Hooking her hooves over the edge, the unicorn lowered herself to her belly, and peered down into the cathedral's innards. The pews lay stacked against the walls and windows, the sun and moon symbolism along it's inner walls defaced with the now-telltale sign of the impact of those green, hurled blobs. What happened within, however, was far more interesting: The room was illuminated by the glow of several of the pustulent ponies. Their bodies were misshapen by glowing growths that looked painful, yet their expressions were a discordant mix of exultant and blissful. One lay spread out across the altar like a strange, willing sacrifice, while another stood over him, forehooves on the altar's edge.