Denouement: The climax of a chain of events, usually when something is decided or made clear.

Late Afternoon
April 5th, 71 BNM
North midland Equestria
Citadel fortress
Catacombs, basement atrium

A circular room, stone floored and with not a single chair or table. amidst the lowest levels of the catacomb basements, held 6 of the 7, as well as their master Siral. He had them all stood before him at attention, watching the potions he was positioning on a magically summoned pedestal before them.
On one of the 6 alters, Lady Ave-Dol’s sleeping, glowing blue Windigo/Alicorn form lay asleep, yet lying back rigid as if in a subconscious alert state.
“It is just two, first is a simple sleeping potion, makes it easier for the second, a metamorphosis potion, to work.” Siral explained passively as he prepared the last of the 6 alter-like beds arranged in a hexagon inside the room.
“Wasn’t sticking us in those giant pots enough of a change for us?” Satio asked nervously, the orange gelatinous, bloblike fat minotaur’s hands wringing while barely reaching each other. The glances towards Lady Ave-Dol weren’t unnoticed by the black, scarred wizard, but it was Golmov that spoke next.
“Yours more than expected given your desire to manage your own changes. What didn’t you put into your self-inflicted brew I wonder?” Golmov cheekily remarked from the back, being the tallest, his centipede like legs shuffling as his wings flexed in a mocking gesture.
As Satio bristled beside her, Iena patted his gelatinous, moundlike form with a comforting hand as she pointed to the odd looking creature stood beside Siral.
“Why is she already here?”
“Lady Ave-Dol agreed to go under ahead of you, to show this will be harmless. She has had the initial sleeping draught hours before, but her changes will have to take place at the same time as the rest of you.” Siral explained, but Iena had other questions still.
“And Gaudium there. What’s he doing here if he isn’t going under like the rest of us?”
“I shall be using my magic in tandem with Siral’s. I merely make a difficult task less of a hurdle. Transformation magic after all, is a strenuous, delicate art.”
‘Gaudium’ replied coolly, not a vein of emotion in his voice as he looked towards a small marked out point that was at the center point of the hexagon layout in the room. But all the time over the past two days they’d seen him, it was not the difference in appearance or abilities that shocked them, but the change in attitude. Gaudium was unflinching, and devoid of doubt or antics that defined him before.
And to others, like Odi-Viscer and Golmov, the raw power he seemed to possess made them wary.
“This whole, ritual, as best I can describe it to you all, will merely enhance what’s already there. More of the same, nothing new.”
Teal Quirt raised an eyebrow, the scorpion/ape centaur hybrid asking the Unicorn wizard:
“I studied at your academy, your teachings, why do I not know this spell of yours?”
“I devised it myself recently, Gaudium’s enhancement was its final test. Now that he’s proven to not have any limitations on his powers, the same can apply to all of you. Whatever your limitations are, known or unknown, this will solve them.”
Not quite sated, Teal nonetheless kept quiet. Odi Viscer however, pointed to the table of potions at the far end of the room, away from the alter table arrangement.
“So what’s the third potion for? I’m not sure I trust it; I’ve never seen a chunky potion before.”
“…That’s a bowl of carrot stew, this ritual will take a few hours and I want to be here the whole time and make sure it goes right.”
Siral’s dismissive tone silenced Odi-Viscer, while nearby Satio quietly muttered:
“Cold stew, not sure even I’d eat it…”
Ignoring the internal pastime mumblings, Teal asked the obvious question:
“But must we all be under at the same time?”
“It is vital, as this must be done all at once. The spell to use once the potion ‘softens’ you up is complicated enough as it is, even with Gaudium here acting as a sort of stabilizing spellcaster.”
“Yes. In case you wondered how I can take control of things’ minds, be it stone giant or even you Odi, well, that was one thing Siral gave me. After this it won’t work on you of course, but you’ll be able to do it yourselves afterwards.”
Odi’s eyes narrowed at the confirmation that the enhanced ‘Gaudium’, this lanky creature with many different animal limbs and a crown of animal antlers, had seized his mind in combat at Tartarus’s final stages. But the prospect of controlling minds was a small benefit that sated the rest.
“Now get ready. If you can be put under as Ave-Dol already is, we can begin in earnest.”
But a flicker of doubt was cast in Teal Quirt’s mind, at the prospect of mind control. She found herself flashing back to her studies at the Savant’s academy. Before she became a royal magician, before she lost her horn at Salaman in the incident involving a certain other Salamander 41 years ago.
A quote Siral himself repeated in his writings before Teal ever met him, which she had suspicions was being breached to some degree.
The memory rattled around inside her head, even as she and the other 5 succumbed to their slumber state after each drinking a sleeping trance potion, joining Lady Ave-Dol in the strange trance/sleep on each of their alter beds, though Golmov’s long centipede like limbs lay limp over the edge, some of their beds having to be resized, and Satio’s having to be reinforced in case he subconsciously absorbed it through his digestive skin.

