High Society: The tales from Victory

Alexander Kings (Chapter 16)

 "Tell me a story."

"The gods have dueled for power since the dawn of time, the creation space, and the afterlife was designed. We've fought countless battles; won and lost so many times it's impossible to dictate whether you are still the same you. But that's besides the point.

"In the ancient tongue we call this day: Dies Prophetiae Assumta. Upon that day, Regigigas stole Arceus' plates to become powerful as he found man creating their own golems. He grew furious and outraged against man and desired to annihilate them.

"Arceus was weak. Arceus was in pain. It was then when a boy in a town called Frute wished upon a star. He wished for it all to end, the war against humanity that is.

"It is important to remember that humanity was trying to establish themselves. They are set apart from pokemon. They are beasts who strive away from nature. By doing so they upset many gods in the pantheon. The Swords of Justice, at the time called themselves the Flames of War, found humanity as plague to pokemon kind. This boy was a victim of the Flames. He lost everything and when he made his wish Arceus noticed. He sent a meteor his way and Jirachi granted his wish. Jirachi stole power from the Swords and casted them lower of the pantheon. In their spot a new god, from which the Blades were FORGED came a god of victory.

"This Lord granted his power to the young boy. With years he trained with his enemies and he turned against the Knights under the Swords of Justice. He rallied many allies to aid him in battle. Including me."

"Why?"

"Humanity didn't need a goddess to name them as heroes. Humanity needed a Lord to tell them the tragedy of becoming a hero."

"And?"

"She hates me for that. Even through death. You can't eradicate all of a God. I don't mean they return to take their position back. No, instead you become like them after hundreds of years, it's the role that makes you this way, not the person. You don't die. Everybody else does. That's the price of being a god. "

"What about last year?"

"Last year was a phenomenon. We saw seven people die and we went in hunting for their remains. We desperately hunted for the messiah. But I failed. I couldn't keep my promise to Giratina."

"Who else was there?"

Every god.

...

"Back to the Nexus it seems." Alexander said as he stared at the smoke billowing into the sky. He extended his arms, of which glowed an aquatic blue. He dropped his god slayer swords and they exploded into mist and were absorbed into his shadow. He leaped back, off the roof of the building, and into the air.

Instead dying as he hit the concrete, his body fell apart. His skin became shadow, his heart paused, and sensation was gone.

He entered the Nexus.

Rings wrap around his biceps, the gift granted by his father, the prior Hoopa Signer, glowing as a sign of protection from the violent and dealt atmosphere. Alexander drifted through the depths of space. The stars in the sky, glitter lost to the ages. He reached towards a constellation he named "Edwards". Histo city gave the worst exhibit dedicated to his family. Wouldn't be the first time.

He reached forward and touched nothingness and created a rift. Through it he fell and hit the earth hard. While he suffered none, he found the concrete beneath him to be fissured.

He slowly rose up to see buildings as tall as the eye could see, steel as blue as the sea, roads as long as one was willing to drive and as crowded as a nest of Pidgeys. All of which obscured the smile of the morning sun, and replaced it with capitalistic innovation. Alexander grasped at the shadows and weaved a scarf and shirt to wear.