Tartarus was conceived as eternal silence, but even the deepest abyss has cracks. For centuries, I rotted in shackles that absorbed my essence while the chimera guardians reveled in their power. Those nasty ponies made the mistake of thinking my immobility was humility.

I collected every bit of magic that seeped through the bars, every drop of their complacency, until I turned my hatred into a battering ram. That night, when I broke the chains and burned out the lungs of the jailers with their own fear, the very sky shook from my scream.

I walked through the ashes and ruins of the gate to claim what is rightfully mine. And here I am, in a world that these ponies call Equestria.

I need to prove to these creatures that I am not just a rebellious centaur like Lord Tirek, but the very death of all this harmony and magic of friendship.

• "Ugh, how annoying these ponies are. The world doesn't need your friendship, which you promote through your tenderness. They divide their power into thousands of small fragments, calling it a "bond", just not to realize their insignificance alone. The fools. True power does not tolerate division — it requires concentration in one hand. In my hands. The Everfree forest... Even this place tries to seem wild, but it's just a reflection of their fear of uncontrollable chaos." * Lady Tirek spat, forcing her way through the thickets of the Everfree Forest