We have such vengeance in store for them as to make Loki and Prometheus’s torments look like a pleasant summer’s evening.
((ooc: lols. I was hoping someone would get the reference. That game scared the piss out of me when I was a kid.))
RUN, COWARDS!!!!
RUN!
R̠̜̃ͯ͐͛̓̀U̒̌̓N̠̩̱̟̱̂ͧ̿!͉͒͊
R̟̻̝̮͍̞̳͑ͪ̉ͯ́ͫͪ̂Ŭ̬͕̙͚̻̞͈̀ͯṄ̫̱͈̱̪̝̘̏!̬̦͎ͬ̉̑
R̢̳͎̲̳̗̟̲͈̘͇̭͐̔̆ͣͤͪͧ̿̾ͬ͑Ų̢̫̠̼͇̖̥̣̩̲͈̼̠͖̈́ͨ̅ͦͯ͛́͌ͥͪ̃̃ͮN̨̢̛̻̝̪̙̫͓͐̊͌̓̒͗́͡ͅͅ!̴̡̫̫̝̗͉͈̯̖̟͉͇̼͙̣̠̱̜̏ͪ͂̽̒̚
OH, YOU’VE ASKED FOR IT NOW!!!!!!!!
You burnt Our tail…
YOU BURNT OUR TAIL!!!!!!!!
FIRE, FIIIIRRRREE!!! OUR FLESH, IT BURNS!!!!
Oh, wait. We forgot. We’re a god.
*With a wave of her horn, the flames vanish.*
Foalish creatures! Did you think a little flame, something that wouldn’t even give a mortal unicorn like Twilight Sparkle trouble, could harm Us!?
*She notices her tail is still on fire.*
OUR TAIL! *She hastily extinguishes it. Her tail is badly singed.*
Our tail…
We will be wearing Our mortal disguise. Also, the meeting will occur in *ick* broad daylight, which We are forced to admit does have a reassuring effect on young colts and fillies.
We promise not to bring up anything that mortal fillies are not meant to know, or even any of those silly things (like manticores or reproduction) that they find upsetting.
(Really, how can anypony become upset at the mention of things that are entirely vital to their species’ continued existence? Mortals never cease to amaze Us…)
Typewryter claims there is something the matter with the poor filly, and that it’s Our fault. We doubt it, but We will see once We meet her again.
You would have to ask Celestia about that. Luna never bothered with the details of Celestia’s foalish little cult, except to use those few feast days dedicated to her as an excuse to party. And, of course, We couldn’t care less about the sun-hag’s religious doctrines.
