Not Rainbow Dash. Unfamiliar concepts seep into her very soul, terror chilling her spine as she whips around. Books drop in place, the magic instead being focused within her brightly glowing horn. " Excuse me? What -- /Who/ are you? "
⠀ The aura of sin crawls upon her spine, the ever quiet rattling of chains under a blackened cloak. ❝ Bliss will be drowned in spite, light will be blinded in black, and friendship will burn in madness. ❞ It spoke, its voice heavy and deep, permeating off walls as if the walls were speaking. ⠀