Robert was the last to awake as the Russians had already prepared breakfast for themselves. They called for Twilight but she was no where to be found. Getting up Robert informed them of the new house he had constructed as a temporary outpost until he could get them back to Russia. Eating already a strange buzzing came from Robert’s pocket, taken out to be a small radio. It transformed into a small monitor upon being placed on the table. “Hello Richards”, groaned Robert looking already bored at the appearance of his uncle. “Robert have you set up a base?” “No point, there’s no warfare here, no war no strife no nothing. I’ve set up an outpost at the portal but other than that we have no bases here.” Richards grimaced at him, and then nodded at the decision. “Fine.” Trotsky looked around the monitor, “Sir could you get in touch with the Tsar?” Richards looked at the new face, “Who’s this?” “Private Trotsky, his sergeant and his comrades were forced here by hostile forces. There setting up with me until we can get them home.” “Which year are you from?” “Seventeen thirty-one.” “Ok that’s easy to contact hopefully there’s no interference. I’ll contact you later with an update.” The monitor then closed down and refitted back into a radio.
 
Placing it back in his pocket, Robert and his men loaded up their bags and set out. Taking them about ten minutes out of town, they came upon the blockhouse with empty slots for cannons already open at top the tower. “A fortified blockhouse, I could use some old refinement.” Robert turning to Anon, “You’d like that wouldn’t you but the inside is modernized so no lumpy bed or stale food.” Trotsky had already stormed into the house with the others, taking in the modern technology they don’t have in their era. “What is this?” Trotsky examined the large, but thin box. “It’s a T.V. Able to contact information, watch entertainment or display systems on screen. Such as this…” Robert placed the Xbox out under the table and set it up. “Found the beds!” Roche called from upstairs partly squeaking of bed springs heard. “Sir how did you build all this?”, Anon inquired as he reclined in a chair. “Magic”, Robert stated bluntly stepping out to add more to the house. The outside warped as a forge appeared and a small garden, which then burst into flames as Robert remembered he’s allergic to flowers. Instead he improved the area around the forge, creating a cover to protect from the weather and work benches and grind stones for improving his works. He thought about putting a tanning rack but with the population being animals it would most likely pose him as an evil monster who harvests the flesh of his neighbours. Then he thought about putting it in to scare away ponies from snooping around his blockhouse. The ultimate decision was not to have it.
 
“Commander your friend has appeared on the T.V.” ,Trotsky called from in the house. Robert has resigned from bothering to correct them since I doubt they’ll stop no matter what he says. Walking in, Richards was back on screen a little sweaty. “Robert connection was bad but we can get those men back but they want a favour.” “What kind of favour?” “Repair work, one of their cannons isn’t working properly. We’re sending it to you to work your artillery magic on it.” Looking outside sure enough there was a cannon waiting outside, ammunition in tow. “Balls.”, Robert looked down before stepping outside to get to work, the four Russians following to watch Robert work. Taking few minutes to examine the cannon, Robert walked into the house then back out with a bucket of water and blush. “The thing is filthy, one must have a clean cannon if it is to be presentable for the enemy.” Soon he was washing the grim off the cannon, the four were practising their swordplay for battle when they got back.
 
An hour passed and Robert was finally finished with the cleaning and the others were bored so they set up chairs to watch Robert start aligning the cannon. “Anon could you take that scarecrow over there and set it up on the hill next to us” Robert asked as he pointed in a random direction near the house. Eventually the scarecrow was found, behind the house, and set up about 200 leagues away from Robert’s position. “Ok now let’s see what wrong.” Setting the fuse the shot ended up with not enough power and barely hit the opposite hill. “Ok that was the usual standard of powder used for these cannons, so lets up the power.” He was talking aloud partly because it was how his thinking took place and partly because Anon was taking notes. Increasing the powder by fifty percent, it was getting closer to the 200 point but now its accuracy was faltering. “Greater powder means less likely to hit so let’s try a heavier shot. Let’s see if a twelve pound shot will do better then eight.” The shot this time took the ‘legs’ out from under the scarecrow. The cannon’s shot attracted a crowd of Twilight, her friends and Spike who took an interest in the invention. “Do you need any help?” Seeing as Robert was aligning and loading it alone, help from the small dragon was appreciated. “Anon find five more scarecrows and set them closer. I want to check the accuracy of the canister shot.” As the targets were being set up Robert turned to Spike as he was putting in the can in the cannon, “cover your ears when this goes off, it’s loud enough to go deaf.” Robert stopped worrying about going deaf after falling asleep to dragonforce at fall blast from his ipod.
 
The shot was simple blasting away three of the five targets, thinking of his own strategies the other two would be killed by gunfire. “Alright this cannon need to be remade for 12lbs shots rather then the old 8lbs, you got that Anon?” “Yes sir, I have it all reported.”
 
