>You feel your way around the cosmos
>You've have quite enough
>This plane of existence is all dried up
>You and all these other gods bickering over the final few scraps of the pathetic thing once known as"Humanity".
>It's just not fun anymore
>Sure, going somewhere else would mean you'd have to start over
>Well, better than this shithole

>You fill your omniscient form out over the whole of this universe
>You feel a gravitational pull on several parts of yourself
>You choose one at random, and hope for the best
>Your infinite form squeezes down smaller and smaller until it is smaller then the smallest of particles
>You fling yourself
>You slip through time itself
>Everything is black for a while.

>You honestly hope you didn't miscalculate
>If you dropped down through the wrong crack in spacetime.. you could drift for quite a few eons before hitting anything
>You'd rather not have that happen
>Thankfully though, you feel yourself righted as you enter a new universe
>Before anything you stretch out and feel around
>Nobody hear but you
>A virgin universe?
>Excellent. You love virgins.

>You search around the countless stars for a few eons
>lifeless planets. Lifeless planets everywhere.
>Finally, you feel one
>Oh?
>You look down upon it, and feel it with your presence
>You feel many vibrant life forms exist here, scattered and varied
>You ponder as you examine
>Suddenly, you feel a great power
>The FUCKING PLANET TURNS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER
>Jesus, almost snapped off some of your eternal consciousness
>Well, not really.
>Where did that come from?
>You feel around and find a Pony
>She's much bigger than the others, and seems divine and powerful
>She rotates this planet, and within a few moments for you you feel her sister move the planet and the moon about
>Interesting, interesting.

>You decide here would be a good place to set up shop
>You'll get a fell for the local cosmic entities later
>And enslave them; later.
>You always liked to start small
>Grounding yourself in time was always your first step
>Being timeless and ever-present doesn't seem to help you much
>So, you decide to make your entrance subtle but still present
>You look through moments in the time, and select one moment and place
>You imprint all your supreme being in one place and time
>You being experience events in real time

>A Pony walks through the mountains
>Dying, dying of thirst
>She got lost
>She felt so alone and hopeless and scared
>What she wouldn't do for a savior...
>Just then, she heard something move
"Who's there?" She said, spinning around in terror

>You feel up yourself, flexing your new presence
>You are much smaller then before, but also more condensed and strong
>You can't move though
>Such is the life of a statue
>You reach outward and tickle the mind of the small, insignificant creature near you
>The Pony suddenly tenses up
>It had never felt the mind of another being before
>She turned around and slowly trotted towards a cranny in the rocks
>She squeezed through, being pulled by some force she couldn't understand
>She then got through and turned a corner and froze
>Before her was a statue
>It was a many armed thing, it's shape a crude imitation of a horse with horrible tendrils and beaks and eyes covering itself
>You tried your best to make the idol look like the residents of this world, but you got side-tracked. There is just so much about them... to improve.

>The pony clenched as she laid eyes upon the idol
>She had never seen something like this before
>It just sat there
>But she could feel a horrible thing brush against her mind
>It was around her, on all sides
>Inside her
>She felt a horrible revulsion and comfort
>Then, the thing seemed to guide her forward
>She could hardly understand the vast, complex thoughts of the thing she was around
>She only could feel a portion of the thoughts, too much and she would surely die.
>She clopped ever forward, her natural urge to bolt had been seized up by the thing before her
>Once she got close, she noticed a bowl under the figure
>It was filled with water
>She stared at the idol, and even though it remained unmoving she felt as if it was beckoning her
>Daring her
>Offering

>The pony felt herself calm down
>The massive presence had backed off
>She felt the pressure die down
>She still felt like leaving, but she no longer felt like running
>She was thirsty though
>So terribly thirsty

>Do it.. Do it you fuck
>Do I have to fucking hold your hand, you stupid pony
>Shit goddamn
>You're little biological body requires atoms that are in the EXACT FUCKING configuration of two Hydrogen and one Oxygen
>Don't blame me you're so picky about what you ingest
>Fuck man, I blink and eons pass, and this bitch is taking forever
>I can't believe this shit...

>The Pony feels herself cough
>Her throat cries out, demanding the sweet release
>She felt like something was up here, but she had to
>She leaned forward, her head ever approaching the idol
>As she got closer, she realized it only got more detailed
>She dry heaved
>She then closed her eyes and probed the air until the tip of her muzzle felt the water
>She then dipped it in and began to draw from it
>Sweet, Sweet release
>The pain melted away, the water so pure and fine
>She soon drew back, alive and satisfied
>As soon as she finished, she felt the presence again
>She suddenly couldn't control herself
>She looked down at the gross statue
>it had several horns on its head, but the center on was the far most hideous and long
>It was also very sharp
>She leaned forward, her face inches away from the tip
"No nononono."
>She stopped
>Leaning backwards, she felt relief
>The presence seemed to leave her

