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All Hail The Prince of Darkness

Who: OPEN TO ALL! That means you!
What: Before the biggest night of the year, the biggest day of the year must happen!
Where: Canterlot Castle
When: May 16th - Saturday, before the Gala!
Warnings: None, at the moment! But it might be edited as the week goes on
Prose or Commentspam: Either!

Celestia knew that she needed to time this well. After thinking about it, she decided on the best day to do it. She reached out to Zetta, who was also all right with it, and began preparations.

By the morning of the Gala, everything was ready, just as she'd hoped. Even the most important implement was sufficiently fireproofed. Really, if nothing else went right, at least the crown would be preserved.

And so, a surprise - and urgent - invite was suddenly under everypony's pillow that evening. Just come to the castle three hours before the ball, preferably in Gala clothing or at least proper dress clothing. This was an important occasion - and since the Gala would pretty much be right after, it was more convenient.

The Great Hall and throne room was bright and cheerful, save for one glass pane that was suspiciously covered up, when the ponies arrived. There was no trace of the Gala in the Great Hall, and alongside the dress code, the red carpet in the throne room, the covered window, and the suspicious black banners with a unicorn head seemingly on fire hanging - between Twilight and Celestia's own royal banners - would no doubt help those who came to realize what was happening.

This wasn't a mere summons to the palace for a pre-Gala party.

This was something a little more important.

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This was also a little bit ridiculous. But pomp and circumstance had their place, he supposed. If it helped smooth the transition and make things official, it was a win, he guessed.

Not in a hurry to spill the incredible outfits Dame Rarity had made for them, Zetta made his appearance in traditional Overlord style with a classy twist: a suit on beneath his cape, looking surprisingly attractive if you could get past his personality.

Ridiculous perhaps, but a ceremony was expected, was it not? Everyone in Equestria probably didn't know of the new regent so this would be their introduction. Seeing Zetta, she does manage a grin. For their meeting the first time and trying to be the villain, she figured otherwise.

"Oh hey, it's the snowpony." Zetta grinned back, remembering her appearance in less-than-ideal circumstances.

"Yes, it's the snowpony, 'Evil' Cosmic Overlord." She would cross her arms, but hooves. "Though, I suppose it's Prince Zetta from now on here."

"No, no, stick with the 'Overlord' title. Aside from the Princes of this world being a rancid sack of crap, it's actually the title I claimed when I also claimed this world in the absence of..." He coughed into a hoof, the better to hide the awkward qualifier. "...most of the legitimate rulers of Equestria."

"Ah..." She hadn't personally met any of the Princes and only seen the few today. They hadn't appeared too impressive that was true. "Hm, alright. Overlord Zetta it is."

"B-besides, rules of titles state that a superior title that isn't directly relevant still trumps a local but inferior title! And no offense to Equestria, but 'Overlord' is pretty much as high as they come!" Zetta would happily take any excuse not to be called 'Prince' or, worse, 'Princess' -- to the point that he failed to register that agreement to use his title.

He was still rattling on about the use of titles that Naomi wondered if it registered that she would call him 'Overlord'. Maybe just 'Overload' would be better considering he was fired up... or just freaking out now. "What if I just call you Zetta and we forget the titles?"

"Oh, well, if we're getting all familiar..." Zetta leaned her direction with a waggle of his eyebrows that even he couldn't take seriously.

"Nothing familiar about it. Since titles seem to complicate things here, why attempt to use them? Unless you want to keep going on about why I should use Overlord..." She looked back at him, eyebrow raised.

Zetta blinked.

"...Huh. I'm not sure if that went over your head or you just had a perfectly blank response. Good work."

"It's practice... unless you do want other ponies to talk about more scandals." She was being nice just observing the scrolls half the time. "Or do we want some ponies hearing about such rumors? You're of much higher profile now, Overlord. There are certain considerations that need to be made."

"The way I see it, there are two types of ponies -- the ones who won't really care about 'scandal', and the ones who'll exploit anything they can for sensationalism. The first are cool, the second you can't win with. Why change myself to please any of them when being myself is what got me here in the first place?"

Zetta was undeniably an idiot, but this wasn't his first time around the block. 'Overlord' was a title he'd held long before coming here.

"We already know who will make a sensation over the ascension, but I suppose it's fine if this doesn't bother you. However, unlike you, I prefer avoiding tabloids..."

She had reasons. All of them which didn't end well.

Unlike Zetta, Alastor was quite happy to show off her out for the Gala, though she had left off the mask and jewelry. Instead, she was carrying a long box of carved ebony inlaid with gold. It radiated a powerful magic, but not of the hostile sort. If anything, it felt protective, encouraging.

It was something she had planned to present at the Gala, but now seemed a much better time. Without any hesitation, she walked up to the newest alicorn and gave a slight bow-not the deep bow of fealty, but a shallow bow of respect and courtesy.

"I said it before, but congratulations. I always knew you had it in you to be the kind of person worth a throne."

"I had a throne before this!" Some things never changed, including knee-jerk protests. This one was, at least, technically true. "And I earned that one too!"

"An underworld throne isn't quite the same, mortals expect...different things of rulers. I'm sure you always had the power to be recognized by demons, but I hope you understand what it is people like this look for in a leader."

Her tail swished behind her as her ears twitched forward. She was hoping he would be willing to admit what it was that had made people willing to accept him.

