What had she been thinking?

She, Cosmos, had no need to breed. There would be no heir to take her throne. She was god empress, eternal and unending. No one would replace her. There would be no next generation. There would be only Cosmos.

Only mortal creatures had the need to create a new generation. It was only in mortal nature to breed their successors. And she had seen in the memories of mortals just what trouble a little barf spewing shittbag could be. And though Cosmos loved the idea of others being subjected to such torment. She would never herself endure it. The very thought of children repulsed her.

Had she been so caught up in the memories of her previous lives? Has the beings of the ponies she had been affected her so that the had begun to think like them?

Well no more! That was a mental pit she would not fall into again. She would purge all these thoughts and feelings from her system. She would corrupt and destroy them, beyond all recognition.

And as she corrupted the very memory of the past, she felt like herself again. More like herself then ever before. As all the good was purged from the pieces of the past, she was rejuvinated as a being of more evil then she had ever been before.

Why even pretend to be a good goddess? Why mask the increasingly bile corruptions she wrought upon this world as anything other then perverse carnage of chaos that it was? For the For the fun of it, of course. But that has gotten old now. Now she wasn’t a good goddess anymore. Now she was a goddess of purest evil.

And what could be more evil then the purging of her own creations. What could be more deliciously evil then a mother purging her own kin? The being she had brought into this world would serve only as a entertaining distraction before she discarded them like so much trash. And their screams were like music to Cosmos wicked ways.

Besides – Discord had never likes children anyway, and he was clearly glad to see them go.