120 BNM
Equestria mid mountains, former Oracle mount
Savant’s academy, archive library

Her study period, and she had some free time to eat a snack of bread and berries and catch up on some essential reading for her next session with her lecturer.
Even so, she read around out of curiosity, especially of the Academy’s founder, Siral.
Sat at a study bench, a half-eaten berry bowl beside her, young Teal Quirt’s horn turned the page of the heavy tome before her, of Siral’s personal entries behind his exploits in Eauestria shortly before establishing the academy.
After he’d returned from a long journey with another Wizard, Starswirl, after a disagreement.
The passage, a usual note dedicated to something or someone, was instead a simple note that Siral had lived by, one of many nuggets of wisdom Teal found herself agreeing with:
“Mortal beings do not like being pushed about by gods. They may seem to, on the surface, but somewhere on the inside, underneath it all, they sense it, and they resent it.”
And too many times Teal found this saying lined up with Siral’s anti-Alicorn sentiments, at least those that assumed leadership by way of raw power and not earning it.
Little did she know that Siral would later turn to paths that would see him becoming the very thing he railed against.

Present
Late Afternoon
April 5th, 71 BNM
North midland Equestria
Citadel fortress
Catacombs, basement atrium

All 6 were under, the tranquiliser potion having been administered to them in , and at this point, Siral’s face turned to a darker grin at the prospect of the next stage finally being here.
“As much as I’d rather not lie straight to their faces, Ave-Dol’s treason made it necessary.”
“In the very least, she was put under with little hassle and removed from her cell.” ‘Gaudium’ remarked at this as he slowly walked towards the centre point, his violet/purple magic beginning to glow in his clawed hands, ready to begin. Siral nodded at this, but knew full well Gaudium’s mind was not his own in this matter.
Now, ‘Gaudium’ was merely an extension of Siral’s will and mind, a blank slate himself. And soon, the others would be too.
Black and grey magic levitated the second potion, to aid in the transformations of mind, and miniscule body parts, to begin. Unlike the other one however, this potion levitated out of its vial and into the air in a large globule, separating into 6 distinct, floating and coalescing balls of potion liquid, a silvery grey colour each.
His black and grey magic working on it, the potion seeped over to the foreheads of each of the 6 creatures now under, as Siral darkened the room with his magic.
“Now, the servants become the master’s will in the flesh, and nothing more.”
As the silvery potion began to very slowly seep into their skin, Siral’s black magic began to circulate over them like a spiralling black and grey mist, as ‘Gaudium’ raised his clawed hands in the centre of the hexagram layout and began to work his violet/purple magic, the ex-Alicorn youth’s strange magic now acting as a conduit, the potion opening the minds of all 6 like visible mists slowly floating into the air like a thin, translucent mist.
“A few hours, but it will be worth it.” Siral mumbled, as his magic began to slowly seep into the mist, held open and accessible by Gaudium’s magic, the mismatched creature’s red and yellow eyes shut in a meditative trance himself.
But magic like this would not go unnoticed by those actively seeking them out.

