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Pokemon:Gods and Kings
Prologue
A man was sprinting down a corridor breathing heavily, tripping over himself in his haste. He wasn't a very healthy looking man, he had a round midriff and short podgy limbs. He could almost be described as a ball of a human being standing at only five feet. The sounds of battle were raging behind him causing him to keep looking over his shoulder as he ran. His destination was a simple wooden door ar the end of the hallway. And as he drew closer he could hear muttering over his own ragged breathing. As he burst through the door, the scene that greeted him was equal parts disturbing and intriguing. A circle was drawn on the floor 20 meters wide in white chalk with a square drawn inside. The squares corners barely touched the edge ofthe circle. At the corners was a man on his knees bound and gagged head shaved bald. In the center of all of this was a man dressed in a plain white woolen robe with his hood up a beard hung down to his flat stomach. With annoyance evident in his tone and body language he turned to the man and said. "What Is it now Franklin?! What do you need thatis so important that you have to interrupt me now of all times?!"
"I-I'm so s-sorry Ritual Master Lamb." Stuttered the man known as Franklin, fear making him trip overhis words "b-b-but they've b-breached the m-m-main g-gate sir."
"I-I-I know th-th-that" replied the Ritual Master, mocking the smaller man's speech. "No matter though the preliminaries are complete" removing a seven sealed scroll and a knife from his sleeve he stated "I have their attention, let's use it shall we?" Lifting the scroll above his head he brought the knife to the middle seal and called out "Pestilence. You of the unresting decay, awaken from your slumber!" With that he broke the middle seal. The man in the top right corner arched his back, his face contorted in a expression offear and panic. A basic picture of two flies was carved on his body began to glow a pure white as if evolving.
Now the Ritual Master proclaimed "Next I call forth Famine you of the unending hunger, awaken from your slumber!" He broke the seal next to the last one. The top left man arched his back with a similar expression on his face but this time a picture of a withered crop was on his forehead. He started to emit a similar glow. A large explosion shook the building denoting that the intruders were in the building and racing towards them. "Franklin! Cover the door! We can't fail now!"
"R-R-right!" Stated Franklin drawing out one of his pokeballs. (Give him his due he's a coward but a loyal one at that.) Thought the Ritual Master. Franklin opened the pokeballreleasing a gray four-armed humanoid beast of a pokemon. "Ok machamp, hold off the door!" Ordered Franklin gaining confidence with his pokemon out. Satisfied that the door would hold the Ritual Master returned to the task at hand. Lifting the scroll and knife again he stated "War, you of the undying conflict, awaken from your slumber!"Another man arched his back, a picture of a fire and crossed swords carved on his fore head, his eyes, screwed shut, lips pulled back in a grimace, expecting pain the man started to glow. There was shouting on the other side of the door "OPEN UP OR THERE'S GONNA BE HELL TO PAY!" screamed the unknown voice.
"Stuff that. Machamp, brace youself my friend." Replied Franklin. 'If the Ritual Master completes the summoning I die along with everyone else but if he doesn't, I go to jail so it all comes down to this' Franklin thought to himself as he broadened his stance ready for his final battle. The machamp just silently nodded and settled into a battle stance.
The door burst in revealing one thousand pounds of steel and grunt. A blue quadroped was the owner of said steel and grunt, It had a silver cross on his face with half closed determined eyes either side. The Metagross had a smoking fore leg rased to the door and a caped man appeared behind him, he wore a black fedora hat with gold embellishments around the rim,polished combat boots, dark loose jeens and a black long sleeve tee. "Thanks Clive I owe you one"
'You owe me more than one boss' replied Clive shaking it's smoking fist. At this point the Ritual Master rased his knife and scroll again. "Oh no you don't metal claw the scroll Clive!"
"Quick machamp mach punch"
"Finally Death you of the-" At this point three things happened, Clive vaulted a glowing man and jumped for the scroll, Machamp ran at him with blinding speed and slugged him with a punch so powerful he was stopped dead in his tracks and broke the top two arms of his face cross. And finally the ritual master rased his knife to the end seal."eternal end, awak-" Being held down and pummelled by machamps submission attack, Clive gave his trainer a wan smile before glowing. Clive's trainer's eyes widened in shock and horror "NO CLIVE, IN THIS SPACE YOUR GONNA KILL-"
'Sorry boss but I'm outta options here'
"THAT'S IT PUMMEL THAT STEEL BITCH! Huh?! NO NO NO NO!" Screamed franklin.