>She felt a clam wash over her
>Then, suddenly, a force far stronger enveloped her
>She felt herself lift her hoof far in the air
>And slam it down onto the sharp point of the statue's horn
>She howled in pain
>She drew her hoof back, and then proceeded to beat it against the side of the bowl
>She cried out in pain, again and again
>Each time, the wound forced out more blood that oozed into the bowl
>After a minute, she stopped
>She drew her foot down but held it gently, it was sore and hard to walk on
>She looked down at the pool of blood she had made
>The blood seemed to be absorbed into the bowl
>The statue glowered at her
>She turned around and ran, forcing herself through the crack in the rock with great speed and almost injuring herself in the process
>She ran home, suddenly she knew where it was
>She didn't stop running and running and running until she reached it
>She collapsed on the bed
>She lived the rest of her life peacefully and free of worry
>But once in a while, she'd look to the mountains where she had been lost
>And she would shiver
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>Many years later
>Diamond Dogs dug through the rubble of a mountain
"Why are we digging 'ere, again?" one asked
>Another one slapped the first
"Duh, you idiot, we diggy here because the gems always come up after a big earthquake!"
>the other one scratches his head in thought, and then nods stupidly
"oh, ok. Tha' was the reason."
>They dig in silence for a minute or two
>Suddenly, they open up to a chamber
>Within, they find a dim light

>The Diamond Dogs go inside
>They see, all over the walls, gems and jewels
>They cannot believe it
>As they scan the room, they see a horrible statue
>They ignore the gems for a second and walk over to it

"Wut?"
"Iz a statue, you dolt."
"Well, yea', idiot. How could you not see it?"
"I knew that you two deadbeats! I'm asking wut is it?!"
>he points to the statue's form
"It looks like a pony."
"Yea' you dolt, what did you thin-"
>The dog slaps the other one
"Don' start with that again!"
>The third dog gets closer
"It looks like a pony, but it's all... wierd."
>He reaches forward
>As soon as he touches it, he draws back reviled
"Wut?"
>The dog takes a second to compose itself before speaking
"It's all.. slimy! And gross and stuff!"
>They all look at the statue
>Then, a voice is heard

"You three. Do you see the riches in this cave?"
>They are silent, shivering in fear
"The treasures can support many, but only one may have. Of you three, only one may have my treasure. Who will it be?"
>The voice dies down

>You clear one of your hundreds of gurgling god throats after that little speech
>oh my eternity this is going to be fun to watch

>One dogs steps forward toward the statue and bowl
"Me! I found the cave first, so I should get it."
>The second places a paw on the first's shoulder
"Hey, wait-a minnite! I dug out the most rocks!"

>Oh shit yes, I've made the right choice
>I just wish I had some intergalatic pop-corn for this

>The dogs begin to push and shove
>The three of them begin to feel greed beyond measure
>It was not uncommon for a little thievery between dogs, but this time it was serious
>Testosterone ran high
>The three begin to fight
>Claws and fur flies
>The biggest of the three grabs one of the other two
>He starts beating the shit out of him nearby the statue
"Is this wat you want thar, mr.statue man?" He asks, standing over the brusied body of the other dog, still alive but defeated
"No." a voice range out 
"Then wat do you wa-"
"HE WANTS THIS!"
The other dog jumps from behind the big one, and slams his face down onto the statue
>The unbreakable horns pierce the dog's skull, and blood seeps into the bowl below
>The dog who was beaten scurries to stand up
"What are you doing? Go away crazee dog!" the bruised one said, trying to escape the chamber
>The crazed dog leaps and catches him by the tail
>reaching out, he grabs a gem from the wall
>he begins to smash the head in of the bruised dog
>Again and again
>the gem pulverizes the skull of the second dog, and he dies
>blood and gore stains the perfect gem
>The dog stands up, and walks to the statue
"Is that what you wanted, statue man?"
>The statue is silent
>The dog looks at what he's done and suddenly feels pain in his chest
"Oh no! My brothers.. what have I done?"
>He tries to shake them to wake them up, but it was no use, they were both dead
>Murdered at his hand

>The dog cries to itself, the pain of its actions too much for it
>It is so remorseful
>he crawls to the statue
>he pulls his dead brother's body off of the horns
>He looks at the horrid pony thing underneath, its horn red with the blood
"Statue man... I have done what you ask... But I don't want my treasure.. I want to be with my brothers again!"
>The statue is silent, but the pool seems to shiver
>It begins to spell something out
>a voice rings out to the dog again
"Say my name, dog. And then, I will give you a chance to be with your brothers again. You will serve me, but you will be forever bound to them."
>The dog reads the text in the pool, and feels a dark energy rise within him, but in order for it to work, he needed to speak.
"A...A...A..." he began, the word horrible and awful and twisting to his tounge
"A'Nown!"

>As soon as the word is spoken, the dog is flung back
>He is pressed to the floor by an invisible force
>bloods gushes from the pool
>it creeps across the floor, slowly making a circle around the dog
>soon, the blood seeps to the bodies of his brothers and they start to jitter and shake
>the limbs become awakened, the crawl
>their eyes still wide open and dead, but the bodies move
>the dog in the circle begins to scream
>the bodies soon enter the circle, and there is snapping and popping
>the dog finds no recourse in unconsciousness, he must remain awake
>the three diamond dogs are bound and joined together
>a horrid thing, with mutant legs and arms, some fused and others not, its three heads sliding into position
>he feels his hot blood being pumped into the cold viens of his brothers
>he feels their dead flash weigh him down and shiver as his working nerves power them
>the whole mass shivers and shakes
>it slowly sits up, and stands up
>the creature pants and breathes
>foam forms near the corner of its mouthes, the froth dripping into the other snapping jaw
>the other eyes remain dead and slow, but still roll in the sockets lazily
>the statue speaks once again
"Come to me, my Cerberus. You are mine now. Come; and join your brothers for eternity."
>the beast walks towards the statue and seems to fade away into darkness
>ready, waiting, watching.
>And once again, the statue stays in the darkness
>ready, waiting, watching.
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END OF PART 1