"—I didn't even know there were other planes, though it makes sense," Twilight is still saying. "Did you know about them? Do you know why Abrogail ended up here?"

"Yes, Twilight," says the Princess. "She is from another plane, and she was a queen. But she wasn't a very good queen; she was very mean to her people, and she's been sent here to learn about friendship. You shouldn't treat her any differently than any other pony. I promise she won't hurt you or your friends. Perhaps you can all learn something from each other."

(Oh, right, Time Stop. She wasn't aware you could pull other people into one, but it seems like the sort of thing a god ought to be able to do.)

The infantilizing description of her is infuriating. She's really quite tempted to test what, exactly, is preventing her from hurting anyone. Celestia didn't say 'you will die' or 'you will be punished' or 'we will give up on your redemption and send you to Hell'. She just said 'you will fail'. Are they all just immune to violence the way the pink one seemed to be?

Unfortunately, she's heard enough of Aspexia going on about the way gods see the world to grasp that when a god makes a threat like that, you obey, even if the mechanism of enforcement isn't clear. It might be enforced by your entire universe retroactively not existing.

...Aspexia, faced with this particular situation, would disobey anyway, so that this timeline retroactively wouldn't exist. Does Abrogail want that also?

Well, bad as her current situation is, it's probably better than going to Hell after having lost Cheliax to the Iomedaens.

"Why didn't you tell us there were other planes?" asks Twilight.

"That's a much more advanced part of your studies than you've reached yet. Most places outside Equestria aren't safe for little ponies. Now, I do have some other ponies who have been waiting to see me, but I'm excited to finally meet your friends!"

She's back at the library, for lack of anywhere better to stay. She's actually beginning to like Twilight, and not even in a want-to-torture way. Well—slightly in a torture way, but one where she'd be genuinely disappointed if Twilight got permanently damaged.

She does, nonetheless, require some correction. Twilight Sparkle, for all her bookishness, has somehow never read a proper romance novel. A quick examination of the library reveals that this may not be her fault—Equestria doesn't seem to have any. None that she would permit to be published in Cheliax, anyway.

It's a shame whatever transported her here didn't let her bring a Bag of Holding.

"There was one I read recently," Abrogail finds herself saying, "about a beautiful and all-powerful queen and a brilliant young wizard apprentice oblivious to her own talent..."

Yes, that's exactly why she chose this particular novel to summarize.

"It's not like that!" protests Twilight. "With Celestia and me—we're not—"

"Obviously not," says Abrogail. "Good queens aren't allowed to have any fun."

Twilight is mostly confused by this. Any flirting that may have been intended goes so far over her head it's out of her telekinesis range.

"I don't see how the Princess being, uh, bad, would result in anyone having more fun."

"I do!"

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

"Would someone," she says after a moment, "please explain what the Abyss is up with her?"

"You really shouldn't ask," says Twilight. "Believe me, I've tried."

"What do you mean, what's 'up' with me? My head is up, silly! Unless I'm upside down." She leaps up so that she's somehow hanging from the ceiling. With hooves.

Twilight is probably right but she's going to ask anyway. "I mean, how do you manage to instantly teleport in whenever anyone says the word 'fun'? And that sort of thing."

"I didn't teleport! I've been here the whole time, silly!"

Twilight was right about not questioning it. She continues with her retelling, eventually reaching the part where the queen takes her lover, now more feared than the queen herself and on track to become a Power of Hell while still mortal, to a grand gala in disguise as a common courtesan.

"And this is the part where I yelled 'SURPRISE!!' and killed the spy who was about to ruin the whole party!" says Pinkie Pie, who is still on the ceiling.

"I know I just told her not to question you, but, uh, what?"

"That is not in fact what happens," offers Abrogail.

"Yes it is! Weren't you there?" she says, dropping off the ceiling and rotating implausibly in midair to land on her hooves next to Twilight.

"...so, context, the queen in this book was almost certainly written to flatter me. But it is, as far as I know, entirely fiction. Though this did not stop me from sending out agents to scour Cheliax for anyone, of any gender or species, at all similar to the other protagonist. They had not yet found anyone satisfactory when they were interrupted by the war."

(Nearly all authors who attempt to write Abrogail into their work to flatter her are tortured to death. Not even for insufficient flattery, just for frankly awful characterization. This particular author was uncannily spot-on. She was eventually executed for heresy—but not by Abrogail.)