Soft chanting could be heard as a cult of ponies began the ritual. They worked hard, blending the dark magic and mane hair from Prince Noctis into a concoction, stirring it in a large cauldron before tossing in a kidnapped pony, a stallion, so he could return with a strong form. As the cult chanted, shadows seeped from the cauldron, and from it, he rose. His eyes, dark magenta, glared through the shadows. He smirked, looking at the hooded ponies before him. He was back? Oh, it truly felt good to be back. With barely a twitch of his tail, he blasted the surroundings, and all the cult members. He didn't need them anymore, not that he knew he would be resurrected by a cult. He flexed his jagged wings, looking to the sky. He had to catch up after all. He spread his jagged wings and took off, soaring through the crisp night air. It only took a few minutes before he landed in Ponyville, smirking devilishly....