3 hours later
Late Evening
Nokotaford royal palace
Starswirl’s office

“If I have to deal with another of that infernal Lord Wraithhorn’s anecdotes I shall refuse the next dinner, Queen or Princess’s insistence be damned!”
Starswirl angrily hovered his blue cloak onto a hook nearby, as on the chair beside the desk the Salamander was sat there, peering up from the small book he had been reading. He’d learned to read as a required skill before he met Starswirl or became a master-less Samurai, and only a few years let him learn Equestrian enough.’
“Dinner was good I take it?”
“Don’t get snide with me Chack, I had enough of a blasted headache half an hour into the dinner and meeting to make me feel like my head was about to split open.”
“Well it’s a good thing you did come back, that book of yours began glowing and dimming a few hours ago. I put a black cloth over it, it was very distracting.”
“…And you didn’t mean to tell me anything about that book I’ve, we’ve, used in secret magic, the Necromantium itself, has been acting up of its own accord?”
“Well I would have, but I wasn’t invited to the dinner. And they certainly wouldn’t after I demanded to come in and cursed out the guards when they still refused.”
Ignoring Chack’s remark, a tone of snide derision for his exclusion from the goings on around the palace by his race and/or time spent as a Natioanlist insider, Starswirl hovered the black cloth off the desk, and the entire room suddenly lit up in a sort of pulsating dim light, its colour shifting very slowly across the spectrum too smoothly to really keep track of.
“It is Siral. I set the spell to alert somehow whenever he was up to something, this must be how.” Starswirl’s tone turned dark, as he finally felt his head clearing.
“That thing has been glowing like that for hours now, what is he up to?”
“I’ll find out right now. Get that new sword of yours ready, it can be used to make things easier for me to see.”
Pulling out the green Everfree Sword, Chack felt along its handle to activate just a simple power charging function, as he gently placed the blade atop the open pages of the Necromantium, the multi-coloured glow beginning to shift and produce a few solid images around them, filling the room as Starswirl’s blue magic
As the shapes filled the room, any opportunistic feelings to be had by Starswirl and Chack, namely the former, began to vanish, as what was intended came to full light.

Siral’s mindscape

They arrived in a sort of distorted, fog filled version of the office, as Starswirl and Chack both found themselves staring at a world unlike the real one.
Off in the distance, like a faint star in the skies, a multi-coloured twinkling light shone, and before anything else, the air and fog rushed around them, the world moving.
The Citadel and its valley lakefront flew into view, looming before them as they then thrust their intangible presences down into the earth.
The Catacombs came into view, the vague, mistlike spirits of the guards patrolling the corridors and dungeons, starkly devoid of prisoners today. Every one of them showed the silver light of some form of control from Siral, they were slave to him without knowing it.
But the deepest level beckoned, and as soon as they entered the swirling mist mass that was at the deepest level, 8 minds, 6 dormant, 1 serving and the other manipulating, flew into view.
And of the 1 manipulating mind, Siral’s black and grey laced magic was unmistakable.
But the minds, all of them, were engrossed in their own activities, unaware of the two minds from afar, Chack aided by Starswirl to be here, about to probe inside.
“What is this?”
“Siral’s machinations… And perhaps, knowledge to undo it.”
Starswirl stepped forwards into the maelstrom of mental fog, vanishing inside for a few moments before Chack stiffened his hands into fists and followed the Unicorn into the shared mental storm.
But inside, they saw nothing of themselves, but felt their presences. All they saw, was what Siral imprinted, forced, and even began to remove from the others with the aid of his Seventh servant.
But events years and years ago, of their origins, and Siral’s hoof in them on some occasions, spelt it out clearly.

