Each Past 「Pokemon Watty Awards 2016」

Chapter 11 ♦ Forget

♦ Dedicated to Meme_Knightwalker for being a great friend and the best spam rival one could ask for--we haven't talked THAT much, but we're both act like we're 5 sometimes and we're both better than Logi at spamming. I mean, that's all we need to become closer B) You're really amazing at everything, be it writing, art or personality <3 I hope to talk more to you in future!! ♦

Welp. I actually managed to update. I only wrote this because there's a break from killing off Ponytas hnn

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❝ And thus,

Two souls met because of this tragedy.

An unlikely alliance began.

Two souls also split because of this tragedy.

A predictable hatred followed. ❞

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Darkrai

I flew, a shadowy wisp of a Pokemon—pushing the doors to the Creator's residence open with more force than needed and scoffing quietly at the glistening coat of white that had been painted over what seemed like ethereal marble pillars.

"What false light," I murmured, not even bothering to hide the spite in my voice. As soon as my clawed hand rested upon the shimmering walls, a cloud of darkness seeped through the pure snowy hues like corrupted ink in an instant, before light fought back and prevailed once again.

My ruby eyes glinted in loathing, recoiling as if the material I'd touched was lethal.

This light created by Arceus himself... I shook my head, disgusted by the pulsating beam of radiance that I had just touched. How repulsive. It was built to be artificial.

"And I am sure that Legendaries like you will dislike my choice of setting," an empyrean voice interrupted with all the smoothness of a running river. "It is no surprise—after all, I was the one who created you, Darkrai. I will not take offence at your actions."

I made an abrupt turn, wrapping myself in yet another protective layer of twilight and replied in a guarded tone. Lord Arceus, I muttered, the formal greeting coming out in a spat, restrained voice. I apologise for not noticing your prescence.

Arceus walked up to me, cold emerald eyes remaining neutral as usual. "That is fine," he assured. "I believe that I had called you for an appointment today—thank you for coming on time."

"You should be thankful that I considered this meeting important enough to show my face," I scoffed. I was never one for ceremoniousness, and I was sure that Arceus had long known about that fact. He wouldn't do anything. It was against Fate, I'd believe, and even the Creator had to defer to this intangible entity.

The elegant creature ignored my snide remark, his face a mask of calm, controlled emotions, but I knew him better. His facade was, if I was to be honest, quite terrible—but he either chose to ignore that fact or was so oblivious to it that it was sickening.