Dusty nodded. "Maya is in the bathroom changing Moondust. We all heard about what Maya asked of you..." Azrael approached Nightshade from the corner of the dojo, floating her the file on the griffon, Asmo following close by his side. They both looked pretty pissed. "I am coming with you two," Az said seriously. "After the necromancer is dealt with. I want no money. Only to make this bastard bleed." "Little b***h is gonna donate his skin," Asmo said angrily. "Make Momma Maya in there a new saddlebag. THEN, we might let him die. Three pissed off horses, one bird! Ya feel me?" Az shook his head. "Whether she 'feels' you or not, Asmodeus, this is not up for debate, as far as I see. I am tagging along on this one." "So you have fun with that," Dusty said quietly. "I regret not being able to come with myself. But we have a newborn now." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The near future... Party was pretty chill, blah blah, let's get to the important parts. Raven went on to continue her music career after the battle. After a short tour, visiting every major city within Equestrian borders and doing a few meed and greets for the Raven Rocks charity, she hit the studio with her band of nameless ponies, working on converting her old EPs into a proper album. She stayed with Nightshade, and spends much of her time with her at the dojo, training. It turned out to be a great way to blow off steam, and lessen her odds of having to do dangerous things for fun. The necromancer put up one hell of a fight, seriously injuring the Sister who accompanied Az. However, in the end, Azrael emerged victorious over the pony who revived him. The Sister made a full recovery, and with a little help from two experienced healers, was back to doing her job by the end of the week. Then came the griffon. He had a few mercenaries protecting him, but they wouldn't have been a match for just one of this destructive trio, let alone all three. The mercs were hospitalized for their injuries. The griffon, Buck Beak, as it turned out his name was, learned just how wrong his actions were... and Maya wound up getting that new saddlebag after all. Along the way, Asmo and Azrael had many opportunities to bond. They went from putting up with each other to being very close friends. Asmo, in a baffling turn of events, wound up in the Night Guard. He already had little use for vision, and could handle himself nicely, so it seemed perfect. He had Saber's old property written over into his name after a few months. Azrael, after helping with the reconstruction of the bar, turned his eye back to the professional fighting scene. As a requirement, he is required to wear a magic inhibitor around his horn at all times during a match. He remains undefeated, and even personally offers an extra ten thousand Bits to anypony who can last longer than three minutes in the ring with him. In his off time, he likes to go visit Asmodeus, the two usually clearing out the liquor cabinet together. Maya and Dusty left behind their old, wacky, chaos dimension home. After a thousand years, it was beginning to become boring anyway. Currently, they are building a proper house near the bar property, with enough room for everything from Maya's alchemy lab to Dusty's book collection. They plan on home-schooling Moondust when he is of age.
As the time passed on, Blackened continued his career as a guitar technician in Ponyville. He then went on to become one of Equestria's highly-regarded technicians, as demands for his service went up exponentially. When news of his service became passed after a well-known metal band came to him before performing a show, he eventually moved to Canterlot after a well-known guitar business offered him a place as head technician. All the while, he even continued to perform his original acoustic songs at an occasional open-mic night at local bars and cafes. Much like his new-found success as a technician, an open-mic night eventually evolved into a full-fledged advertised performance across Canterlot's concert venues, most notably at the Cerulean House. Needless to say, life was looking out to be well for him.
*A few days later* Silver carefully removed his armor and weapons and grabbed the satchel containing the God-Killer blades. "Open the airlock." The star loomed massive below him, close enough that the heat was stressing the shields of the Council ship. He had thought this over many times on the way here. There were millions of beings who would do anything for the power contained in the blades. It would take ten minutes from the time he tossed them out of the airlock until they were finished burning in the star. Ten minutes. It might as well have been an eternity. "Tell my family I will be home when I can." With those parting words, Silver dove from the airlock. He would protect the blades. And he would burn with them.
*The Council stood within the ship they had thrown together for the mission, so as to facilitate Silver's journey to the star, shocked that Silver would throw himself out of the airlock. They stood for a few more minutes, and nodded once, throwing a massive orb of energy around the star, to contain anything that has a chance to leave and to push in on the star to force it to collapse. After twelve minutes had passed, the star started collapsing as the orb started pushing in on it, and the Council had the ship move far enough away, close enough that the Council could continue to help with the destruction but far enough that it wouldn't damage anything that was on the "needed" ship, and continued to force the orb closer, pushing the star at increasingly higher velocities, towards the core, where the remnants, if any remained, of the swords were to be found. After a certain point, the Council released the star to its own devices and allowed it to detonate into a spectacular supernova.*
