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Also on the 17th day of 'Inktober' whose word is the antithesis of the previous one: Demon.

PS: I apologize to those who have trypophobia.

Continuation of the story:

[Previous part in 'God Blessed You?']

Part II:

Celestia's inquisitive gaze penetrates your soul and you force yourself to remain calm, there is nothing left to do, it is better to prepare yourself. With a green glow from the cold fire caused by your transformation, you reveal your true form.

"Yes, I know why you are here...", you answer heavily to the question.

"It is good that you understand your place, polymorph. If you value your existence, you will not fight me and follow me obediently," you reply slowly as you slowly flap your wings.

"I'm not in a good position...", you conclude, thinking aloud, "However, going with you is not an option either.

I know what the rumors say, the things you've done...with.... my species."

A small, vicious smile completely obliterates the ruler's previously calm complexion, and a sarcastic chuckle escapes her lips, as she tries to hide her mirth at the comment, slightly covering her mouth with one of her hooves.

"Oh... I see you're aware of the evil tongues," she said letting out a small laugh, "I won't deny it. Yes, I've had a little fun with some of you, but it's...how shall I put it...collateral damage..., no. Perhaps a necessary evil? maybe.

Or even better, dare I say, a necessity." A small yellow light began to manifest at the tip of his horn, charging some kind of spell.

You get into a fighting stance, knowing you are no match for her, but you won't give up either, you can't, not without a fight, not to the death....

Anticlimactically, Celestia continues her speech. "It is true that your species has been... interesting, so to speak, a rather lucrative field of study" she concluded as she looked in your direction, not taking her eyes off your being for a moment.

"There is no doubt that Star Swirl The Bearded One has been of great help with the research, in fact, first hand you can see the fruits of the research" he said cheerfully as he flapped his three pairs of wings.

"My reign was meant to last many moons, and thanks to you I have found a path to it.

So do me a favor and die quickly, I have other things to do." she said with a note of apathy in her voice

The 'angelic' figure approached in a white and yellow blur. Your magic stopped responding after that, your hooves faltered and you felt a headache.

Warm blood gushes from your sternum. You try desperately to change your shape, but it's useless. The magic that held you together, the magic that allowed you to exist, is no longer yours.

You fall sideways, regretting your decisions. No. Not your decisions, but the circumstances.

You never asked to be born this way, you never chose to be a changeling, doomed from the beginning. There is nothing else to do. Always labeled as the devil, as the cause of misfortunes. You just wanted to live, but, unfortunately, you were marked from birth.

With your head on the ground you observe your surroundings, gasping for breath.

Celestia, giving you a quick glance with a straight face, then retreats, your magic accompanying her as a glowing sphere floats by her side. The scene becomes a blur and the magic that was yours accompanies her. Your eyes gradually close, and you pray for a better ending next time.

Description
Also on the 17th day of 'Inktober' whose word is the antithesis of the previous one: Demon.

PS: I apologize to those who have trypophobia.

Continuation of the story:

[Previous part in 'God Blessed You?']

Part II:

Celestia's inquisitive gaze penetrates your soul and you force yourself to remain calm, there is nothing left to do, it is better to prepare yourself. With a green glow from the cold fire caused by your transformation, you reveal your true form.

"Yes, I know why you are here...", you answer heavily to the question.

"It is good that you understand your place, polymorph. If you value your existence, you will not fight me and follow me obediently," you reply slowly as you slowly flap your wings.

"I'm not in a good position...", you conclude, thinking aloud, "However, going with you is not an option either.

I know what the rumors say, the things you've done...with.... my species."

A small, vicious smile completely obliterates the ruler's previously calm complexion, and a sarcastic chuckle escapes her lips, as she tries to hide her mirth at the comment, slightly covering her mouth with one of her hooves.

"Oh... I see you're aware of the evil tongues," she said letting out a small laugh, "I won't deny it. Yes, I've had a little fun with some of you, but it's...how shall I put it...collateral damage..., no. Perhaps a necessary evil? maybe.

Or even better, dare I say, a necessity." A small yellow light began to manifest at the tip of his horn, charging some kind of spell.

You get into a fighting stance, knowing you are no match for her, but you won't give up either, you can't, not without a fight, not to the death....

Anticlimactically, Celestia continues her speech. "It is true that your species has been... interesting, so to speak, a rather lucrative field of study" she concluded as she looked in your direction, not taking her eyes off your being for a moment.

"There is no doubt that Star Swirl The Bearded One has been of great help with the research, in fact, first hand you can see the fruits of the research" he said cheerfully as he flapped his three pairs of wings.

"My reign was meant to last many moons, and thanks to you I have found a path to it.

So do me a favor and die quickly, I have other things to do." she said with a note of apathy in her voice

The 'angelic' figure approached in a white and yellow blur. Your magic stopped responding after that, your hooves faltered and you felt a headache.

Warm blood gushes from your sternum. You try desperately to change your shape, but it's useless. The magic that held you together, the magic that allowed you to exist, is no longer yours.

You fall sideways, regretting your decisions. No. Not your decisions, but the circumstances.

You never asked to be born this way, you never chose to be a changeling, doomed from the beginning. There is nothing else to do. Always labeled as the devil, as the cause of misfortunes. You just wanted to live, but, unfortunately, you were marked from birth.

With your head on the ground you observe your surroundings, gasping for breath.

Celestia, giving you a quick glance with a straight face, then retreats, your magic accompanying her as a glowing sphere floats by her side. The scene becomes a blur and the magic that was yours accompanies her. Your eyes gradually close, and you pray for a better ending next time.