We all passed through the marble archway, and witnessed the horrors within the throne room. Bodies were littered here and there, and one dangled from between Vesania's index and middle finger like a cigar. He was slouched in the golden throne, though his size was breaking the armrests. The stained-glass windows behind him were either shattered or severely cracked, compromising their beauty. The statues of guards and historical figures had been defiled with crude slashes and hateful grafitti. One was toppled and on its side next to Big Macintosh. It was of a proud warrior wielding a spear.

"Welcome, my little treats!" he called to us in a hateful tone.

I could feel the hatred and disgust between all of us. Their feelings for him were so strong that I felt their shakes of anger and heat of resentment.

He smiled at us as he picked a shoe out of his teeth and looked at it as though he didn't know how it got there. "What? Aren't you happy to see me?" He chuckled.

"Shut up!" I shouted to him.

He merely snickered at my outburst. "I take that as a 'no,' then? What about you, Luna? Do you like how I redesigned the-"

"Silence!" she yelled as she stepped forward.

He was surprised by her tenacity. "Hmm. I guess that's a 'no' from you to-"

"I said silence! You have no right to speak to me after what you've done!"

He grinned and tossed his snack to the floor with a gross "thunk." He leaned back in the chair and propped his legs up on a small pile of bodies lying at his feet like an ottoman. My heart sank as I noticed that the one on top of that pile was Celestia.

Luna's eyes got wide at the gesture and she gasped aloud. Then the anger returned, and she ground her teeth.

"Hmm? Oh, this! Do you like it? I made it out of the ones who thought that they could outrun me. I think it matches my scarf nicely..." He produced one more body off of the floor next to the throne and draped its limp form around his neck and shoulders. His "scarf" was wearing cowboy boots and a curious orange and green dress with apple designs on the skirt... and a brown stetson.

Big Macintosh's eyes eyes filled with a rage that I didn't imagine attainable by a normal man, and his knuckles cracked once again as a vein appeared going up his left arm. He clenched his teeth so hard that the wheat stem in his mouth was severed and fell to the floor.

Vesania nuzzled Applejack's body tauntingly, "She put up quite a fight-I actually thought she might have lasted a few more minutes. Oh, you should have seen how much she called for help, Big Mac. She was on the verge of tears when I finally g-"

A long, slender, pipe-like object was flung at his face, piercing through his cheek and planting itself firmly in the wall behind him, pinning him to it, and silencing his hateful words. I looked, shocked, to see Big Macintosh striking a pose that suggested that he threw the much-wanted spear into Vesania's face. He had actually broken the hand off of the statue next to him to use the weapon. He continued to amaze me.

A single, lone tear slid down the side of his face as he breathed heavily. "Don't you dare talk about her like that..." he said in a frighteningly stern voice.

Vesania was silent for a few seconds, stunned by what had just happened. He looked at the spear protuding from his face, before apathetically grabbing onto the end and pulling it out. We were mortified at the act, though none of us expected it to really be effective. He exhaled through his nose-holes loudly. "It's rude to interrupt someone when they're talking." He tossed the stone weapon to the ground with a "clunk."

He got up from his broken seat, setting Applejack on the ground with an unexpected softness, but carelessly slid the ottoman-pile across the floor with his foot. He now towered over us higher than before, and his lower abdomen was bulging, further expressing his morbid gluttony.

He held his hands behind his back and bent over us, and spoke with a condescending tone in his disturbing multi-voice. "And just, what exactly did you plan to do after you made it here? Were you kindly going to ask me to leave?" He looked directly at Fluttershy, making her quiver as he licked his lips, "Or were you going to attempt to giggle at me until I fade away?" He now looked at Pinkie Pie. "Maybe you were going to use brute force to get me out," Rainbow Dash, "Use your magic abilities to blast me," Twilight, "Or... bedazzle me out? Hahaha!" He cackled at Rarity.

He then moved over to the remaining three: me, Luna, and Big Macintosh. "And then there's you three. The lonely princess, the depressed Necromancer, and the redneck muscle. Honestly, though, what did you hope to accomplish by coming here?"

We were all silent, not wanting to dignify that with a response. All, except Rarity.

"We will not be intimidated by the filthy likes of you! What do you hope to accomplish by... by..." She quieted down as he got uncomfortably close to her.

He leaned in closer still, and whispered to her, "Absolutely nothing..."

"W-What?" she said.

"I have absolutely no goals or hopes for this place. I merely wish to gorge myself until I suck this world dry. And after that, I'll just move on to another one."

This time Luna spoke up. "Y-You'll just... move on?"

"Yep! That's the kind of guy I am: I just do things. I don't plan very far ahead for anything."

Rainbow Dash flew out of line and hovered near him, though kept her distance. "You mean that... all of this is just, a meal for you?! None of these lives mean anything to you?!"

He turned to her and pointed a finger. "Bingo!"

Rainbow Dash now had her turn to be furious with him, and took it. She looked at him, wide-eyed, then, without warning, she darted forward and landed a hard blow to his head, then followed up with several punches and kicks in rapid succession, causing him to lose his balance and fall on his side. I called for her to stop and to fly away from him, but she didn't listen. When he fell, she hovered for a few more seconds, breathing loudly through her nose and gritting her teeth.

Fluttershy went up to calm her friend and bring her back down to the ground. Vesania was regaining his balance as we all backed away. He wiped some unearthly drool from the corner of his mouth and looked at us. He cackled grimly. His cackle erupted into an insane laughter that reverberated in the room. When he settled down, he turned to us once again.

"Eh-heh-heh-heh... Now I'm angry... I'll give you a running start, though..."