Chapter 1

The Card-Summoner

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On the first day of his arrival, Captain Sterling Caliber, who was also known as 'The Silver Bullet' to both his friends and fellow Marines, had arrived in the iconic, rustic town that was aptly named Ponyville. The same town was given that name because of how the people within the area would always work hard in every conceivable and respectable job and/or career. And the season was now summer, which meant that all of the decent citizens would start working hard at their respective places in life.

He had taken the train from the city of Canterlot, after finishing his education in the university in that city, to see about finding a new place to relax his weary body for the first time since the six months prior to his trip back to Equestria. And his promotion to the rank of Captain from his superiors had allowed him to pay for his much needed education with the pay grade boost. When the train from Canterlot had stopped, after about four hours of traveling from the mountain city, he walked out of the train car to place his feet on the platform of the train station at the edge of the town. With a deep breath, he sighed out a content smile. And he took in all the sights that caught his attention after he pulled up from the station.

This move to a different location was made in order for him to find a more peaceful place to truly call his new home. And that alone would allow him to settle in. This, of course, was exactly what he had been wanting for the longest time since his return to familiar grounds. And after acquiring his new knowledge, he was all set to go live in a new home. He could have made the trip to Dodge City, where he was naturally born in, but even he knew that moving there would not be wise. He wanted a place that actually had a better background than his old residence of birth. And he was going to get exactly that. And all because of how he truly needed to relax himself. And Dodge City would not allow such a thing, as far as he knew from the past. And after making his choice just a few hours ago, he did not regret not going to his birthplace.

Sterling then walked up to the Town Hall after about fifteen minutes of seeing the sights as he left the station. Before he opened the door to close it behind him, he listed out his goals to be achieved both externally and internally. The same place that he then stepped into was just teeming with legal processes that had been made 24/7 to fund all of the places that were very important to the town. Even on Sundays, as he was able to notice from a sign that was hung on a small space beside the frame of the door. And all while the taxes from the tolerant, righteous town people who paid their dues in the specifically dated times were given a very precise calculation. This included payback checks for the citizens who truly deserved to have such a thing.

The same man had been pondering about getting a new job for a while, noting with a shrug that his time in the Royal Equestrian Marine Corps was already done. He walked up to one of the administration offices, and he began to speak to the worker about his licenses, the deeds for a new home, and his right to find work after his time in the military as well.

And the same legal worker, who Sterling had been talking to for a moment, had their gazing eyes light up when Sterling mentioned his first career to them. And with a new determination, the worker had taken his picture for his new ID card and licenses while signing the legal document to own the house that was built near the river. But it was also revealed that the same house had about three square mile acres surrounding it, thus making it a great property once it was fixed up.

During the hour of exchanging the required information, the worker had commented to him that the house that sat on the right side of the river, at about half of a mile from the town border, was in desperate need of a major rebuilding. Sterling had decided to make it so that the house was rebuilt before the citizens could even begin making dinner, thus ending another mundane routine for every worker.

Within a few moments of finalizing the paperwork, both Sterling and the office worker said their polite goodbyes to one another. Sterling had paid a few hundred gold-backs (the legal tender made of paper to use just like one could use the coins known as bits) for the rights on the same house on the river with some change for his drivers license and registration. And for as the civilian ID card and license, they both came free, much to his surprise. And it was placed in front of his military ID that showed his rank as a Captain.

The lunch hour had arrived just seconds after Sterling had left the presence of the Town Hall. As soon as he walked out, he made his way over to a nearby deli that sold really big and tasty sandwiches for a low price. The food that he ordered was a large turkey sandwich with bacon, guacamole, and the works. While adding ten bits for the tip to the waiter that delivered the food to him, he paid the 6 bits for his main course after waiting in line for a good five minutes. The time was now 12:05 PM.

(.....)

As he made his way to walk that half mile to where the property was, after picking up his food from inside the town deli, Sterling had looked from the distance that was marked by a foothill that was steep enough for him to look over the place.

