodded, looking up at Xeron. “Any chance you can contact them, Xeron?” She asked him, the Night Lord nodding.

“Just need one of you to hold on, I require my hand to activate a vox channel to the others.” He answered, Princess Twilight nodding and grabbing hold of his breastplate. This opened up the Night Lord’s right hand, and allowed him to press a key on the side of his helmet. “Xeron to all Captains… Xeron to all Captains, I have a possible indication of where Lord Grathor may be heading. There is a chance that Night Reaper could have informed him of Scootaloo’s importance, and he could move to acquire her for a fall back plan. I, and both Twilights, are on our way there now. However, giving how this school is, it may take us some time.” He spoke, the girls unable to hear him. “Mercutian, set up your Heavy Bolter for over watch on the track. If you spot him, unleash everything you can, if there is a clear shot.”

“Malcharion here. I have a layout of the academy. Sending the map over to your display now.” The War Sage announced, as a map started to appearing on the Night Lords’ heads up display. “Once Applejack and I finished thinking of other possible places this bastard could be; we’ll head there immediately.”

“Roger, Sevatar already enroute to the track.” Jago came back, sounds of a high speed sprint coming over his vox. “ETA, three minutes.”

“Talos, enroute. ETA, five minutes.” Talos replied, obvious he was being careful with Fluttershy in hand.

“Understood, Mercutian? What do you see?” Xeron asked, as he continued towards the track.

“Coming up to the ledge now, Commander, hm… I got some activity down at the track. One moment, while I set up my Heavy Bolter.” Mercutian came back, as a few seconds went by. “Alright I have eyes on the subject-… ALERT! You guys need to move, I repeat, you need to move now!” The Havoc came back, causing Xeron to pick up his pace.

“Do you have a shot!” He showed through the vox, his taloned feet starting to dig into the school’s floor. “If you do, take it!”

“Negative, I do not have a shot! I repeat, I do not have a shot!” Mercutian replied, sounding a bit more frantic about it. “He’s moving on Scootaloo! I repeat, target is moving on Scootaloo! Too many civilians in the way for a burst shot!”

Xeron’s dark eyes narrowed, as he sprinted forward. No time to waste on a reply over the vox channel, and quickly put Twilight into his right claw. “Twilight-… Uh, this world’s Twilight, is there a faster way to the track from here?” He asked, using the talons on his feet to help him turn a corner… Destroying a few lockers, in the process.

“Y-Yeah… Take the next right up here, and you should reach it within the next few seconds, why?” She answered, both Twilights confused at the fact that Xeron had suddenly picked up his pace.

“Grathor is at the track, he’s moving on Scootaloo as we speak.” He snarled, both Twilights gasping at the new information. “Once I closed in on the door, I’m dropping you both immediately. I’m not going to waste time, and plan on engaging him right away. My jump pack will allow me to cover more ground outside than the others.” He slid, and quickly took the instructed right. “I’ll try and get his attention before he gets too close to Scootaloo.”

“Right!” Both Twilights replied, as they closed in on the school’s exit.

“He’s not going to harm Scootaloo… Whether it is the Equestrian Scootaloo, or any Scootaloo!” Xeron’s mind growled, as he released both Twilights. The teens quickly landing, and catching themselves before crashing into the wall. With his arm free, the Night Lord destroyed the doors, glass flying every out towards the track, and his jump pack roared to life!

The Atramentar kept a close eye on Night Reaper, their weapons trained on the twisted Astartes before them. Despite looking like some twisted version of their new High Commander, they weren’t going to allow such sentiment to get to them. These two were willing to follow up on their Captain’s Kill Order, without hesitation. They were two of the finest examples to what it meant to adorn the title of Atramentar.

Though, when the sound of armor clanking echoed within the dark room, the two Terminator Astartes turned and prepare to blast the intruder. Only for a gauntleted hand to raise up and freeze both of them in place… Almost like time itself had stopped around them. Their bodies completely frozen, in stance that only showed them preparing to fire their weapons.

