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A flurry of chaos
Here we go again.
Looks like Flurry has finally snapped. And decided to live up to the eldritch abomination we all knew she was.
If its beauty you want — its beauty you get. — Cosmic — eldritch beauty.
storytime:
What is it to be beautiful? That was shat Flurry wondered. Beauty is a subjective term. Its in the eye of the beholder. And in the eyes of her mother, she was now squandering that beauty.
To Flurry, Beauty had Become like a curse. A Curse that had haunted her since birth, for it was tied into her very genes.
'Where had this curse come from', she would speculate. She was an alicorn. An unnaturnal being. And in a reality that might or might not have existed, this was because she was the offspring of the malignant stars. Where her existence had been only made possible by her mother being the malgamation of all the princesses.
It was something she liked to tease her mom about. — That maybe she was a monster. Maybe her
existence was proof of a greater ”Cosmic” influence. Whats to say that some of those forces did not linger through space time. In which Cadence was just a piece of a greater whole. Her ”Real” mother. Whose reality warping was the true cause behind Flurrys existence.
It was a cruel idea. One that her rebellious heart enjoyed, because her mother did not. Her mother would time and time again tell Flurry to stop with such nonsense.
This mean teasing was but the latest in an ongoing escalation between mother and daughter. The more cadence tried to reign her daughter in. The Harder Flurry rebelled. And the more Flurry rebelled. The Harder Cadence tried to make her act like a propper pretty princess.
It was only a question of who would break first.
And Flurry did not have her mothers patience.
When the last straw broke. Flurry threw all caution to the wind, and screamed.
”You want me to be beautifull? — I can be beautifull! — I shall be so beautifull that all who look uppon me shall go mad from the sight. I shall be the most beautifull in the world – Neigh – The UNIVERSE!”
Flurry grabbed the medallion, and submitted herself to the demons promise. Just three little words, Spoken three times, unbroken.
Flurr Flurr Flurr.
And so Flurry summoned forth all the beauty of the cosmos. The beautification took hold of her, and warped her form into shapes. Such beautiful shapes.
At first, Cadence simply thought her daughter was casting a spell. To mockingly make her mane and tail curl up into spirals and circles. As did her dress and wings curl into shapes of a more pleasing persuasion.
But as the words began to flow out of Flurry's mouth, they became like a torrent. A cascade that once it had been opened could not be sealed. She could not stop the chant, nor did she want to. For the beauty had taken her. She had become its vessel. And through her — the eternal beautification flooded forth. Filling her with shapes from beyond time and space. Shapes that her pony frame could not convey nor contain.
As her shape spun upp, it did not stopp spinning. Everything kept twisting untill it curled in on itself. the shapes warped the very light around them as the rays and colors could not convey the beauty. Cadence watched her daughter collapse in on herself. Ever changing – ever shifting. Imploding yet exploding in a paradoxical way.
And in the center of that growing maelstrom, the amulet grew into the eye of the storm, a baleful red eye from which all the beauty surged forth as it began to suck in more and more of the immediate surroundings. Warping reality itself into even more beautiful shapes. Until the shapes far surpassed the pony standard for beauty and became a mind warping nightmare.
A nightmare that Cadence screamed for to stop as she watched her daughter warp into something she had told herself had only been a horrible dream.
And yet, someting that the back of her mind told her had been all to real.
……….
”You might not like it mom – but this is what peak beauty looks like. ”
(Her mom told her that she should be beautiful – so she became a biblically accurate angel.)
Here we go again.
Looks like Flurry has finally snapped. And decided to live up to the eldritch abomination we all knew she was.
If its beauty you want — its beauty you get. — Cosmic — eldritch beauty.
storytime:
What is it to be beautiful? That was shat Flurry wondered. Beauty is a subjective term. Its in the eye of the beholder. And in the eyes of her mother, she was now squandering that beauty.
To Flurry, Beauty had Become like a curse. A Curse that had haunted her since birth, for it was tied into her very genes.
'Where had this curse come from', she would speculate. She was an alicorn. An unnaturnal being. And in a reality that might or might not have existed, this was because she was the offspring of the malignant stars. Where her existence had been only made possible by her mother being the malgamation of all the princesses.
It was something she liked to tease her mom about. — That maybe she was a monster. Maybe her
existence was proof of a greater ”Cosmic” influence. Whats to say that some of those forces did not linger through space time. In which Cadence was just a piece of a greater whole. Her ”Real” mother. Whose reality warping was the true cause behind Flurrys existence.
It was a cruel idea. One that her rebellious heart enjoyed, because her mother did not. Her mother would time and time again tell Flurry to stop with such nonsense.
This mean teasing was but the latest in an ongoing escalation between mother and daughter. The more cadence tried to reign her daughter in. The Harder Flurry rebelled. And the more Flurry rebelled. The Harder Cadence tried to make her act like a propper pretty princess.
It was only a question of who would break first.
And Flurry did not have her mothers patience.
When the last straw broke. Flurry threw all caution to the wind, and screamed.
”You want me to be beautifull? — I can be beautifull! — I shall be so beautifull that all who look uppon me shall go mad from the sight. I shall be the most beautifull in the world – Neigh – The UNIVERSE!”
Flurry grabbed the medallion, and submitted herself to the demons promise. Just three little words, Spoken three times, unbroken.
Flurr Flurr Flurr.
And so Flurry summoned forth all the beauty of the cosmos. The beautification took hold of her, and warped her form into shapes. Such beautiful shapes.
At first, Cadence simply thought her daughter was casting a spell. To mockingly make her mane and tail curl up into spirals and circles. As did her dress and wings curl into shapes of a more pleasing persuasion.
But as the words began to flow out of Flurry's mouth, they became like a torrent. A cascade that once it had been opened could not be sealed. She could not stop the chant, nor did she want to. For the beauty had taken her. She had become its vessel. And through her — the eternal beautification flooded forth. Filling her with shapes from beyond time and space. Shapes that her pony frame could not convey nor contain.
As her shape spun upp, it did not stopp spinning. Everything kept twisting untill it curled in on itself. the shapes warped the very light around them as the rays and colors could not convey the beauty. Cadence watched her daughter collapse in on herself. Ever changing – ever shifting. Imploding yet exploding in a paradoxical way.
And in the center of that growing maelstrom, the amulet grew into the eye of the storm, a baleful red eye from which all the beauty surged forth as it began to suck in more and more of the immediate surroundings. Warping reality itself into even more beautiful shapes. Until the shapes far surpassed the pony standard for beauty and became a mind warping nightmare.
A nightmare that Cadence screamed for to stop as she watched her daughter warp into something she had told herself had only been a horrible dream.
And yet, someting that the back of her mind told her had been all to real.
……….
”You might not like it mom – but this is what peak beauty looks like. ”
(Her mom told her that she should be beautiful – so she became a biblically accurate angel.)
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