"Whew! This is going to be quite a lot of work for me to do today," he said to himself as he looked down to his new property. "But I'll see through this project, no matter what happens. Hoo-rah!" he grunted out as he made the final steps towards his project.

Sterling had finally done about four things on his list during the whole day. First, he got to his homeland in order to become discharged from the military. Secondly, he took the train in order to take up a residence his new town. The third thing he did was go through all of the legal processes to get his new home and car license. The fourth thing to do on his list was to go straight to where his new construction project had been sighted. But he was also able to know that the same project on his list would be done as he waited for his sandwich to be made for him. The final thing that he wanted to do was to take a long nap after everything was done.

And he went to work with a new feeling of happiness coursing through his body like the river that was flowing just a few feet away from the home. When Sterling had finally gotten to the property for a closer look, he had noticed quite a lot of things about it: the framing was deteriorated, the walls were crumbling and the mood of the house was familiar to a haunted house story. But the main thing that he had noticed was how both right and wrong the legal worker was.

It did not need to be rebuilt at all. It had to be torn out, ripped apart, broken down, burned up & wiped out from the face of Equius.

"It is now time... for a little explosion to happen," Sterling had chuckled to himself as he pulled out a card that, face up to the ugly home, was enchanted with an explosion spell that would work wonders for him. With a flick of the card to the open door and a quick incantation, he spoke the spell that allowed him to prime the act. After taking a few steps away from the house to go back up the hill, he snapped his fingers as loudly as possible.

*SNAP!!*

Within a few seconds, the house had then been taken from standing on its rickety old support beams to being a massive pile of dirty, grimy and ugly broken wood that could only shine out from having the glass shards scattering all over the place. And it was a good thing that he was not within the radius of the blast. After the dust cloud had cleared up from the ground, he saw the results and smiled at himself, even when a few bits of dust made him cough for a bit. That was the only end result that he knew he could shrug off.

"Now that's how it's done," Sterling patted himself on the back. "And now... Hmm... What tools should I use for the excavation of that ugly looking wood?", he pondered to himself with his hands scratching his chin in his deep pondering.

Perhaps with your clones, and a few more cards to summon the tools and materials for your project?, a familiar voice of royalty asked him in response to his notions. Sterling turned around to see that the Royal Metallic Trio had been standing at a few feet away from him.

"Yeah.... yeah that would definitely work a lot," Sterling nodded with his smile getting wider. "Thanks, your Majesties," Sterling bowed to them.

Oh, not at all, Master Caliber, the Queen spoke to him with her own smile.

"Let's do it, then," Sterling nodded as he pulled out another few cards from another of his pockets. After placing the cards on his head and chest, he used the same old tongue to say 'Multiply this body to make a garrison!'. Within seconds, following a series of poofs that sounded off almost everywhere, a large group of clones of himself were standing along the entire large sized property.

Sterling Caliber had always taken a smile of pride with how his powers as a Card-Summoner had grown significantly since the age of eight years old. It was then, after looking over to the clones of himself, that he went through the checklist of what a Card-Summoner can and can't do.

"With every form of magic, it takes a great deal of concentration, determination and focus to cast the spell," he began to list off in his head, "The D level spells, such as levitation and matter manipulation, can already be learned from the elementary schools that most Magicians can accomplish. The spells from level C to level B, such as flight and shield spells, take a longer time to learn and practice to make them stronger. But level A spells, such as offense spells, heavy lifting and teleportation, are the works of Magicians who are able to focus a large amount of magic into microscopic fractions. And finally, the S class spells, such as the manipulation of the stars, cloning and everything else that deals with even a semi-god ability, can also be used. But it comes at the cost of real exhaustion all over the body and mind when the caster diminishes the spell."

"As far as my mother, bless her saint-like heart, was able to tell me: Most Card-Summoners can create a means of storing, utilizing and manipulating the same spells that take years, or maybe even eons, to even just get the D level gist of. The same powers of a Card-Summoner Magician, even though they can become as strong as the Princesses' with the right amount of training, have a very heavy and ominous price to pay. Teleportation, clairvoyance, reality alteration, raising the dead, and even the manipulation of the sun and moon are not in the abilities of any Card-Summoner. Not even one who has had a great deal of training while being deployed to the countries outside of the land that I know and love. And a true Card-Summoner Magician must never use their power for personal gain or to escalate a battle against those who are weaker than myself."

