Avenger Angel
Warrior of Heaven
Jax the Lopunny
Center Lake City, Victakan
Stepping into Center Lake City, it was easy to tell something was going wrong. The city itself was strangely quiet, like a dying creature being deathly quiet as the carrion eaters circled overhead. The Abyss was at work, defiling the city the same way they were blighting the land. Quite a few normal Pokémon were still around, refusing to leave their homes. And the Abyss was okay with that. After all, they felt like we were all just going to join them in time anyway.
Meanwhile, we were dealing with at least two Fallen, Mel's and Diego's. Mel didn't want his Fallen killed, for idiotic reasons in my personal opinion, and Diego was convinced his Fallen, enigmatically named DX, shouldn't be killed either. I didn't care about either of their warnings, however. Mel could go stuff himself in a log for all I cared about his Fallen. Besides, those were only two Fallen. There could be more, or whatever.
"We're being watched," I informed the others as we nonchalantly passed through the vacant city streets. "You can't see them, but they're there."
"...Damn it, how did I get caught up in all this!?" Syrat protested. "Screw you, Jax! I'm not getting killed over some-"
"Shut up and keep your voice down," I scolded him, knowing I didn't want to attract attention. "Quit being such a victim and try not to panic. They like that kind of thing."
He took a deep breath and tried to relax, but he was still anxious. I figured he wouldn't be very useful in this situation. I had to watch my own hide around here.
It was then that I had been contacted by another Seer. Zix. One who I hadn't met before, but that didn't matter much.
This is Zix Dragontamer, a fellow Seer. Recently, I had visited the city of Minacen which now belongs to the Abyss. Everyone, however, was evacuated in time before any bloodshed came to be as the city was unprepared to fend them off due to a traitor within the Peacekeepers. However, on top with the evacuation, the traitor was dealt with and information regarding the whereabouts of the Parchments of Fate have been revealed. It turns out that they were held in Minacen's museum long before the crisis started but nobody knew that was what they were. Now the armies of the Abyss hold them in their possession, and the only way to reclaim them is through besieging Minacen in the future. Right now, the citizens and myself are fleeing to Scarwell to regroup, recruit and train. Once the blood is collected, head there to discuss on how to reconquer Minacen. See you soon.
Another city annihilated. Well, I figured this shouldn't come as a surprise. At least this Zix was going after the Parchment, something that at least wouldn't be moving around or need to be killed like the Brothers. In the meantime, the Pokémon had already been realizing the Abyss couldn't lose under the current situation. Talandra was a lost cause if nothing about the situation changed.
"Good luck to him..." I muttered under my breath, keeping it to myself. "That's all we've been riding on for a while now."
We drew closer to Undax. I was detecting dark anomalies everywhere. Center Lake was being haunted, probably the preliminary step to being devoured by the Abyss. And the thing was, we couldn't save it either. All we could really do was killed Undax and get out before we ran into any of the Fallen, or whatever else the Abyss had lined up as tonight's entertainment.
"Your Fallen is persistent, Mel," I told Mel, feeling the dark and unusual presence of his Fallen. "He hasn't left Undax's side for a very long time."
And there was no way I was holding up here in this cesspool to wait for them to separate. From what I could sense, Undax and Mel's Fallen were close, even conversing. The conversation, however, was meaningless. Worries about threats, and then turning back to read... children's fables, of all things. As I already knew, Mel couldn't fight his own Fallen. Diego's Fallen, DX, was likely nearby, just waiting to stalk Undax and prepare the setup. DX, as I already knew, was using us. He would strike when the time was right, but it was not that moment yet. He would be a "help" all the way up until we were no longer useful. Right when he knew he could spin the tables in his favor and it would be of no loss to him. An opportunist parasite.
The ideal situation would be for Diego's Fallen and Mel's Fallen to just kill each other. I had to find a way to make DX want to kill Mel's Fallen. Either accident, or create grounds for a motive. When we arrived at the building they were located, I could sense the darkness. Undax, however, was a bit more clever. There were several Cohorts around, and I knew they might be trouble. This was definitely not going to be as simple as Xac's assassination was.
"We're going to need to lead this time..." I told Syrat, knowing Mel and Diego couldn't face their own Fallen.
I then turned to Mel. I figured I would make something very clear.
