Chapter #37All hail the fat king. by: Unknown It's good to be the king. Or at least the king of the Crystal Empire. His majesty Sombra, standing on a balcony, red robe snapping in the wind, armor and crown gleaming in the gloomy light of day, watched his kingdom from afar with a triumphant smile on his cruel face. He had finally done it: he had captured the Crystal Heart and restored himself to his former self, but there was still some loses he had to deal with.
The ones that tried to send him back from whence he came, to imprison him in some sort of dark hole, had escaped to the lands beyond before the dark pony could unleash his power. Sombra turned his gaze towards the sky, which was cloudy with pitch dark clouds. This was the power the king casted, a shield that covered the kingdom; nothing could get in, nothing could get out, except his majesty himself, of course.
But Sombra would never dare leave the safety of his empire, for he knew that this area was placed under heavy surveillance following the events that happened. An attack Equestria would also be fruitless because he had no dark armies to fight it with. For now he had to stay in his protective bubble, rebuilding his evil armies, waiting for the right chance to strike.
But that also had negative side-effects. Boredom quickly settled in, and watching slaves work, smacking away bits of rock from boulders, their pickaxes audible from up there, brought only so much entertainment. A yawn nagged on the king's mouth and he opened his mouth wide, exposing unpony-like sharp teeth, yawning loudly.
Standing around was making him so awfully tired. A growl came from his belly. And hungry. Sombra headed back inside, to a richly, but darkly, decorated room. From the gloom emerged a dark pony-like figure, completely black in color with piercing white eyes and metallic wings. This was one of the king's creations, a dark entity that loyally served him no matter what. He didn't trust other normal ponies, even if they were just harmless slaves.
"Tell them to ready my bath and prepare me a meal," he barked.
The entity asked no questions, but only said in a cold voice: "Yes, your graciousness." And it disappeared back into the gloom, most likely teleported to its destinations.
Not even five minutes later the food and bathtub was ready. Removing his crown, armor and kingly robes, he climbed into the hot, steaming bathtub (which would have deserved the title "pool") with a sigh. It was rather strange but somehow they managed to get a large dinner table, stacked high with cakes, sweets and other fatty foods like fries. It was a lot, even for him.
Even though he did not trust his slaves, he still used some, but only under strict surveillance from his spawn of black entities, which was now in the room, standing five feet from each other, forever silent and watchful, always ready to serve their master, which was being fed.
"It's good to be the king," said he, while being pampered, knowing little that the food he was consuming was causing his abdominal to bulge slightly.
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