But even as he went through the list of his teachings in his head, he looked over to the clones with a smile that came with the thought that if he can use his clone spell to create a brand new house for his means of keeping a place for him to settle into, it was the only exception. And this was because of one logical reason: A happy home can make a happy man. And with that thought in mind, he would be able to help the others who would more than likely be in need of his services.

"Alright! LISTEN UP!!" Sterling commanded loudly at the clones who stood at attention to the original. "We got to remove that damned rubble while we start building a new house! CAN WE DO IT?!"

"YEAH!!!" the clones shouted out in unison. And soon, the work was commencing.

The same pile of rotting wood was being sawed off with a few chainsaws cutting through while the nails were being removed with the pliers, along with taking care of the glass that had been scattered everywhere. And that was just with half of the clones. The other half had waited to start their work on the whole house from the ground up. The real Sterling had then summoned a few tools and resources that were needed to do the work.

Large piles of rocks and stone, building wood, clean glass, insulation foam, steel beams and rods, and the other means for his house to be made were soon summoned from another set of cards that the real man pulled out from his pocket. As soon as the materials had come to view, the rubble had just become a heaping pile of firewood. Sterling would not need the wood until a much later time for when it was called on. The sounds of jackhammers, chainsaws, nails being nailed onto the wood, and all the other sounds of construction had become music to the Card-Summoner's ears.

As the woodwork for the house had been finished, after the clones had put in a high-grade concrete foundation for the land below from the rocks and stone, the man had daydreamed about what he believed would happen to the same cities and towns that had been blown up by the enemies that he encountered. He could see it all: construction workers piling up the stones and broken steel, volunteers helping out with the rebuilding. It was a really fantastic dream. And he knew that even though he would not go back to the countries outside of Equestria, his wish for his fallen friends to watch over them would be fulfilled.

And as the clones had begun to do their work, Sterling had also begun to remember what his teacher taught him about being a Possessor while looking up to the blue skies for a few peaceful moments as he heard the sounds of his project progressing along.

“A Possessor, by the teachings of my three Royal passengers, is an individual that has the ability to summon a ghost that has taken residence within their bodies while keeping their own souls within themselves. Said ghosts are known to give their landlords, in a sense of speaking, a greater amount of power than any that they've ever known about. My old friend, 3rd Warrant Officer Mary 'Faith' Angel-Dust, was also able to teach me how to summon them with a certain phrase or incantation that all Possessor's have to look into their hearts to find before speaking it. The first time that the apparitions are summoned is definitely a painful experience for the first time that a Possessor goes through. But with the second summoning, the pain is nonexistent.”

“And with no record of more than one apparition within a Possessor at any time, my own power as a Magician has tripled significantly, compared to the power that I wielded before. And as I recall correctly, the power can only be used for the most dire of emergencies. When my Warrant Officer was able to help me, she had become slightly afraid of my talents as a Magician. Her reasoning spoke of how one ghost was powerful enough to help any person, Equestrian or otherwise, become stronger, faster, or even more powerful in magic. And if I was in possession of not one but three spirits for a time, then my own power has become quite gigantic.”

“Huh.... No wonder some people had become attracted to me. But I can't allow myself to even have a date until I have finished my project. Time to get to work,” Sterling nodded his head as he lifted his gaze back to the clones.

(.....)

After an hour and thirty minutes of hard work, the clones had disappeared in a puff of clouds from Sterling's sight with low clouds covering the entire property that was being worked on for what felt like a few minutes. A small breeze then blew through the landscape, revealing his brand new home in all of its glory.