The Black Knight slowly made his way past the two Terminators, and towards the twisted Astartes. His red, glowing, eyes just staring at his scared-bare body, a ruined tunic being the only thing that covered his naked body.

The twisted Astartes smirked, and let out a pained cackle, shaking the chains holding him up. “Well, well, if it isn’t my disappointed father… How is my baby sister?” He slowly looked up, allowing the Black Knight to see his missing eye. “Like what you allowed o become of me? Hope you’re happy, I’m sure the readers are.”

The Black Knight’s red eyes remained on the Astartes’ face. The prisoner may be bigger, but it was obvious which one as truly the strongest. Despite this, the knight kept a hand draped over the hilt of his sheathed sword, tilting his helmeted head. “Ever the rebellious one… Silver Star is fine, by the way. She is ever cheerful.”

Night Reaper scoffed. “You always did like her better than me.”

“I loved you both, equally, Sadistic-Night-Claw.” The Knight said, watching the prisoner flare up.

“It’s Night Reaper! I will NOT share a name with that fool!” He snarled, glaring at the being before him.

“Deny it all you want, SNC… But that is your persona, that is who you are. That is also what you were created to be. But I will go along with your wishes, and besides.” He turned a bit, giving a nonchalant shrug with his hands up. “I’ve brought you a gift, if you promise to behave… One I know your sadism will enjoy, greatly.”

Night Reaper raised an eyebrow. “That being what, father?”

“Why me, of course, darling.” A sing-sang cultured voice spoke up, making the twisted Astartes look behind the knight, and between the frozen Atramentars… Only to see a form of Rarity that he wasn’t familiar with.

Her left eye was pure black, a white dot at the center, and her face had two pairs of cat scratches. She even had some strange heart shape burned into her chest. As the mare got closer, sporting some strange, almost twisted, smile… Night Reaper quickly noticed that she was wearing some fish-net outfit for mares.

“And you are?” He asked, actually curious about who it is he was staring at. “You aren’t the Rarity I’m familiar with, nor are you some form of Rarifruit.”

The mare continued to hold that smile of hers, moving only an inch away from Night Reaper’s face. The Black Knight had both hands crossed behind his back, allowing this to occur. “Why, I am Lil Miss Rarity, darling. Fashionista of Ponyville-… Well, my Ponyville, I’m sure you’re familiar with the Reality Paradox?”

Night Reaper slowly nodded, confirming her question.

“Well, darling, I find myself in need of some fun, after my last partner broke before I could actually get off… It is hard to find a proper sadist, to match my masochism.” She looked up at the Knight, who wasn’t paying much mind to them, before returning her attention to the Astartes. “When he told me of you, well… Mommy got overly excited, and required a mop and some time to freshen up a bit, before coming here.” She gave him another twisted, yet loving, smile. “He said you could be all mine, to play out whatever fantasy either of us could possibly think of.”

Night Reaper looked up at the being, who just now looked down at him. “What… Is the price of this?” He simply asked.

The Black Knight looked down, before going to eye level with him. “Leave Night Claw alone, until you’re supposed to appear. Then, I‘ll allow you entrance to her world, in hopes her own creator doesn’t ring me for allowing such a murderous creation into the world he created.” He looked at Lil Miss Rarity, who had a strange look of pleasure written on her face, tongue out and everything; before returning his attention to Night Reaper. “Though, I have the strangest feeling, you’ll be far too…. Distracted, to cause too many problems.”

Night Reaper titled his head. “I know there is more.”

The Black Knight chuckled a bit, nodding. “Oh, there is… I want you to cause enough problems for their own world’s monsters. Leaving Lil Miss Rarity as your play thing, the spoils of war if you will.”

Night Reaper chewed over the suggestion, for a few moments. “You want me to start calling myself Sadistic Night Claw, again, don’t you?”

