A pitch black night reigned supreme over Equestria. The rebuilding land had seen its share of metaphorical night in the past few months, but this physical one was for the record books. Luna had risen the moon, but it was blotted out by the clouds that Cloudsdale furiously exuded. However, none of the Pegasi workers in the weather factory knew why they were pumping out clouds so quickly. The manager had received a letter from Celestia, but he too was at a loss. Their cloud machine had been malfunctioning for a few days, and the clouds cast a somber mood on the land during the day and a downright frightening mood at night.
It was into this night that Iron Wing, once the second-in-command of the greatest rebellion Equestria had ever known, now stepped. His wings were ragged and torn, his hooves ached, and the young colt coughed as he made his way through the darkness. But he was determined to reach his destination. He was on a self-imposed mission: rescue his beloved Midnight. She had died, yes, but he had received the means to revive her thanks to a disgruntled wizard of the dark arts.
I will save you, my precious one, he said to himself, for you were right. The smartest and richest of ponies must be killed. I will be the one to raise you, my beloved, and then we shall rule Equestria. Celestia, Luna, Cadance, and Twilight shall all die at our hooves. Then all that's left to do is kill that sister of yours, the wretched Sunlight, and Equestria will be ours.
He sneered as he walked up to an iron fence. He stared up and could just barely make out a sign in the pale moonlight. "Ponyville Cemetery," he said out loud, "bingo." He quietly picked the lock with a feather and walked inside. His love for the young filly had only grown in the months since she had been killed by Twilight. His heart pounded in his chest as he thought of her beauty and strength. He was absolutely enamored with her, even building a secret area where he would go and stare endlessly at her picture. She had been amazing in her Ponita disguise, but his love for her and malice for Equestria had been made concrete when she turned back into Midnight Mare.
He strode through the graves, desecrating a couple of them for fun, before walking up to a large mausoleum. He smiled and went inside, searching for crypt number 34. "Soon, my darling," he said, "soon…" He finally reached the hole in the wall and used some of the wizard's magic dust to open it and gently set Midnight's casket down on the floor. "Now, Equestria, your doom is assured!" He said with triumph as he threw open the box.
He gazed down, hoping to see his beloved Midnight, but instead finding a half-decayed body with bugs crawling all over it. He jumped a bit and felt like vomiting, but swallowed it and continued in a determined, some might say crazed, manner. He quickly undid more of the dark magic dust that the wizard had left with him and scattered it around the casket. Then, he drew a mysterious circle on the floor before stepping back.
He recited a spell born out of evil itself, and the casket began to rise as the dust did its work. It flew around the room in a haunting way before dropping Midnight. The dust floated up to her and began restoring her. It restored her body, her heart, and her evil mind. When it was done, the dust scattered out of the window and to the furthest corners of Equestria, never to be seen again.
The filly groaned and opened her eyes. She looked up at Iron Wing, who smiled back down at her. "Hello, my dear," he said, "welcome back."
She looked around in confusion and then scoffed. "What took you so long?" She asked him, "we had a deal!"
"I know we had a deal, Midnight, but…you know…things come up."
"Horse crap!" She said sharply, "what an excuse. But…you were the only one to stick with me, even through the final battle with my putrid mother and her disgusting friends. So…I'll forgive you. But don't let it happen again!"
"I won't," Iron Wing said, "I promise I won't."
"Now…come here and kiss me, you sexy stallion!"
With that, they fell into each other and began making out excessively. What they had not told anypony was that they were engaged in an intense relationship all throughout Midnight's rampage. They had even gone so far as to make a deal that, should either one of them meet their doom, the other one would find a way to bring them back. After all, magic could accomplish anything, so who was to say it couldn't bring somepony back from the dead?
They finished their lustful activity and stood next to each other, looking out at the stars. "So, Midnight, what happens now?" Iron Wing asked.
"What happens?" She asked back, "I'll tell you what happens. We fight. We destroy my mother, her friends, and all Equestria! This time, we won't lose! We'll win, and all the rich, and smart, and friendly ponies of the land will know to fear our names!"
She howled in a shrill of laughter, and he followed suit. "We're back," he said creepily, "and nopony will stand in our way!"
"Indeed, my love, indeed," Midnight said, "now, here's the plan…"