At the left side of  the new house was a pile of firewood that was now neatly rowed up for his convenience. On the right side, a few trees had been planted to give his residence the charm that it really needed. In the middle of the property, near the front door, was a small garden of exotic flowers that came from the lands around his own country as it lay below the front porch floorboards. A few windows were already installed on the walls around the house for illumination. And the furniture and appliances had already been installed where they were needed to be placed.

Along with a dining room, kitchen and living room within the house, there was also a library on the ground floor with nearly a few thousand books that had been shelved by both the number, title, age rating and author engraved on their hard spines. This had also included an empty book that the man possessed in order to write all of the adventures that he had gone through during his time of service. And said room was given a form of dimensional magic that held a small university library's worth of knowledge within.

In the living room, a pair of white couches had been neatly placed around a coffee table while the items surrounded a black leather recliner chair that Sterling claimed as his throne. Such claims were only right in his mind, given that he fought a long time in order to get what his home needed. But along with the furniture, there was also a 48-inch flat-screen TV that had been properly installed with a ethereal TV subscription being purchased beforehand in order to watch whatever he desired.

But along with the comforts of said rooms, there was also a small gym that was fitted with some great equipment along the whole room as it also had the setting of a dojo for his extreme and extensive military training.

At the first floor above the ground, his master bedroom was made to look like a true paradise for those who were deprived of sleep. And all with a private bathroom from another door that was near his vanity wardrobe. This place was just for him, and he liked it like that.

Below the ground floor was a basement where he was able to hold both an armory for his many weapons, a cooler for his wrapped piles of different meats, and a cellar to hold all of the alcoholic beverages that were gifted to him, including some wine bottles and beers that he had collected enthusiastically for any occasion that would come up in the future. It made him smile that he was able to plan that far ahead into his near future. The six months of being in his homeland again, after being formally and honorably discharged with the promotion to the rank of Captain in his resume, had not been spent without thinking of a way to finally settle in. There were also many medals that were given to him for his many contributions in the same foreign countries during his time in the Second Equius War.

"Time to have my grub, I guess," Sterling patted his stomach as he went into the dining room to feast on the sandwich that was reheated from the UV microwave that was settled near the refrigerator. When he took the first bite, he felt a sensation that was just as familiar to being in heaven for that little moment in time. The savoriness of the turkey and the bacon, along with the guacamole's sweet taste, had sent him into a realm of deliciousness that could fulfill any hungry man's appetite. And after about thirty minutes, he finished his food with a savoring that most people would just ignore. After wiping his face with a napkin, he placed it, along with the wrapper that the food came in, into the garbage can and wiped his hands from the water in the sink. His feet had then guided him to where his bedroom was. After opening the door, he closed it behind him as he locked it. But as soon as he laid his body on the covered fluffy pillows and blanket, the mattress had enchanted him to fall straight asleep.

Before he could fully allow the sleep to take over, his thoughts had traveled to when he was learning about how to build a home for himself by an Equestrian that he met during his tours. He was not a part of Sterling's unit, but the same person had understood completely that the soldier was in need of some knowledge that was vital to his well being. And making a house, after his duties were fulfilled, was now scratched off of his list.

“I'm home....”, he muttered before drifting off to sleep a peaceful sleep that was denied to him for many years.

(.....)

An hour had passed by before Sterling woke up from the hard work that he had put in while using both his magic and his muscles. And Sterling was now feeling a lot better after napping. Riding the train to his new home, going through the legal processes of becoming a citizen now done and over with, and even working his magic on his new home had taken a taxing toll on his body. He looked over to the alarm clock. It was now reading 3:00 PM on the dot. The hour passed by with a relaxation that he had only felt once during his time in the Marines. And even his old unit, the Royal Elites, could not find another time that they were able to relax as he did. He could only count his blessings whenever they could get some peace within the time of their assignments.

He chuckled at the wonder of how the time went by so fast. When he arrived in Ponyville, it was 11:00 AM. After going through the work to make himself a citizen, it was 12:00 PM. And when the house was finished, it was 1:30 PM. His lunch time had ended at 2:00 PM, and now he was ready to go somewhere. 3:00 was just as much of a good hour to do something productive. Or even recreational, if he so desired to do.