Odi-Viscer, an angry yet just Earth Pony Stallion, wrath of the Savant.
The Black and white maned Alicorn had seen the boy climbing some trees, rather well for a young Earth Pony, and decided to intervene. The faintest of magic, and the branch snapped under the boy’s weight.
The boy’s crying over a few scraped knees attracted the attention of the wandering Alicorn, who in a bid of sympathy came over and magically healed the bumps and scrapes the boy had, the young black and brown furred Earth Pony foal marvelling at this pony. Big, tall, and with horns and wings.
The kindly Alicorn gave him a last flash of a spell, urging the boy to be on his way before his parents got worried.
As the boy, Grey Gaithoof wandered off back to his village, the disguised Siral teleported away before he could be found.
The boy began to have lashes of sudden anger, blind panic and even spasms at times. It didn’t take long for word to spread of a curse by the Alicorn.
His devoutly Earth Pony only parents, coerced by his village’s staunch opposition to non-Earthers, drugged him and abandoned him in the woods to die, believing him to be possessed.
Years of living in the woods, killing to vent his anger at the world, passed in a blur. Until a Black Unicorn Wizard found him.
He would be essential in destroying what couldn’t be repurposed, and enforcing the will necessary until peace was established.
In the mindscape, cities and entire landscapes were torn asunder by a being tearing it apart, red energy blasting it asunder as impossibly powerful blows were landed upon this threat that had no use to Siral, yet opposed him still.

Satio, a lonely, meek and portly Minotaur male, gluttony of the Savant.
The fat Minotaur angrily vented against the Ponies coming to claim the land he worked to till and farm for his small home, one he as a migrant had worked hard to make for himself.
But they paid him no heed, dismissing him as a migrant who owed Equestria and the local lord for even being allowed to live among ponykind. They mocked him for crying over a little lost land, saying that his portly state showed he didn’t exactly need it.
Satio’s livelihood and source of food taken from him, his once consistent comfort in a lonely but safe existence in a land far from his home country. Hard work he did to make the most of what land he had taken from him.
But as the memories mixed from the two showed, Siral’s magical manipulations of the local lord to take the Minotaur’s land, despite not officially owning it, were key to acquiring the Minotaur in a dejected state with nowhere else to go in the short term.
He would be instrumental in beginning to consume and repurpose what could be salvaged.
Fields of crops belonging to those opposing Siral, those who served any Alicorn, fell asunder upon the ground, as an orange mass advanced like a plague across the lands. Only that which served the Savant’s cause was untouched, as the blob like presence actually stimulated growth if it served the Savant.

Iena, a suave and cunning Pegasus mare, the lust of the Savant.
Her family revelled in their skill in manipulating their way up the court and nobility across Equestria, playing nobility against each other with carefully plotted gossip and information, true and false, laced so delicately to avoid being caught out.
The stallions and mares with the physique in their family to do so, as she did, used their sensuality to their advantage too. And she was good at it, and her family prided themselves on her skill.
But all it took was a single letter to the courts, apparently revealing, with starkly accurate evidence, of every deceit and lie she’d told, using her body and charm to impress it more into susceptible nobility even more so.
And her family denounced her, letting her take the fall for things she and all her family did. That was the unspoken deal her family had, anybody caught out was thrown under the wagon.
In just a week Iena found herself with no home or family, and not a bit to her name.
But the sender of that letter, information inside that had been gathered by watching her closely from outside the nobility after sensing her skills in deceit, found her one night in a brothel, making ends barely meet.
And so Siral took her into his building thrall.
She would be instrumental in weeding out deceit in his future efforts, and being an unseen set of ears and eyes for the Savant, and an assassin if need be.
In her mindscape, Alicorns succumbed to her touch, her voice, as a menacing presence advanced on them, claiming one to destroy or enslave, while she turned and struck down another she charmed, the Alicorns dying in the bliss she put them in.