"Say what you want, Mel, but if your Fallen even so much gets within ten feet of me, I will end him," I told Mel, knowing that there wasn't a single thing Mel was capable of that I couldn't evade. "Taking down Undax as an assassination isn't possible after discerning the situation. He's surrounded by a few Cohorts, several Scourge, and most of all, your Fallen."
Meanwhile, DX was dashing about the city. He was faster than the others, but still with a vile cunning. It begged the question, how much could DX fight Undax and Mel's Fallen? Would there even be a fight, or was DX just there to use them too? And was DX going for an assassination approach, or did he have something else in mind? From what I could tell, DX had the chance to strike Undax here and now, but he was not making the approach yet.
He wanted to keep his intentions secret. We may have known about his betrayal of the Abyss, but they didn't. They still thought DX was on their side. That was why he was stalling. He was doing it for us. He wanted to buy time and an opportunity. He needed the instructions. The keys to bending the Abyss to his will and trying to get them to see it differently.
"I want to at least cripple Undax," I told the others, trying to formulate a plan. "Paralyze him. That means you, Syrat. Thunder Wave is a must in this situation."
And then there was me. Mel's Fallen was going to need a special type of poison. They called it Umbresol, a soul-wounding or straining poison. Sure, Mel didn't want us killing his Fallen, but he said nothing about crippling it. I pulled out one of my throwing knives, and administered the Umbresol, coating the blade with sickly, black poison.
Your laughs are just scribbles, Undax. A child's enigma. Double-twisted, hung, and prepared for severance. You don't need them. You don't need them. You've got the soul of a liar, Undax. You tell lies because the truth is boring to you.
The voice sounded familiar and foreign at the same time, like the voice of a friend or family member. But it was hollow, a telepathic voice that was not like the others, but still remained. It was a strange, relinquished voice. Twisted... and senseless.
"We need those Cohorts removed," I told the other two, pointing out to three known Cohorts of chaos. "Give me your weapon, and I'll smother Umbresol on them. I don't have much, as this formula is extremely difficult to fine, let along prepare the ingredients for...
I was not just another extra piece in the game. I was a taskmaster. Someone who caught the puppet master's strings midway down and governed a bit of the changing outcomes.
I did not fear the Fallen. Especially not those of other people...
Center Lake City, Victakan
Stepping into Center Lake City, it was easy to tell something was going wrong. The city itself was strangely quiet, like a dying creature being deathly quiet as the carrion eaters circled overhead. The Abyss was at work, defiling the city the same way they were blighting the land. Quite a few normal Pokémon were still around, refusing to leave their homes. And the Abyss was okay with that. After all, they felt like we were all just going to join them in time anyway.
Meanwhile, we were dealing with at least two Fallen, Mel's and Diego's. Mel didn't want his Fallen killed, for idiotic reasons in my personal opinion, and Diego was convinced his Fallen, enigmatically named DX, shouldn't be killed either. I didn't care about either of their warnings, however. Mel could go stuff himself in a log for all I cared about his Fallen. Besides, those were only two Fallen. There could be more, or whatever.
"We're being watched," I informed the others as we nonchalantly passed through the vacant city streets. "You can't see them, but they're there."
"...Damn it, how did I get caught up in all this!?" Syrat protested. "Screw you, Jax! I'm not getting killed over some-"
"Shut up and keep your voice down," I scolded him, knowing I didn't want to attract attention. "Quit being such a victim and try not to panic. They like that kind of thing."
He took a deep breath and tried to relax, but he was still anxious. I figured he wouldn't be very useful in this situation. I had to watch my own hide around here.
It was then that I had been contacted by another Seer. Zix. One who I hadn't met before, but that didn't matter much.
This is Zix Dragontamer, a fellow Seer. Recently, I had visited the city of Minacen which now belongs to the Abyss. Everyone, however, was evacuated in time before any bloodshed came to be as the city was unprepared to fend them off due to a traitor within the Peacekeepers. However, on top with the evacuation, the traitor was dealt with and information regarding the whereabouts of the Parchments of Fate have been revealed. It turns out that they were held in Minacen's museum long before the crisis started but nobody knew that was what they were. Now the armies of the Abyss hold them in their possession, and the only way to reclaim them is through besieging Minacen in the future. Right now, the citizens and myself are fleeing to Scarwell to regroup, recruit and train. Once the blood is collected, head there to discuss on how to reconquer Minacen. See you soon.
