*Reboot of The Insurgents of Remnant*
Being in the Dream Realm has finally gotten to Persephone. Having time to reflect, she begins to realize a few things. Among those thoughts being the guilt and remorse of all the sins she has committed.
But most...
(A/N: Well, guess who's finally decided to keep good on his word. I said either Insurgents of Remnant or Fate/Synthetica Imaginary would be rebooted first, and now we see who got priority. So, here it is.
Also, in case you never played or heard of Pokemon Insurgence, here are the sprites of Diana, Persephone, Damien, Nora, and the Male Protagonist [Wyatt] with their Megas and chosen legendaries. I don't own them nor did I make these.
Also: M E G A F L Y G O N)
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The Dream Realm.
Domain of the Pitch-Black Pokemon, Darkrai.
A land shrouded in darkness. Oddly enough, many trainers now call this place home. One such person can not really, though. Persephone had changed after three months time of reflection. The fire that was once in her eyes is gone. She no longer felt that hate for her sister which once permeated her heart. In its place was a plethora of emotions she hasn't felt since childhood. She felt remorse and guilt, most of all?
She was alone.
Not even her own Pokémon could cure that. She found herself missing Diana. She tried to hate her sister, but she couldn't! It was as if her mind had given up, and at this point, she herself had as well. She collapsed and began to sob.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." she moaned into her hands as the floodgates opened.
"And what are you doing here bawling your eyes out?" A voice calls out. Startled, the former Cult Leader turns around to face the voice. Her voice turns steely.
"Adam. Wyatt."
"Persephone."
It was no mistaking that the First and Third Augurs were witnessing her emotional moment and remaining completely indifferent. Even Mew, whom floated by Wyatt's side, showed no signs of its usual smile.
They pitied her, or at least Adam appeared to be. Wyatt's poker face was unreadable.
"Come to sneer at this murderer who ruined your lives?" She snarled, but it was obvious that she loathed herself now more than either the father or son.
"No," Wyatt shook his head.
"Figures. After everything I've done I deserve- Wait. No?"
"You heard what I said," he said, "We're not here to guilt trip you."
"But why not? I thought you would hate me for what I have done to you."
"Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm still very mad... but he wants to talk to you," Adam gestures towards his son, whose face hasn't changed. Mew stared intently at her.
"...Okay, then."
Wyatt walked up and took a seat next to where she was previously.
"...I really don't know how to put this, but... you're free."
