Deep within the bowls of the endless bit of Tarturus, an ancient evil is finally awakening. This evil has not been seen since the dawn of time, when darkness ruled all. This evil was caste down by the very gods themselves. Banished for all eternity from ever returning. But, over time, spells weaken while the slumber gain power.
Now, after millions of years, the ancient evil is rising again.
From within the pit, two blood soaked eyes that glow brighter than lava pierce the endless abyss. Slowly they move towards nothing, till a dim light is seen. Closer and closer it gets.
Finally, a pitch black form emerges from the sea of nothingness. Its body shifts and contorts till its final shape takes place. The form it takes is the one that dominates the planet, a pony. Nothing too flashy for it must conceal what it is till the time is right. The once all powerful evil must hide its power for the gods might catch it before the plan gets put into action.
The pony form has pitch black fur, with a steel colored short mane and tail. It eyes were the color of blood that seemed to swirl around emptiness.
The hidden monstrosity takes in a deep breath, and breaths out a small fire into the crisp air, "Finally," it said. The voice low and powerful that seemed to echo with the sounds of millions of souls trapped within, "My time has finally come to take back what is rightfully mine."