Another city annihilated. Well, I figured this shouldn't come as a surprise. At least this Zix was going after the Parchment, something that at least wouldn't be moving around or need to be killed like the Brothers. In the meantime, the Pokémon had already been realizing the Abyss couldn't lose under the current situation. Talandra was a lost cause if nothing about the situation changed.
"Good luck to him..." I muttered under my breath, keeping it to myself. "That's all we've been riding on for a while now."
We drew closer to Undax. I was detecting dark anomalies everywhere. Center Lake was being haunted, probably the preliminary step to being devoured by the Abyss. And the thing was, we couldn't save it either. All we could really do was killed Undax and get out before we ran into any of the Fallen, or whatever else the Abyss had lined up as tonight's entertainment.
"Your Fallen is persistent, Mel," I told Mel, feeling the dark and unusual presence of his Fallen. "He hasn't left Undax's side for a very long time."
And there was no way I was holding up here in this cesspool to wait for them to separate. From what I could sense, Undax and Mel's Fallen were close, even conversing. The conversation, however, was meaningless. Worries about threats, and then turning back to read... children's fables, of all things. As I already knew, Mel couldn't fight his own Fallen. Diego's Fallen, DX, was likely nearby, just waiting to stalk Undax and prepare the setup. DX, as I already knew, was using us. He would strike when the time was right, but it was not that moment yet. He would be a "help" all the way up until we were no longer useful. Right when he knew he could spin the tables in his favor and it would be of no loss to him. An opportunist parasite.
The ideal situation would be for Diego's Fallen and Mel's Fallen to just kill each other. I had to find a way to make DX want to kill Mel's Fallen. Either accident, or create grounds for a motive. When we arrived at the building they were located, I could sense the darkness. Undax, however, was a bit more clever. There were several Cohorts around, and I knew they might be trouble. This was definitely not going to be as simple as Xac's assassination was.
"We're going to need to lead this time..." I told Syrat, knowing Mel and Diego couldn't face their own Fallen.
I then turned to Mel. I figured I would make something very clear.
"Say what you want, Mel, but if your Fallen even so much gets within ten feet of me, I will end him," I told Mel, knowing that there wasn't a single thing Mel was capable of that I couldn't evade. "Taking down Undax as an assassination isn't possible after discerning the situation. He's surrounded by a few Cohorts, several Scourge, and most of all, your Fallen."
Meanwhile, DX was dashing about the city. He was faster than the others, but still with a vile cunning. It begged the question, how much could DX fight Undax and Mel's Fallen? Would there even be a fight, or was DX just there to use them too? And was DX going for an assassination approach, or did he have something else in mind? From what I could tell, DX had the chance to strike Undax here and now, but he was not making the approach yet.
He wanted to keep his intentions secret. We may have known about his betrayal of the Abyss, but they didn't. They still thought DX was on their side. That was why he was stalling. He was doing it for us. He wanted to buy time and an opportunity. He needed the instructions. The keys to bending the Abyss to his will and trying to get them to see it differently.
"I want to at least cripple Undax," I told the others, trying to formulate a plan. "Paralyze him. That means you, Syrat. Thunder Wave is a must in this situation."
And then there was me. Mel's Fallen was going to need a special type of poison. They called it Umbresol, a soul-wounding or straining poison. Sure, Mel didn't want us killing his Fallen, but he said nothing about crippling it. I pulled out one of my throwing knives, and administered the Umbresol, coating the blade with sickly, black poison.
Your laughs are just scribbles, Undax. A child's enigma. Double-twisted, hung, and prepared for severance. You don't need them. You don't need them. You've got the soul of a liar, Undax. You tell lies because the truth is boring to you.
The voice sounded familiar and foreign at the same time, like the voice of a friend or family member. But it was hollow, a telepathic voice that was not like the others, but still remained. It was a strange, relinquished voice. Twisted... and senseless.
"We need those Cohorts removed," I told the other two, pointing out to three known Cohorts of chaos. "Give me your weapon, and I'll smother Umbresol on them. I don't have much, as this formula is extremely difficult to fine, let along prepare the ingredients for...
I was not just another extra piece in the game. I was a taskmaster. Someone who caught the puppet master's strings midway down and governed a bit of the changing outcomes.
I did not fear the Fallen. Especially not those of other people...