"Equestria... will take a lighter touch than I'm used to." Or maybe he was perfectly used to it, the way he'd been holed up on the sidelines only occasionally stepping in for the past two years. Still, he didn't want to seem like he was looking forward to ruling magical pony land, either. Can't be too eager.

She nodded and crouched down to set her box on the floor, lid up.

"But I think we've seen that even in a place like this, a ruler has to be ready to fight. So I went ahead and made a little something symbolic of that, that'll actually be able to keep up with a demonic wielder."

She pulled the lid off the box to show, sitting on a lining of purple velvet, a large and dramatically styled sword.

"It's made of the hardest metals I could get my hands on, and it's weighted for a demon lord's strength. I've also added a little enchantment in the spirit of Equestria's values; as long as you're holding it ready, you'll be able to feel the support of everypony fighting with you. Never underestimate the power of motivation."

"Hyaaa ha ha ha! The enchantment only tells me what I already know." Zetta magically lifted the sword with melodramatic flair, hefting it into the air by his head with a wicked grin.

"Good balance, definitely a nice weight," he said as he turned it. "A fitting gift for an Overlord, and received as such!"

Demonically-speaking, that was a surprisingly sincere thank-you.

She gave a wide smile, though it was mixed with a hint of a smug smirk. She couldn't help it, she loved to see her skills appreciated.

"They don't call me the Blademaster for nothing. I hope you like the design, I figured a high profile figure could use a weapon that's as good for show as it is for combat. Not that I ever forge a blade that doesn't have some sort of dramatic appeal."

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!!!!!"

And here's Prince Warshtafter, beak gaping open at nearly a full 180 degrees, giving the traditional Potoonian celebratory Wark.

The silence that followed thrummed through the air like a palpable thing.

"...Was that language? Because if it was, I need a translator."

Prince Warferstan stares at Zetta.

And stares.

With those giant eyes and that weird, enormous mouth.

Which he then opens again.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!"

"...I didn't ask for this."

He's just generous like that.

The tuxedo in which Andrew turns up is likely a rental, but at least he has the sense not to put on his mask for this bit. An urgent invitation under his pillow of all places smacked of something potentially sinister, but as he enters all he sees is the Great Hall decorated with --

"Ah." Yes, the meaning is clear now. He wonders if this ceremony or whatever they mean to do is being linked to the Gala for convenience, or out of tradition...or possibly to make a point re: offworlders. He seeks the eye of the man of the hour, but doesn't do more than wink at him if he gets it.

Easy enough, and that wink got a cheerful wave from the Overlord in return. Zetta was feeling pretty damn good at the moment, up here on stage and the center of attention.

Of course, Dame Rarity wasn't far behind a certain overlord. After all, she was his date to the Gala and this was just as important as that. She would take to the sidelines a little, letting all of the attention flow to Zetta.

Though it was hardly an easy feat considering her own marvelous outfit. She made her dress to match the colors and some of the contours of his suit along with a light collar of feathers to go with the the theme of her Gala Mask that she would dawn later. Her point was to let everyone know they were without a doubt a couple and perhaps one of the more important ones of the evening. Rarity even styled her hair with a more.. elegant and wavy look than she normally did with various gems woven in. If anyone knew anything about her, they could guess what those gems really were. Dame Rarity never went anywhere with out Vorpal.

Her time in the spotlight would come later, for now.. it was all Zetta.

Zetta grinned down at her, one wing stretching out to lay lightly across her back. He might appreciate the lovely ladies of Equestria, but let there be no doubt which one of them was undeniably and unquestionably his.

"Ever think you'd be attending one of these as the date of the one getting crowned?"

She leaned into him slightly as they got a small break from the crowd and smiled. "Never in my wildest dreams. Though, if you would have asked me over two years ago if I would ever date an Alicorn, I would have said no and laughed."

A very simple truth. Of course, knowing and.. falling for Zetta before his ascension definitely helped. Rarity turned her head slightly to get a little better look at his suit just to make sure it was perfect, as always. She really out did herself this time around.

Of course it was perfect. She'd made it, hadn't she? Might as well ask if the sky was blue. That didn't stop him from leaning his head back and smiling, the better to look his best for her.

"I wonder if you get an official title out of this. Something like Consort or... do you end up an honorary Princess or something? You deserve it more than the current quote-unquote Prince, that's for sure."

And what a commanding look he has wearing what she created. Though the mentioning of titles got an amused look out of her. "Perhaps, it's something you could ask the other Princesses about. I would think that if we were married, I would get whatever title compliments yours. However, you are forgetting that I already have a title and one I am rather proud to carry."

And it would take her a lot of convincing to a certain Knight-Commander to give up that title, or perhaps... take on a new one if it were presented. She was proud of the fact that she earned the one she had, even if it was in a different Equestria and not honored here as much as she wished it to be.

"But, Consort may have an interesting ring to it."

"You can have two titles. Hell, in the Netherworld, if you have a lot of titles and want to switch between them, you just do it." No conflict at all in Zetta's mind. On a whim, he swept up her hoof to press a kiss to it with a grin. "Besides, beauty is a title all its own, isn't it?"

"Perhaps, but I'd rather like to earn whatever titles are bestowed upon me." She smiled a little. Though, one might argue she had every right to whatever title might come her way because of him. "Flattery get's you everywhere Darling."

"...And perhaps we shall ask Luna or Celestia about titles later, after the Gala."

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