"Worse than just violent. If they could break my mind, make me a dog, imagine what they could do to a softer pony."
"Are they still active since Discord's return? If they're as corrupt as that, they need to be dealt with."
"Some are. Once Maya freed me..." Azrael growled. "...I began to deal with them personally. Anypony dumb enough to continue following his old ways will be dragged into Tartarus. They will never Rest in Peace. I will watch them burn in hell." He spoke the last few words with a deep rasp in his voice, a sign of very real hatred, and lust for their destruction.
Nightshade shook her head, laughing. "Actually, I was just thinking of how much he reminds me of my father."
Nightshade winced. "Can we, like, NEVER use that phrase in reference to my dad again? I think I need some brain bleach now..."
*"No! If she agrees, it will wipe the disgusting thought from her head. Otherwise its water with lemon juice added."*
Nightshade swore. "Bloody hell, how was I supposed to know that? Mixing abstraction magicks is dangerous. I thought it was bleach, so it became bleach!"
"The hell?!" Raven stood up. "Uhh... Maybe there's a poison potion Maya left sitting." "Under the bar, in the tan saddlebags," said Azrael. "Though you may be able to simply will it to become lemonade."
Nightshade laughed. "It doesn't work that way. And I'm fine. The amount I drank wasn't even enough to cause a stomachache."
"He gave me a magic potion meant to calm the mind. My abilities reacted with his magic to turn it into common household bleach." Nightshade shrugged. "Accidents happen."