“Um Shepard?” Twilight had stepped up to him, “Is it alright if I test a new spell on you?” He looked down at her, “What kind?” “A buff as you called it.” Taking a few steps back and opening his arms saying, “Whenever you’re ready.” She gave a wink to her friends then cast the spell.
 
At first nothing happened but as time passed Shepard started shaking. “How do you feel?” Twilight inquired. He started grasping his head looking like he was having a nervous breakdown, and then he started coughing up blood. “Twi I don’t think it worked,” Applejack chimed in beside her. “I don’t know what-” “RELEASE ME FOOL!” Boomed Robert’s voice but altered as if two people were speaking at the same time. Anon went near, “Commander what’s wrong?” a hint of urgency in his voice. “Robert looked at him still shaking, “Anon… take your men inside and go on lockdown. That an ORDER!” The other voice came out again. “You heard the Commander inside now!”, anon shouted at his men. Shutting all doors and initiating lockdown, Richards face appeared on the screen. “What the hells happening over there?” “Sir Something wrong with the commander he’s shaking and coughing up blood.” A look of surprise then concern came over, “What’s he doing now?” “He’s changing Sergeant, he’s got scales!”, Trotsky called down from the observatory. “The ponies are just standing there and… OH SNAP! Sarge, the commander has wings.” “Sergeant Anon inform those outside to stay the fuck away from him. If it’s what I think it is he’ll unleash his power at anyone near him. I’ll rally my men to stop this.” “But sir what is happening?” “The immortal soldiers has many secrets and it looks one of them is trying to get free.” Before he could inquire the screen turned off. “He’s flying away, looks like the direction of the forest.” Disengaging lockdown Anon marched up to Twilight still stunned at what happened, “What did you do to him?!?” “I-I-I was just letting his emotions to be released.” “Why in the nine hells would you do that?” Twilight was now in tears, releasing that her newest friend has lost control because of her.
 
“Look his friend said to stay away from him”, Anon stated as he grabbed his rifle from Trotsky. “Well if he said stay away, what are you doing?” “We’re going after him, the commander looked after us. We won’t ditch him because of some anger issues.” He marched back inside, leaving the six to themselves. “We should help as well” Fluttershy said, still nervous of the creature she just saw. “He’s becoming a literal monster, why should we try anything. I say we leave him alone like his friend said,” Rarity responded. “No” Twilight said, “I made him this way and the way he is now he’ll need as much support as possible. Dash can you find out where he went?” A quick salute and Dash was off in the same direction, “Come on girls let go save our new friend.”
 
“Sir they’re going into the forest, shouldn’t we stop them?” Trotsky called down. “I gave them the message and they chose to ignore it. It’s their responsibility now.”
 
 
Deep within the evergreen forest, Robert landed out an old castle. It’s walls partly torn down and covered with vegetation. Every step he took a small flame was left in his footprints. “Why? What has caused you to rise?” Robert asked. “YOUR ANGER IS MY POWER. YOUR FRIEND RELEASED IT FOR ME TO FEED UPON.” The voice boomed out of Robert’s mouth. “She didn’t mean to I know that, her urges were too strong.” “WHAT ARE YOU BABBLING ABOUT? YOU ARE NOT THE MAGE I FACED SO LONG AGO.” Robert stumbled into what looked like a throne room, the shadows twisting around the room. “SOMETHING STIRS HERE, I SHALL FEED UPON IT.”
 
“What has entered my hollowed halls?” A voice asked around Robert echoing of the walls and shadows. “Your mind is in pain, let me help.” “Stay back creature I don’t wish to harm you.” The shadows now glowed as it wrapped around Robert, merging into his skin and going through every open passage into his insides. “What’s… what’s happening to”, he was cut as his flesh began to tear, blood and bone popping into visibility, then a flash. Robert found himself looking at himself but the other one was different. Horns protruded from his skull, a tail, Red scales covering his body and his eyes blood red. “I AM FREE!” The creature bellowed examining his new body. “Demostine, I’ve slain you once I can do it again. Flames erupted from Demostine blasting through the stone roof that covered them. “COME LITTLE FOOL. TASTE THE POWER OF BETHREZEN’S LOYAL GENERAL.” A torrent of sparks came from Robert blasting the rest of the roof away. “You will die Demostine, I am your superior obey my words!”
 
