Hey, another one of these chapters. If everything goes according to plan, this will be the last one. The reason I wanted to include this Chapter was that I wanted to show Luna forcing others to live their nightmares, but ultimately fall prey to her own in the process.

That said; Fuck Nazis. If you disagree, you can fuck right off.

The vibe! https://youtu.be/A3n-M6eBp4g

I hit the stairway with a thunderous crash, cracking the concrete as if someone had dropped a tungsten anvil from a skyscraper.

Shouts of surprise greeted my ears, both from the police officers around me and from the scum below. My horn shimmered as I raised my head, recalling the armor made of shadows into existence, but now as full plate-mail and much heavier.

Secretly, I redid the Gaseous Form spell as well, but now modified with the knowledge I had remembered from the Sarosians.

I would keep my shape, but would still be made of mist.

I flared my wings and flowing mane dramatically,

"I believe..." I began, exclaiming in the Royal Unicornian Address; "That some of you would have words with me and mine." I cast a glance over the crowd. My presence was obviously a surprise, because the whole riot had come to a silent standstill. "Well?" I called out. "Have none of you words to speak? Not a moment ago you all were chomping at the bit for an alien to murder!"

I cast a glance around the silent crowd, using the opportunity to steal a look at the officers to my sides. They looked half relieved and half terrified at the development, but they were uncertain if they should guard against the riot, or against me. They choose to slowly draw their weapons and back up the steps, quietly retreating towards the building.

I turned my attention back towards the crowd, which rippled as they shifted on their feet with uncertainty.

"Come on, here I am! An alien to 'send back' where I came from!" I spoke as I descended the steps. The crowd pushed themselves back in an effort to not be any closer than they had to be. "Come on maggots!" I shouted "Send me back to where I came from!"

"Wish granted!" shouted a voice from the crowd.

My world suddenly became consumed by a concussive force and the sound of ringing metal.

Several people nearby screamed in terror, but they were in turn drowned out by roar of cheering people.

The world resolved back into focus, I was still standing, but half my helmet was now missing.

Oh, and half my face had been blown into shadowy mist.

Heh... Heheh... Better fix that.

I regathered the mist that formed my face and summoned more shadows to remake the ruined helmet.

"Is that all you have?" I asked, my voice distorted as the modified Gaseous Form remade my face. Despite the loud cheering, my relatively quiet voice cut through the din like a scythe through wheat. "I thought I told you to send me back!" I shouted, as the crowd fell silent once again, just now realizing how far out of their depth they were. My horn glowed again, and living shadows pulled themselves from underneath the police cars.

"Come on!" I taunted. "Force your will on me!" I resumed climbing down the stairs, this time in an angry march. "Is bitching and moaning all you have?!"

The crowd then started to panic as I approached, several pushing fights starting as a few people near the front decided they didn't want to be there, but the people behind them not really understanding why people were pushing them out of the way.

The living shadows resolved themselves into vaguely humanoid, yet bulky shapes that wielded an assortment of warped swords and claws.

Several bald men stepped forwards, swastikas and Nazi imagery could be seen tattooed on their skin.

They all raised various sorts of guns.

"Heh... Heheheh... Hahaha. Hahahahahahahahaha!" I started to laugh manically.

"For God and Country!"

More holes opened in my armor as the Nazi scum opened fire;

And that was all the invitation I needed.

I was amongst them in a flash, tendrils of shadow slicing long arches through the air. The living shades swiftly behind, baleful teal lights in lieu of eyes illuminated various faces, adorned with baroque skulls, both painted on and sculpted.

The crowd was in a full panic now, the more cowardly, or perhaps the smarter ones, pushed themselves through the crowd in an effort to retreat. Most however surged forward, pulling out various knives, pipes, and even more guns.

"Come on!" I urged, more of my tendrils of shadow flailing like the tentacles of a particularly vicious kraken at the pressing crowd. "You want Celestia off this planet? How do you propose to do that if you can't even force me off?!"

The living shades formed a ring around me, eagerly and effortlessly butchering their way through the Nazis that came too close. Their thickened forms revealing themselves to not be something akin to flesh, but inches thick armor.

A bullet ricocheted off my thickened barding.

I snarled and lashed out with a tendril at the man-let whose gun was pointing at me and still smoking.

A large gash opened itself across his torso.

The crowd of gun nuts who weren't close to the front started to have second thoughts about charging forward as a verifiable wall of bodies built itself around the shades. Whom I could now hear were merrily cackling with course, not-of-this-reality voices as the gunfire started to die down, now sputtering out as many got forced into close combat or lost their nerve altogether.

A vision of Lucas, standing above the bodies of his classmates, a single bloody rock clutched in his fist, swam across my vision.

... What was I doing?

I stopped the tendrils and gazed over the now mostly fleeing crowd. The shades still fought, pushing dead Nazis off their claws and blades. The Police, whom I realized I had lost them in the confusion, had fallen back into the front door of the building and pushed a table in front of it, staccato gunfire erupted from the door as they shot at me.

And the street was littered with bodies.

These people had been the scum of the Earth... And yet...

Why had I baited them into attacking me really?

Because they thought they could do anything to touch Celestia?

Absurd. Absolutely absurd.

Celestia could take care of herself. And exactly as I had said, let her hang herself with her own rope.

So why had I really attacked them?

Was it because I was protecting Celestia? Or was it...

Because I wanted to?

I felt bile raising in my currently nonexistant stomach.

Sure it may be Nazis today... But this wouldn't have been my first attack. It wasn't even my most unprovoked. How long before I started to think about attacking truly innocent people? People whose only crime was standing in the way at the store? People whose only crime was being an awful driver?

"You are dismissed." I said out loud to the shades, who were going amongst the bodies, occasionally plunging their weapons into still living Nazis.

They all paused at my words and glanced at me.

Then as one, they began to snicker.

"I said; You. Are. Dismissed." I stressed.

A particularly brave one, looked me in the eye and plunged its warped blade into the chest of a struggling body, as if to say 'What are you going to do about it?'

One of my tendrils flashed, grabbing the shade and dragging him into more waiting tendrils, which viciously tore it apart in retribution.

Its non-real screams seemed to echo off the nearby buildings.

"You are dismissed." I repeated to the remaining shades.

The rest of the shades bowed slightly in acknowledgement, before sinking back into the shadows cast by the dead and dying.

I soon found myself alone, accompanied by only the sounds of multitudes of emergency sirens and the calls from the Police inside the building to "Remain where you are!"