The Alliance of Dictators

The holy state of Eivlun has just passed one year of establishment! POLTIK EIVLUN!!!!

Twilight Sparkle wrote:

The Chaos Spawn's focus was now entirely on Ardour. The Canoness, or more precisely, ending the Canoness' life, now formed the entirety of the miserable monster's existence. It dragged its half-charred bulk forward, trying to trap Ardour with its sheer mass. Its movements were still slowing down due to its injuries, but in the narrow corridor that mattered relatively little, especially since Ardour showed no intention of backing down or running away. Despite its all-consuming insanity, the Chaos Spawn retained enough animalistic cunning to know that the Canoness' power halberd and feather blades were dangerous and could hurt it. It kept its few vital organs and body parts at the center of its bulk, as far away from Ardour's weapons as possible.

"Use... leg... hahaha...? U-u-u-usefulll... for k-killing you!" the Chaos Spawn babbled with its remaining mouths. "Kill... b-b-bad Pony! Too much hate! TOO MUCH! W-w-w-why not accept our... our LOVE? Why? WHY?! WHY?!"

It lunged and brought most of its remaining mass, whether living and diseased or dead and charred, down on Ardour from above, left and right simultaneously, trying to crush the Canoness. Its mouths and orifices spurted out a final mixture of corrosive vomit, pus and sheer corruption, filling the remaining feet of the corridor separating the Spawn from Ardour with unspeakably foul vapors.

The walking dead continued their onslaught against the Canoness' forces, although it was starting to lose momentum. Many of them had been put down again (and for good this time, hopefully) by the Honour Guard's efforts, but it also seemed that the Chaos Spawn's injuries were somehow reflected in the fighting abilities of its "progeny". The more injuries it sustained, the slower and less coordinated the walking, rotting corpses became. Perhaps the Chaos Spawn's presence was the only thing still keeping them anchored to the Immaterium now that the Warp Rift had been sealed.

Unlike her fellow canoness who seeded her order in the hives of the Diarchy and fought against the suffering of their fellow equines along with the hidden servants of the Enemy or her abbess who spread hers amidst the armies fighting the xenos threatening the borders, Burning Ardour personally lead her order against the daemons wherever they break through the boundaries of reality and so the Pegasus had extensive knowledge of anti-daemon combat. The wards on her armour shone with holy light as they held back the vileness pouring out of every inch of the beast in front of her.

“Your love is diseased chains, dragging down the faithful into a rancid pit of shared suffering. Even now you puppeteer good Sister-fearing equines in a mockery of life. Your cruelty end now.” Ardour spread her wings out to their furthest extent as she levelled the power halberd at the centre of the Chaos Spawn, making herself into a ball of spikes for the monstrosity to impale itself upon. With a literal ton of weight and most likely more than that, the creature of Nurgle slammed into the Canoness who held on through faith and determination. She thrusted her halberd deep into the diseased mass, paying no heed as the cut gushed foul, acidic fluids.

Glorious Tale’s fervent prayers continued to ring out in the bunker, channeling not only her belief in the God-Empress but all of her sisters’ and that of the stormtroopers outside as well, the power of their piety further eroding the Chaotic influence around them. This too affected the undead as the power of Nurgle was flushed from their bodies, causing rigor mortis to return and slow them further.

Twilight Sparkle wrote:

Twilight stared at her younger self. The lavender Unicorn, so preoccupied with her work of writing the arcane symbols, looked so fragile and innocent. The Imperatrix could barely remember the feeling of being mortal. It was not that she had forgotten the feeling, not exactly. It was more because she had actively chosen not to remember it for so long that she no longer had to consciously suppress it. For many, many years, she had tried so very hard to smother all traces of her older self in order to maintain the persona of the mighty, untouchable "Imperatrix". Now, actually seeing what she had been felt like suddenly recalling a nearly forgotten but once precious foalhood dream with perfect vividness.

She did remember this particular day, though. She remembered it as the day her current life had truly begun, for every experience that came before it belonged to somepony else... to somepony who could still have been redeemed.

"She... I... won't be impressed, Twilight," she said out loud after a long silence. "You think you can control them, but you can't. And then it will be too late."

The Unicorn Twilight let out a yelp as she was startled by ‘Princess Celestia’ suddenly speaking, thankfully in between writing sigils so no unintended spells were cast. Hoof over her hammering heart, she turned to face her future self. “Oh Princess, you surprised me. I was going to come see you after I finished this.” She paused as the Imperatrix’s words registered. “Control the demons? That’s not what this ritual is for. Only the mad or the evil would try to control them, they are anathema to ponykind.” She looked back at her work, ensuring that the matrix wouldn’t collapse the second she stepped away from it and deemed it sufficient.

Another tome floated in from the side as this Twilight approached the other. “Based on my research, demons are entirely incompatible with the very things that form the basis of our society, not to mention how they misalign with the Elements of Harmony.” She opened up the tome to a rather cartoonish depiction of a demon though a more accurate representation would be liable to birth a real one whenever magic was used on the book. “While all demons have Magic to varying degrees, they have absolutely no concept of Honesty or Loyalty and while they do know of Kindness and Generosity, they only see them as a tool to entrap others in predatory deals and agreements and not acts to be done purely because one can. Lastly they have fully embraced Laughter but only to cruelly mock the suffering of others. Time and time again, only harm has resulted from interactions between ponies and demons, our two kinds are diametrically opposed.” Her mini-lecture done, Twilight turned back to her spell with a look of mania in her eyes. “Once complete, this ritual will protect Equestria and prevent any demon from setting hoof on our soil so long as the matrix isn’t compromised and sufficient power is supplied. I wanted to talk to you about the latter, Princess. There’s been several serious advances in magical engines that I believe are capable of powering my spell for several lifetimes.”

AoD Sambuca wrote:

Sambuca is back

Zárate-Campana is back too

Damn, we really should be getting back to the raiding business. Those were the days...

Man I should've known better to not join the WA. Because of their terrible Proposal, one of them I've accidentally adopted made me drop Authoritarianism by 13.0%! That's outrageous, I tell you that!

I've been trying to reclaim my Authoritarianism higher than ever just for my idiocy decision to sacrifice it just for some stupid voting rights that I know won't accomplish my beautiful Nation-State.