Anon the Lich 3 part 1

>You are Anonymous the Lich

>You will stop at nothing to annihilate these pathetic ponies and their world.

>The shadows hide your undead form as you stalk the depths of the forest, watching the six… Ponies, return home.

>Even in this place, darkness is an ally, and it lovingly caresses you in its embrace.

>You ooze from the darkest recesses of the trees, and look down from a high branch at the ponies.

>”I dunno Twi, that Anon feller wasn’t what I’d call normal.”

>”I agree, Applejack, but I don’t think we have anything to really go on, do we?”

>That white one is deep in thought.

>Odd.

>You’d taken her for an aristocrat.

>Thinking should be below her.

>”Don’t think for a second girls that he was trying to make friends.”

>Very smart. Would need to watch her carefully.

>”I still don’t like it any though. What’s he doin’ in the Everfree anyway?”

>This Applejack was inquisitive, unfortunately; though a small part of you is glad they’re sharper than they appeared at first.

>This game of shadows would be all the more enjoyable.

>You know enough.

>Fading back into the darkness, you cackle to yourself, your burning eyes the last thing to fade away into the murk of the shadows.

 

>It has been two days sense you were approached.

>The ponies know you exist, but know nothing of you.

>While you wished you could erect your tower in silence, and keep the element of surprise, you can be content with the outcome.

>Now, moving your tower?

>That was easy.

>You have sense moved it to a tall cliff-edge, a large meadow out in front.

>Once you have dominated this land, you will have to make this simple tower into a castle befitting your magnificence.

>The ponies would be grasping at shadows and smoke if they tried to hunt you down.

>Perfect.

>You turn from your balcony, and grasp your newly-built Phylactory tightly.

>It is a gilded box, filled with thousands of rare jems, each radiating magical power, rings and various trinkets.

>Few would guess that the Phylactory its self is one of the hinges, made of pure star-metal, wrenched from the heart of this worlds sun.

>Most would shatter the box and destroy the rings and gems, and call it a day.

>Setting it down on your desk, you pull open a scroll.

>You have much work to do.

 

>It begins simple.

>You must observe Ponyville, Fillydelphia, the world at large in fact.

>You must learn of this place, learn how it works.

>And once you understand it, you can tear it apart, piece by bloody piece.

>Rising after Nerull knows how long, you stride to your balcony, the rising sun giving little indication as to the time you’ve spent planning and brooding.

>It is the beginning of the end for this world.

>Ironic it is herald by a rising sun.

>The deepening shadows cast by the scarce light accept you into their embrace.

>You move through the dark underworld of Equestria, free of the horrors that plague many other planes in the realm between Light and Dark.

>The world passes in a blurr, as you meld back into reality in Ponyville, hugging to an alleyway.

>The ponies are not about just yet. You don’t expect them too, they are creatures of peace.

>It’s doubtful they’ve needed to raise a militia to force back the eldritch horrors that roam the Multiverse.

>It will make your conquest all the more easy.

>You fall into the shadows again, this time moving for the Library.

>You will take the time to read the books now, to truly get a firm grasp of what there is to know about this world.

 

>The Library is host to Twilight Sparkle and her dragon pet.

>You knew she had a dragon, but you did not expect it to be an assistant.

>These Ponies seem odd, to keep such a powerful creature around as a pet.

>If this dragon were to go rogue, he could easily do lasting harm to the ponyfolk.

>You wait in the whispering darkness of the Library, behind the walls in an impossible place.

>Eventually, you watch as Twilight leaves, taking spike with her.

>She seems to be in high moods, along with the dragon.

>Foolish girl, what is there to be happy about?

>Every second her death ticks closer, and she is wasting time on petty emotions.

>You scoff as you bleed from the walls, returning to the true world.

>Your hate for these things grows all the more at their idiocy.

>Such is the folly of the living, however…

>You will enjoy showing them the peace of death.

>But this is musings for later.

>Now, you have to focus on researching this world.

>Runes dance across the floor and float in the air.

>Your arcane power flows from your hands in brackish mists, swirling like oil smoke through the air.

>Books of all sorts fly from the shelves in various sections of the library as you set down to read.

 

>Time flies as your memorize tome after tome.

>The Basics of Magic

>The History of Equestria

>The Elements of Harmony

>Bestiary Cryptium

>All sorts of knowledge on this land, Equestria, fills your being.

>Timber Wolves, the correct name for those idiot beasts that attacked you, while silly, is fitting.

>You spend most of the day rifling through book after book, scouring them for knowledge.

>It was only when you reach your last one, that you leave your seat, the book flying away to a vacant position on the shelf.

>You know everything you need to know, for now, a mere four hours later.

>You will return and study every book here eventually, but for now, you have other things to worry about.

>Namely, the small orange pony with red hair looking up at you in fright.

 

“What do you want?”

>Your voice is heavy with malice and an ancient severity.

>You are the Eternal Evil of your home.

>You do not see a reason to lessen your contempt for the living based on age.

>With a frightened ‘eep!’ she backs away, slightly, your visage and tone working in tandem.

>”Uhm.. I was just, uh… Finding the new book of Daring Doo!”

>She smiles at you, her eyes wide.

>Disgusting.

“Be gone, whelp, I have no time for your inane mumblings.”

>You glide past, not sparing a second look, and reach into the shadows.

>The darkness leans out to touch you, eager for you once more.

>”Mister..  Uhm.. robes guy?”

>You pause, and slowly turn your baleful gaze upon here.

“What?”

>Nothing but venom in your voice, not a touch of kindness.

>”What are you doing going that way? The door is over-“

>Silence, you idiot beast.

“I do not desire the door, I desire an exit.”

>The tendrils of darkness reach around you, as you melt into the shadows again, leaving a stunned filly in your wake.

>You could not imagine the impact this would have.