“It is the name I gave you, but no… Night Reaper has quite the ring to it, I must say.” He answered.

“Alright, deal… Anything to stave off my good counterpart’s wrath a bit longer.” Night Reaper agreed, giving him a twisted grin.

Before either of them could say another word, Lil Miss Rarity suddenly rushed up and put both hooves over his cheeks. “Ooooh, Mommy is going to have SO much fun with you!” She chirped, a look of pleasure in her wide eyes.

“… Is it bad, she reminds me of an over sexualized Rarifruit?” Night Reaper asked, feeling a bit regretful.

“Oh, have fun with it. You’re a grown man… Or is it stallion right now?” The Black Knight pondered about it, for a few moments, before laughing and snapping his fingers! Time slowly started again, the three vanishing completely and leaving completely dumbfounded Atramentars.

Canterlot High’s Cutie Mark Crusaders were grouped up, shaking, as a twisted Night Lord slowly approached them. He wasn’t like Xeron, who they saw during the whole Friendship Games fiasco. This guy was taller, by at least three feet, his armor was melded with the flesh beneath… His fingers extended to what seemed like claws, a tipped tail swinging around behind him, and a pair of bat wings slowly opening and closing on his back. His grin stretched all the way to his pointed ears, a forked tongue slithering out. The monster’s eyes were locked on the three pre-teens, making them cower in fear.

“I-I have a-a feeling… This is that L-Lord G-Grathor guy Mr. Xeron and the Princess is here to fight.” Scootaloo said, keeping both arms in front of her friends. Despite being afraid the orange pre-teen wanted to seem tough before the monster.

Applebloom slowly nodded, watching the other pre-teens run away from the four of them. “A-Ah think so… B-But why is he targeting us?” She asked.

“M-Maybe he wants to be friends? Or help us find our special talent?” Sweetie Belle said, trying to stay positive. However, Grathor’s wet, twisted, cackle made all three pre-teens flinch and cower more.

“Quite the opposite, whelps… I’m really after the one named Scootaloo.” His dark eyes locked on to the orange pre-teen. “And thanks to my compatriot’s reports, I know you’re the one I am seeking.” He pointed a clawed finger at Scootaloo, then motioned her to come towards him. “Save me the trouble, and come quietly… I’ll let your two friends go, if you do.”

Scootaloo didn’t do what he asked, she knew this tactic in bad guys from all those comics she read. He tries to lure out the one he wants, then gets rid of the ones he doesn’t. “No way, freak! I know you’ll hurt them anyways!” She shouted, glaring at him.

This caused Grathor to let out another cackle, stepping closer to the two of them. “Oh, how right you are! Well, I tried?” He raised a clawed hand up, his grin wide, and brought it towards the three pre-teens. All three screamed, clinging to one another.

“I come for you, Lord Grathor!!!” A metallic voice roared, followed by a booming sound.

The three pre-teens looked up, just in time to see Xeron slam both Lighting Claws into Lord Grathor’s shoulder! The monster letting out a pain-filled roar, trying to swipe at his attacker, but the Raptor ripped his claws out and jumped to where he was between Grathor and the three pre-teens. “X-Xeron!” They cheered, as the Night Raptor held out both Lighting Claws in a taunting manner.

“Yes, little ones… It is I.” He snarled, optics locked on to the possessed Chaos Lord. “I came to protect you three, and slay this bastard once and for all!” He repositioned himself, to where one claw was forward while the other had been stretched back in a combat stance.

“Don’t you mean… To protect Scootaloo from the big bad monster, like a good daddy?” Grathor taunted, smirking at the Night Raptor’s appearance.

The comment confused the three, who looked up at the Night Lord protecting them. “Your words fall on deaf ears, Lord Grathor. I didn’t come here to talk, but to fight….” His jump pack roared to light, and the Night Raptor exploded forward, both Lighting Claws crackling with pure energy. “Ave Dominus Nox!”