hell is other ponies | Glowfic Constellation

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In a place that isn’t quite a place, on a surface that somehow has no qualities whatsoever, lies a pony. She isn’t quite sure how long she’s been here, or how long ago she came into existence. She remembers a dozen different lifetimes as Queen of Cheliax, but none of them can have been hers; she would never have hurt so many people, so cruelly and so callously. She reads, if anyone is looking, Chaotic Good.

She weeps, for a long time, for the victims of that evil queen, and for a trillion more souls in Hell. Here in this emptiness, there is nothing by which to tell how long exactly. Eventually she pieces together what must have happened to her: the protean lord in the pony dimension—Discord, that was his name—must have done to her what some Outer God long ago did to Zon-Kuthon. (Was that Discord himself? She won’t rule it out.)

Abrogail presents a rather more complicated case to the Elements of Harmony than most people.

Harmonizing an Equestrian villain is usually a matter of removing the influence of dark magic, as with Nightmare Moon, or turning them to stone until the stars align for their redemption, as with Discord. Against a truly irredeemable being they would—well, you'll see. But Abrogail is none of these things. She is, right now, Good—but only under the influence of drastic nonconsensual mind alteration, which is definitely not harmonious. Neither is making someone Evil.

In the end, however, the reality is that while Discord flipped her alignment, the things he showed her were the truth, and the Elements won't make her forget them. Her alignment aura changes back to Lawful Evil. Her desire to do something about Hell doesn't change. Even if she were perfectly selfish—which she isn't, when she thinks about it—she's one of the people going there.