Years have passed since Shining Armor and his companions overcame their nemesis, but remnants of their slain adversary's cult remain, headed by an old ally believed long dead now turned enemy. Equestria is dying and the leaders debate how best to save it. Will they be able to protect the sealed vault deep underground which houses the Necronomicon?
This fic will be filled with a number of extreme fetishes, so proceed with caution.