"Well," he grunted as he got off of his bed, "it's time that I explored the new town that I'm a resident in now," he decided as he changed out his dirty clothes to reveal his nude body to himself. His many scars, along with a few tattoos had decorated his body that did not hurt where his Cutie Mark's were seen at the shoulder blades, had been revealed in another light. He was glad that he was able to hide his bodily messes, but his face would not agree, despite how handsome he actually was in the eyes of the women in his life. The shower within his private bathroom was calling out to him, and he obeyed. After an invigorating shower, Sterling was clean as a new whistle. And with a new change of clothes on him, he walked out of the house to his separate garage unit.

But as he was about to open the garage with his magic, a dark shadow began to hover over him. It was without a doubt, after Sterling recognized the shape and size of the cause, that this shadow was from a creature that even he knew quite a lot about.

"Are you the one that is named Sterling Caliber?", a gruff voice asked the man below it.

"Yes," Sterling nodded. "I am him. But if you have business with me, then you might want to shrink down your massive size for a bit so that we can see eye-to-eye with each other," he then suggested with a small smirk.

"I suppose I am a bit too much for you to see," the dragon nodded. Sterling could only snicker at the drake above him, knowing that the taunt from the creature was just too weak to even acknowledge. He had already seen things that were even bigger and uglier than the others. With a blink of its eyes, the dragon had begun to glow a bright light that rivaled the sun. Sterling had put up a hand to cover his eyes before getting blinded by the illuminating force. Within a few seconds, the large drake had shrunk itself to reveal a male anthropoid-dragon of about six feet and ten inches tall.

"Well, then: I am, of course, the Royal Courier of the Dragon Kingdom known as Fiery Carbuncle," the dragon spoke to him. "And I have a few packages for you, good sir," Fiery stated to him quickly with a wide grin on his face.

"Oh, really?" Sterling asked with his curiosity piqued.

"This is the first of the packages," Fiery announced as he pulled up a scroll and handed it over to the human.

Sterling had then examined the outside wax seal to see the royal symbol to see if the dragon was not lying to him. He concluded that the seal was the real thing, indeed. When he opened the scroll to roll it down, he saw that the contents inside had been a enchantment spell to create a vault for whatever treasures he would be given. And all because of how 'he had gotten the royalty to rally their subjects against the common enemy of theirs', from a long time ago. There was also a letter that was claw-written by the Dragon King himself speaking of the same deeds from that time. But along with that short but precise story, there was also a bit of news that because of his actions, they signed the treaty to allow Equestria to have trades with them.

"And this... is not all of it, I take it?" Sterling asked as the brow above his left eye had peaked up after having quickly read the letter. His internal sigh was enough to say to himself that certain people really are just as bad with being so persistent when it came to matters concerning himself.

"I'm afraid not, Captain," Fiery spoke up as another package was then pulled from his courier bag. Within a few seconds, before Sterling could ask, a treasure chest had then been pulled out from the bag. But it was not an ordinary treasure chest, as far as he could see. The same chest was about fifity times bigger than his whole house.

"This must have come straight from the personal vault of the Dragon King himself," Sterling noted as his surprise had just heightened while his mouth was gaping as his eyes were widened. "I'm almost afraid to ask, but: Is there anything else?" he then asked the dragon in nearly a fearful tone.

"Just a few last, light trinkets," Fiery spoke to him with a proud nod. After searching through his bag for a few moments, mumbling if the packages were not what he was looking for, he found a few rather small boxes. In them were some treasures that most would just kill to have in their possessions. Sterling then opened the boxes, and saw the very same things that he was just slightly afraid of having:

The Dragon-Heart Medal of Courage, the Stalliongrad Medal of Honor, the Zebrican Teardrop Medal of Endurance, the Stirrupean Medal of Nobility, the Gryphon Kingdom Medal of Discipline, the Norse Country Medal of Loyalty and the High Alicornian Legion Medal. Only the most courageous of soldiers could ever receive these honors. And no one alive had ever been so royally blessed. For it was only the people within said countries that could receive the medals for his bravery in the fight against the conflicts that plagued the waking world.