Rainbow was watching over the battle hearing their words as they magic started filling the air. Her friends were close behind after seeing the flames appear in the sky. Rainbow landed in front of them, “I don’t think we can help guys.” “What, why?” pleaded Twilight. “Twilight he had a demon inside him, he’s fighting it right now. There’s no way we can help.” “She’s right.” They looked behind as the Russians, a bearded man and two other solder’s covered head to toe in black armour. “Who are you?” “Richards, Robert’s uncle and watcher.” Taking a few steps forward standing before the bridge, “Robert has many secrets but even he told of the demon living inside him. Though I don’t know why he has come out now, he didn’t look overly anger about anything.” Twilight stepped out a bit, “Actually it’s my fault, I cast a spell on him to unleash his emotions.” He stood there for a few seconds then turned and bitch slapped Twilight, “WHY? WHAT WOULD CAUSE YOU TO ACT SO FOOLISHLY?” Twilight was now in tears from the pain slowly backing away from Richards. “Sir sh-”, Anon tried to intervene but the blackguards held him back just shaking their heads at him. “He… he did a free ballin at the party I thought…” Richard was now sighing, “you thought he had a lust for you girls and you were trying to let him express it.” Twilight nodded at his explanation. “That answer will have to do but right now we can’t do anything to stop him. This is his fight now.” “Twilight, what is the meaning of this?”, asked a white alicorn along with a smaller black one. “Princess!”
 
Celestia landed in front of Twilight along with Luna, “Twilight who are these creatures?” She glared at Richards and he glared back his blackguards now at his side. “They’re humans Princess they came through a portal to help Robert.” “And who is this Robert character?”
 
The old castle exploded, blasting both Robert and Demostine to the other sides of the ruins. Robert had become more draconic looked, wings made of electricity spewing from his back, blue scales covering his body and swords created from the lightning stretching out of his arms. Demonstine looked similar with black and red wings and one large longsword made of flames at his side. “ROBERT WHAT MERRY FUN WE ARE HAVING, SOON THIS WORLD WILL BE COVERED IN FLAMES.” “You aren’t being serious Demostine I can sense it. Why are you holding back? Is it you want me to kill you again?” “NO I WAS JUST WAITING FOR THEM” The flames shifted behind his back soldiers, demons and gargoyles appeared. “YOU DON’T HAVE THE EMPIRE OR MOUNTAINS CLANS TO HELP YOU NOW.”, he bellowed as his army laughed with him. “I no longer need the assistance of humanity to face you demon.” Robert arms glowed green erecting shirks and moans from the forest. Slowly the dead shuffled out Phantom warriors and skeleton champions at the front. Ghosts, shades and spectres floated above while dreaded dracoliches and dread wyrms crushed the trees. “Mortis’s armies are at my command; they know no fear, no pain and thus will drive your armies back into the hells they came from. “YOU MUST DIE WORM!” “I already have.” The two sides charged as their commanders took to the air.
 
“What are these creatures?” Twilight asked now hiding behind the princess. “Demostine is one of Bethrezen’s generals, makes sense to use the legions of the damned, while Robert has used his magic to raise the dead and call them in the name of the goddess Mortis. But they are now airborne thus giving us time to stop them. Richards turned and nodded at his blackguards, who in turn started setting up their snipers. “What are you going to do?” “Temporarily kill them. The magic you casted on them will become null and they’ll fuse back together. It will also give him time reset all the defences in his mind to prevent Demostine from being released again.” How does one temporarily kill someone?” “Robert can’t die, too much magic in him to allow that. He is undead thus he cannot die he can just sleep.” “Were set up sir.” “Fire when you’ve got a clear shot”
 
“I AM SUPERIEM. WHY FIGHT YOUR BETTER?” “You must remember when I sunk my blade through your chest. Your power is mine, you cannot win. Give up and I’ll release your body and keep your power.” “LIES MY BODY IS NO MORE THERE IS NOTHING TO RELEASE. YOU STOLE MY SOUL AND MY POWER.” “You are fooling yourself. Of course I kept your body it was my victory and it is my trophy.” “ENOUGH YOU’LL DIE FOR DESICRATING MY REMAINS” “Yeah yeah”
The two kept fighting surging their powers into their blows and then both got knocked from the sky, “NO NOT AGAIN!!!!” “Shit did I just get shot?”
 
There bodies fell slowly merging back to one as the armies disappeared under the earth. A stretcher was now being called by the Russians as Richards tended to the ponies. “If you want to know hat this was all about you’d best follow me.”, Looking at the mane 6 then to the princesses. He then turned to Robert’s body, it had gone limp but magic was still coursing through his body. His hand went up and placed it on Richard’s head. A small course of magic flew through his hand then went limp again. “Robert has a message for you girls”, he said without turning. “If you want to be my lover, you got to get with my friends. Make it last forever, friendship never ends. If you want o be my lover, you have got to give. Taking is too easy but that’s the way it is.”, Richards stated as he started walking off his guards now humming a song.
 
“Twilight I expect a report on this and you will bring him to me when he recovers.” Celestia said as she flew off with her sister. “Come on girls let’s get the background on our new friend.”, Following along behind Richards’ group.
 
From the ruins a shadow of an alicorn shifted from the ruins. “What an interesting creature,” she said as the shadows warped her away in the direction of the blockhouse.