Dark Battle

Faith

No. I won't let golduck kill me. I won't just die.

Leaping forward, my teeth Crunch into its throat. It falls down, fainted and dying. I've destroyed a most of its neck, and it bleeds out its life as it struggles for air.

I stare at Him. A god cannot be wrong. A god cannot lie.

A god cannot be disobeyed.

And how do I know this isn't for the best?

But my God should understand why I'm doing this. If He would just release Wildfire, I would never disobey Him again. So why does He demand that I kill Wildfire?

If He knows all, why does He not understand my language? Why did He need me to learn to write?

Why does He not understand?

And why did the healing god not understand what I meant by god? She was surprised, she didn't know what I was referring to.

Why would a god not know they are a god?

Why was the healing god afraid? I'm a weak, worthless, stupid pokemon. She was a god.

He walks over, and looks at me.

"Kill the other," He says.

Why would my God demand me to kill without reason?

"Pokeball, go," He says. Wildfire appears.

I shake my head.

He smiles coldly. "Go, tentacruel!"

It appears.

"Restrain it." He says, pointing at me.

I struggle against it's coils, but I cannot get free.

"Tentacruel, use hydro pump on the other!"

Wildfire is hit by the raging waters. He falls, hitting the ground and doesn't more again, not even to breath.

"Tentacruel, return!" He says.

Wildfire...

"You disobeyed me, houndour," He says quietly.

Wildfire...He killed Wildfire...He killed my brother.

I stare into His eyes.

"You know what will happen."

A god cannot be wrong.

"I'm doing this for a good reason. You shouldn't have ignored my orders."

A god cannot lie.

"Come over here so I can kill you," He says calmly, as if He cannot imagine me disobeying his order.

A god cannot be disobeyed.

I walk over.

He leans down and picks up a large heavy stick.

The houndour lay in the clearing, near the body of her brother and the golduck. Her collar gleamed gently in the dim light. Three sticks lay next to it. The first had broken, and Damien had needed another.

She breathed in and out, her labored breathing clearly audible in the quiet forest. Her body was covered in blood. Every breath hurt, grating against broken ribs.

But this was what He had wanted, and a god cannot be disobeyed.