Sterling had no words to speak, but Fiery had handed out a clipboard for him to sign his name on. And with his signature, full printed name and initials on the lines to conclude the transactions, the two of them had concluded their business and bid each other a fond farewell. Within a few seconds after the dragon ascended to the skies, Sterling had then begun to speak out the enchantment on the very large treasure chest.

It became as small rock while drilling itself into the ground after he planted it near the garden that had been planted near the steps of his front porch. Within a few seconds after it stopped at just about ten feet deep below the ground, the same earth below him began to shake with a force that was only familiar to him in many ways. But the shaking had soon abated after about fourteen seconds.

"The vault is now made, and my medals and weapons now have a better place to be adorned at, other than my basement," Sterling sighed with a smile on his face as he deduced that his new gifts were now in a better place for storage while walking to the front door of his abode. But as he did so, he was then approached by a scent he never smelled before. Almost.... flowery, yet sweet to his nostrils.

(Meanwhile, within the Everfree Forest....)

An unnaturally cold breeze shot through the forest as a pack of timberwolves wondered through the terrain while eating the flesh of an unlucky victim that used to be a family of innocent deer. But as the predators feasted on the bodies, another unnatural sound was soon heard. The same wolves looked to where a small whirlwind of dirt had begun to circle around them. They immediately sensed a danger coming to them. But it was too late for the wolves that were surrounded by the evil forces all around them. For it was just after they had whined to one another about leaving that the creatures had become burned to a crisp in an instant. But this was only the beginning of the troubles that came around. A series of demonic portals had begun to appear soon after the timberwolves were killed.

The same portals soon showed five menacing silhouettes. Two of them showed the body of an umbrumian, which was a man made of shadows, while the other showed a centaur's body. Another pair of bodies had shown an Alicornian Changeling woman who looked rather tall while another woman who looked very close to being a majestic vampire had appeared. But the final body, as it appeared last, was that of an ordinary Magician man.

"Why do I care about some stupid Brute burial ground?", the Changeling asked the men beside her.

"This is no ordinary Brute that has been buried here, Chrysalis!", the centaur spoke up.

"If I wanted to desecrate a body, then I'd settle for a graveyard," the Magician whined with a little shiver that he hid from the others.

"I told all of you that bringing him here was an atrocious idea. Especially you, Lord Tirek," the umbrumian rolled his eyes.

"Enough, Sombra! We are to make Blueblood here resurrect our soon-to-be warrior from the dead," Tirek growled at them.

"But why does it have to be me?", Blueblood asked them all.

"Because... if you do not do this, then we won't help you take over Equestria," Chrysalis hissed at the Magician.

"But do I really need to raise a monster from the dead? I could have just sent a bomb against my Aunties so that I can claim the throne from there," Blueblood spoke to them in the same sniveling tone.

"You really are just a spoiled brat who still pisses himself on his bed during the night time," Nightmare Moon smirked an evil smile at the royal one.

"Do you still believe that that plan would work? Celestia and Luna are both wise to having any kind of threat made against them, Blueblood. NOW RAISE THE BRUTE FROM THE DEAD, OR YOU WILL SUFFER THE LOWEST LEVEL OF TARTARUS!!!", Tirek angrily commanded him with no patience in him left.

"Y-y-y-y-yes, my Lord!", Blueblood shivered in compliance, fearful of the threat that he could very well try to make Tirek go through. But even he thought better of it. As the Prince took his place, Chrysalis took his right side while Nightmare Moon took his left. Both Sombra and Tirek were already in front of the other three while taking their commanded positions.

"Aahh.... After ten years of planning, our ascension to take over the world of Equius will be complete! And now! Let's raise the warrior from the earth below!", Tirek then commanded as they all formed an aura from their hands.

After seeing the circle of their magic combined with one another, the fusion had sunk to the ground below as it only left a burn mark around them. Within a few seconds after the magic was dispersed, an implosion had popped from the ground to reveal the dead body of a warrior who had the body of a gorilla with the head, arms and legs of a dragon.