Teal Quirt, a bitter but wise Unicorn mare, the envy of the Savant.
She studied magic, skilled at it from birth, under the Savant’s academy, idolising Siral without ever meeting him in person, only his legacy in written and built form. She found herself working in the Royal magician guilds, working her way up to full magician level.
Until one fateful trip to Salaman, escorting an Equestrian ambassador. Little did she know she’d encountered an old friend of Siral’s, as she also ran afoul of, to the loss of her horn and much ability to use magic, the sixth exemplary being to come of Starswirl, a Ronin Salamander with a cruel streak.
Effectively crippled, she was ‘let go’ from the Magician guilds.
She’d received a letter from King Nova herself ‘thanking’ her for her service, and apologising. She burnt it within minutes of reading it.
But in all of this, shortly after the Salaman incident, as she recovered there herself, Siral found her, and began to nurture her envy of those with magic power she was robbed of.
She would become Siral’s main enforcer, her shared ideals in hating those with power unearned and beyond what they deserved in her eyes a mirror of his own, and an assassin to boot.
In her mindscape, her mind filled with thoughts of targets. A Salamander, wielding a green blade and a katana sword, lunged at her too slow, her claws and green magic tearing him asunder, before she turned her eyes upon a few unspecified Alicorns in a distant locale.

Golmov, arrogant and proud, the Greed of the Savant.
He claimed the Crystal heart from those weak ponies, but the accursed Alicorn princesses somehow intimidated him, a dragon, into surrendering it. He could never face them again, and what handful of dragons that heard of this whispered of great shame and humiliation on Golmov’s part. Sometimes he contemplated burning the Empire to a cinder to prove them wrong, but it never came to that.
And one day, Siral came to him, finding the dragon skulking in his cave. A kindred spirit who shared a dislike of Alicorns, saying they had no right to rule and take what they saw fit. A Unicorn who had been scarred by an Alicorn in his body and mind, different from Golmov’s scarred pride but just as painful.
He would become the force of the Savant when damage was to be done that left room for salvage to be taken for their own efforts, to seize and still have spoils to build upon.
A fantasy filled the mindscape, as yellow fire and energy rained down upon the Crystal Empire, a leg snatching up the heart. Amidst the raging inferno and energy roiling about, 2 Princesses were reduced to ashes as they screamed.

Ave-Dol, content and pacifist, the Sloth of the Savant.
An Alicorn who chose solidarity and solitude, alone amidst nature. She was an easy target for Siral, as he approached her as a confidant. Passing mention of ‘lost or hurt’ souls he was taking under his care, passing and fleeting passes to strike her sympathetic side, the gentle nurturing side that conflicted with the usual rulership of property and ponies Alicorns mostly did enough to prompt Ave-Dol’s lifestyle.
She came, helping unify through psychological help and pleasantries the others who needed it. An Alicorn that also proved that they could be turned into useful assets if not destroyed.
She would become the pacifying force of the Savant, a means to quell the population by force that had already been conquered, rendered obedient through complacency and pleasant thoughts, and at its most extreme, rendered so pacifist they were incapable of any action and starve to death if not preyed upon.
Thoughts of her restraint in her cage, upon Siral finding she’d gone to Starswirl to try and help stop him, filled the mindscape. Torture and pain as she was restrained from speech, helpless to stop herself from being part of this and giving up as a result.
In the mindscape, thousands of ponies and other beings submitted to the Savant’s will through her, without a fight. No thought of rebellion against the greater good would ever come again. There would be no will but that of the Savant, enforced through his servants.

Gaudium, creative and shy, now an empty vessel to obey the master, the Pride of the Savant.
He was a gifted artist and sculptor, good humoured but maybe a tad clumsy at times. His family had no need of artists, only politicians or military, and so he was shoved aside in an out of town estate.
When his family was slaughtered by the being of Envy in a faux Nationalist attack, Siral rushed in under the guise of an elderly Unicorn who had been confiding in Gauidum about his artwork for a while.
Nurturing his skills, Gaudium was on track, until intervention by Starswirl came. Then, hearing the plans, the short sighted Alicorn let grief at the methods claim his soul, and to ensure he would serve he needed role, he was imprisoned.
And as soon as he was placed in to be enhanced, perfected, everything that was Gaudium was erased from his mind entirely. Skills and basic knowledge remained, but Gaudium was dead in all but body. Devoid of the Savant’s mind, he was a child in his lack of own identity.
The pride of the Savant for a reason, for there was pride to be had in a creature that needed no ‘fixing’, unlike the other 6. Obedient and powerful from the beginning, not a servant as much as an extension of Siral’s will, the will needed to restore the world to balance.
In the mindscape, ‘Gaudium’ acted as the leash holder for the others, while Siral held Gaudium’s control as his own.

