Yveltal lives a quiet, sad life of killing only when ordered. Despite her benevolent intentions, her position in the pantheon is loathed, and the mortals shun her. Xerneas, who is always bothered by Yveltal's treatment and also beginning to loathe mortals himself, comes up with an idea that can make both of them happy.
Hi everyone! Every so often I have a story idea that doesn't tie directly into Hands of Creation, and even rarer, I have the time to actually write it! And I am proud to present a small, four-part story now that it's complete, which I will be trying to publish every Sunday that doesn't have a new HoC chapter published. It's only four parts, so it should be much easier to take on!
This story contains mild (but not gory or particularly violent) depictions of death, explores concepts of death, and probably has some mildly suggestive language here and there, and is a soft Teen.