"What? A hybrid? You spent ten years looking for a freak of nature?", Blueblood mocked Tirek. He would soon regret saying those words as a dragon hand had gripped the throat of the Prince. As the arm pulled the same man, the dead body peeked its eyes at the man and stared with malicious intent.

"Say it again, Equestrian scum! I dare you to," an ominous voice growled lowly before the arm had tossed Blueblood towards a large tree that soon broke the whole tree like a toothpick. Lord Tirek, Queen Chrysalis, King Sombra and Queen Nightmare had a look of surprise on their faces that turned joyous as the body of a gorilla-dragon hybrid rose up from his grave. And with a stretch that accompanied a lot of bone cracking, the same monster looked to the other four and announced: "Ladies and gentleman! The King of the Rex Brutes.... IS BACK!!!" And after his words echoed through the forest, a lot of lightning bolts had begun to strike around them.

"Yyyeeeesssssssss!!!", Sombra cheered as the evil warrior announced himself.

"I had no idea that the King Brute could be so handsome!", Chrysalis blushed just as Nightmare did with a hum from her throat coming out.

"Why, thank you, my Queen!", he bowed to the Changeling with a wicked smile.

"I am Lord Tirek, the sworn enemy of love, friendship and harmony! It is a SUPREME honor to make you our ally!" Tirek announced to the resurrected monster.

"How can I show my gratitude to my malevolent saviors?", Leviathan asked them humbly.

"Allow me, my lord,” Blueblood interjected for a moment. ”Do you recall the name... Sterling Caliber of Dodge City, in Equestria?!", Blueblood asked them after rising from the rubble as he pointed his finger to Leviathan. His answer was not in words, but in a demonic scream that spoke of blood-lust and destruction as a few streams of lightning and thunder had swirled around, destroying the trees and any animal that were unlucky enough to get caught in the strikes. And all of the evil ones surrounding the beast had smiled, save for Blueblood who had only scowled at him.

"I think he knows him very well," Nightmare commented. And after seeing the powerful attack disappear, Leviathan had looked to the spectators while breathing heavily at them.

"Our wish is that you destroy Sterling Caliber so that our evil can reign supreme over all of Equius!", Tirek ordered the hybrid with a growl that fully met his nihilistic desire.

"I will not only destroy my greatest enemy," Leviathan began to speak, "But I will obliterate all of the Royal Elites that are still alive to this day! And when it is all said and done...", he then took his hands and wrapped them around both Nightmare and Chrysalis' hands, "Then I should very much like to get the chance to bed you two when I destroy the existence of every enemy that you want destroyed after Caliber is burned to a crisp," he chuckled in a lustful tone.

"You truly are such a beast," Nightmare smiled as sultrily as he did while circling her fingers on his chest.

"And you shall be given that chance, my darling hybrid," Chrysalis promised the Brute with the same smile. And after making that rather naughty promise, both she and Nightmare Moon began to grope and lick Leviathan all around him after sloppily kissing the beast multiple times while Leviathan had also groped the women almost forcefully. And they both enjoyed the attention. But as the same beast felt their mouths going lower on his abdomen, just close enough for him to feel his newly heated loins burning up, the ladies then pulled themselves back up and smiled nonchalantly at him from the resulting teasing that they inflicted upon him. The beast could only smile, given that his being denied instant erotic pleasure was what gave him the incentive to do his deeds.

"We shall leave you to raise Tartarus all around the world, your Majesty! Let's go, everyone!", Tirek waved to him before leading the way to the portals behind them. But after the five evil beings had left, Leviathan had then begun to smile just as malevolently as they did before.

"And when I have killed my greatest enemy and his living unit, I shall destroy the Prince, the King & the Centaur so that I will rule all of the world with their powers, as those sluts become my permanent Queens! All of Equius... will be mine! So help me, Rex Muta!", he muttered his plan behind their backs as a deep and evil laugh had been shouted out with an echo in the dark forest.

(To Be Continued....)

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