There is no self, there is only the Savant.
There is no doubt, there is only the Savant.
The Savant sees what must be done, to remove that which would destabilise the world, that would destroy the world by the conflicts of those poisoned by their own power.
Every Alicorn killed is the world spared another, to slay or enslave one to the way of greater peace and stability is a mercy to them, for they are spared their needed death.
Every single Alicorn, and any who stand with them, is an enemy. An enemy to be slain, or coerced to our will.
Do what must be done, my will.
The Tartarus weapon has shown the lengths they can go to for power against each other, and the world will suffer for such power being used. They know no restraint, no mercy, and so respond in kind.
Only through the will that is the Savant’s shall peace ever return to the world.

“He is insane.” Chack’s utterance flowed through the dreamscape. At this, the unseen presence of Starswirl made himself known at last.
“SIRAL!”
At that instant, the dreamscape shuddered, turning to a lightning wracked storm around them, the other mental presences shifting. A flash to the real world showed the 6 beings on their altar like tables visibly shifting in discomfort, while the 7th in the centre flinched at the interruption. Siral’s expression however, was one of outrage, as the mindscape taking place over hundreds of miles erupted.
“YOU DARE! I will not be undermined by an intervening Unicorn who slaves himself to prophecy!”
“You cannot hide anything anymore Siral. You’ve shown your hand to them!”
“Only so they can be one with me. What makes them themselves shall be gone, as it has been with Gaudium Valhoof. But before that, you will never awaken from this place.”
The stormy dreamscape picked up, as the multi-coloured hurricanes around them faltered and spasmed. Turning around as he materialised, Starswirl found Chack’s presence:
“GO!”
With a yell, the Salamander’s mental presence was catapulted out, right as Siral’s own mental dominace pounce don the Wizard.
As the Salamander left however, the green mist of Envy amidst the dreamscape suddenly emerged, ever so slightly, from the subconscious state Siral had them in.

Midnight
Nokotaford royal palace
Starswirl’s office

Falling backwards from his chair, Chack snapped out of it to see he was back in the real world, but the office was in chaos.
Multicoloured magic flew books and parchment everywhere, as the Necromantium lay open, glowing a fierce blue and black, while Chack’s Everfree sword pulsated green as it exited the influence.
In his own chair, Starswirl writhed about, his eyes flashing open to reveal only whites, deep in a trance that was somehow hurting him.
“Starswirl, Starswirl!”
No amount of shaking Chack did snapped the Wizard from his almost seizure like state, as the Salamander rushed to the door to find some help.

Meanwhile, Crystal Empire
Royal guest rooms

Snapping awake, Princess Luna rubbed her forehead, seeing it was midnight right now. But somewhere far off, something between a dream and an awakened state was causing intense distress and anger to emanate through the subconscious realm of dreams she had a skill in probing.
Knowing she would have to speak to her sister, the night princess settled down again, hoping this was merely a bad dream on her part, and not what she thought it was.

