>be day Khorne in Equestria
>be Celestia
>you've just received a letter from anon, a rather interesting fellow that appeared about a month ago
>That strange suit of armor, covered in spikes had always interested you. Perhaps a rehaul of the guard's uniforms was in order.
>Back to the letter, it read
 
DEAR WARMASTER CELESTIA,
 
TODAY I LEARNED THAT, WHILE SPILLING BLOOD IS GOOD ON YOUR OWN, IT IS BETTER TO SPILL AND SHARE IT WITH YOUR BATTLE BROTHERS
 
YOUR CHAMPION
 
ANON
 
>The letter appeared to be written in a thick red ink, which gave off a faint coppery scent
>When unraveled, a vial of blood and a skull of some creature you can't identify fell out
>perhaps it would look good above your fireplace, the other gifts he sent sent sure did
 
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>Be a month after day Khorne
>This time, you're Luna
>You're getting a bit worried, Celestia hasn't been getting out much for the past week
>She's also been meeting up with this 'Anon' a lot
>Deciding to check up on her, you approach her room and open the door without knocking
Celestia? Are you okay? You really need to get out m-
>You're cut off when the sight of her covered in splotches of red and wearing a helmet of bone fills your vision
>Opposite her, was Anon
>And they were drinking tea
>He was even wearing some frilly thing over his armor
>There was a rather loud grinding sound as your brain comes to a standstill
 
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>Day starvation in Equestria
>You are Queen Chrysalis
>And things have been going poorly, to say the least
>Your subjects are slowly starving
>suffering
>Dying
>And you are getting desperate
>It pains you to see your kin this way
>There is no love for them
>For you
>But there is one out there, someone said to love all
>With a sigh, you look down at the flat, slate floors of your personal chamber
>Carved into the floor was a glyph, made up of three circles in a pyramid, and three arrows coming from the centre, pointing outwards
>You close your eyes, and start to pray to him
>Asking for help
>For love
>And pledging yourself and your kin to him
>And you felt a sensation flow through your body, tingling at your nerves
>You were being filled with love, as well as other gifts that started to course through your veins, and grow from your body
>And he was very willing to give gifts
>After all, Ol' Pappy Nurgle did love all of his subjects...