Siral’s mindscape

Starswirl choked as the black and grey mist surrounded him. Siral was the one in control here, Starswirl had merely visited his mind. And yet, he was distracted by the others.
“You’re weak Siral. Unable to deal with Alicorns yourself if you so desire them, and unable to make any allies that you can trust to help you willingly. Face it, you are alone in this quest of yours…”
“I am strong enough to end you, and you will see in death’s realm that I am right. I forge my own future, I do not bow to outside influence or destiny, least of all, yours that would deceive me out of mistrust. We are more alike than you care to admit, we both seek our own ends. But unlike you-.”
The mist tightened its grip around Starswirl’s throat, as Siral’s scarred visage emerged from the fog to leer right into Stasrwirl’s choking eyes. As the fog tightened, the other 6 mists, and the 1 keeping a leash on them for Siral, faltered for the moment.
“I make my own destiny!”
“You are no master worth serving, especially if you ruin lives to acquire them as slaves, as those who have will know starting now!”
At that moment, the green mist became much fiercer, as Siral whipped around to glimpse the chain reaction of his control of the others, save for the seventh, vanish before the procedure was complete.
Around them, as the mindscape began to fall apart, Starswirl began to pull back, at which Siral lunged for him, black and grey smoke like a million knives trying to skewer him following him.
But the dream detonated before they could land.

Shortly after Midnight
Nokotaford royal palace
Starswirl’s office

“Starswirl! Starswirl!”
As the Wizard recoiled up in a cold sweat, the guards that had come to help him backed away, the Unicorn staggering to his feet as Chack asked bluntly, kneeling down:
“What happened in there?”
“He knows, and so does one other. But he’s on the cusp, if he has them all under control…”
Chack however, was not worried. By Everfree’s insight, he knew that seeds of rebellion were planted already. And today, today was what they needed.
“He won’t.” Chack remarked offhandedly. At this, Starswirl slumped back, while the Guards decided to shuffle away, though one asked if they should alert the Queen.
It was best to wait until morning, until they had a better idea of what happened.

Shortly past midnight
April 6th, 71 BNM
North midland Equestria
Citadel fortress
Catacombs, basement atrium

The Black Unicorn shuffled to his feet, a massive headache in his skull pounding incessantly.
Turning around, Siral saw that Gaudium, in his multi formed, lanky body, was struggling to keep the others under, as the 5 all actively writhed to get free.
But movement off the 6th made Siral’s heart leap.
Shuffling off her altar, as Gaudium remained locked to his spot, awake, and trying to keep the other 5 from waking up, Teal Quirt’s scorpion claws and ape hands, and all 4 of her face horns, light up with green magic, as did her eyes.
“Stand, down.” Siral darkly remarked, his black magic, having grown less grey each day, beginning to engulf him. Caught in a bad situation, Gaudium, wide eyed and childlike in his own initiative, looked pleadingly to Siral. But a warning glare told him to keep the others under, at all costs.
“You would reveal to us everything and then make us forget everything we were. Knowing all you know, but not rebellious, no personal feelings, just like that, creature you have to keep us in line…”
“Instead, I will ensure we all reduce what you have built, all you are, is gone and forgotten. And then, we will destroy whom you wish destroyed, if only to spite you in not being able to live to see it.”
Siral’s eyes widened, as that little tidbit of pride and ambition was made clear. He felt if he failed to live to see every Alicorn ‘problem’ solved he’d have failed.
But as the green magic built in her claws, hands and horns, she saw black magic fire at her. In a desperate bid, she fired outwards, the green magic crashing into Iena’s altar like table to send the Naga/Siren/Changeling hybrid tumbling to the ground as Siral’s magic crashed her against a wall.
Hovering past Gaudium, who visibly struggled to keep the other 5 under in sleep, Siral’s magic intensified as he pressed Teal’s body harder into the wall of the chamber.
“NO, MORE, REBELLION!”
The black magic engulfed the room, but in the back, as he struggled to keep them under, Gaudium’s red and yellow eyes lit up with fear as he saw one of Iena’s hands begin to move slowly on the ground as Teal’s shrieks of pain filled the chamber.

Author's Notes:

A domino effect of sorts begins, and all because Starswirl caused Siral to lose his concentration at a crucial moment.
He didn’t make them forget all that was their memories yet, of the other 6 at least. Now, they all know EVERYTHING he has done, to them directly or intends to do, but retain any personal feelings on the matter.
Now the only truly loyal servant he has to rely on in Gaudium, and he’s having trouble in that instance. More will come as more wake up too.