"en from your SLUMBERRRRRR!" The Ritual Master sreamed as Clive used explosion blasting everyone in the room backwards killing the last sacrifice and sending the scroll flying from his grasp. KOing the machamp on top of him and interupting the ritual, an unknown weight had been lifted from the room as if a strange presence had left. The three glowing forms started to move and struggle weakly. As they slowly faded a bloodied ritual master looked on in horror as they made their way toward each other and merged into one stable glowing form. Suddenly a white shockwave of Death eminated from the being in the center of the room. And the Ritual Master knew no more.
The being in the centre of the room slowly stopped glowing, it looked like a naked bald man crouching with one knee on the ground and a fist planted in the dirt. It rose to it's full height of 6 foot 6" on seeing the dead sacrifice it walked over "humans," it stated "for one of the most ideologically advanced species, they have the highest concentration of-" using It's foot to flip the man over It saw the skull outline carved on his forehead. "IDIOT'S! THEY CAN'T EVEN GET ONE JOB RIGHT!" Taking a deep breath it told Itself in a British London accent " calm down, we can fix this, just don't wipe this place clean yet, deep breafs War, deep breafs" calming down the being started to take stock.
At this point Metagross and Machamp began to stir. (What hit me?) Asked Machamp but Metagross was busy elsewhere (b-b-boss?!) It asked in horror staring at the broken corpse of his trainer (boss say something! Anything! Please!) As the realisation came to him he started to panic( no, No, NO! I'm sorry I-I-I didn't- that wasn) it would have broke down there and then if it wasn't for Machamp hadn't interrupted (C'mon pull yerself together man! There's naught we c'n do fer 'im the bigger worry is THAT.) he stated picking up Metagross with oneset of arms, shaking it, the second was pointing to the being in the center of the room. It was still babbling to itself.
The first voice said " what do you see Pestilence?" it switched voices and replied.
"Alot and nothing at the same time. The white robed guy is gone, not even a body, that must have been Death's work when he left. But two mould trays remain, though one of 'em 'ad a bit of style" Pestilence remarked as It eyed up Metagross' trainer. Suddenly blooms of mould sprang up all over his clothes, rotting them instantly. Similar mould spread over Pestilence' form until it completely covered him. As the mould fell away from both of them the trainer was left naked and It was wearing his outfit. "Nice theads" It commented as it dusted down the jacket and tweaked the fedora. Finally Pestilence noticed Machamp trying to get through to Metagross "eeyup there's two weird animals I ain't seen before-" the Thing stated as it walked over to the two pokemon. Metagross' eyes clouded over with rage. Metagross struggled in Machamp's powerful arms. (LEMME AT HIM! LET GO OF ME! I'LL KILL YOU, FUCKING COCKSUCKING BITCH!)
(He's way too strong yer crazy fool do ye not know what tha is?)
(I DON'T GIVE A SHIT I'LL DESTROY HIM!)
In a slower, husky drawl the being remarked " they know the nature of our exisistance, remove them"
"Gladly" Pestilence said with a smile. His hands and forehead glowing as he crouched into a battle stance. With a flash two foot long knives appeared in his hands, backhand style, and and the outline of two flies on his head. Machamp grabbed Metagross' forelegs in his top arms and ran for the busted door carrying him like a backpack. (Let go of me! You four armed fuckwad!) (Ney c'n do mate. You really think ye c'n beat that?) Machamp asked as he ran through the door, not bothering to look back. Metagross adjusted his arms to look back at the thing chasing them. It was gaining on them. Fast. Arms locked behind it, knifes pointing toward the ceiling, it crouched as it ran, eyes burning with the desire to kill. "Oh, come back here little un's. I won't hurt you, not now anyway." It promised with a cold smile.
(On second thoughts use mach punch to gain some distance.) Said Metagross panicking.
( Thought so) was all that Machamp said as he powered up a glowing fist.
"Not so fast my friend" it called as it threw its knife amputating Machamps hand. With a bellow of pain he fell down to his knees throwing Metagross off his back. Shooting to its feet Metagross picked Machamp up and slowly dragged him along the corridor. The Thing was seconds from overtaking them (Come one man its your hand not your legs, help me here!) Machamp remained limply cradling his stump hand (only one of us can escape)
(What are you on about? Get up and run) Metagross questioned.
(Look at it) Machamp said holding up his stump the skin around the wound was going black and shrivelled (Pestilence's knives, ye need to go, now. Raise a force t' stop this Nephiliam. Find the book o' revelations, it has yer answers now go I'll 'old 'im off)
(But-)
(GO!) Shouted Machamp (I'm dead anyway. Fix my masters mistakes)
(Thank you) Metagross ran for the exit.
(Right yer big ugly fuck,) Machamp called as he turned to the Nephiliam (COME AT ME!) as it came up on him "Hehe stopped running now, dumb beast?" It said with a smirk "You that desperate to die?"
(Not before you!) Machamp charged forward in a Submission attack, it easily side steped the attack but was completely unprepared for the enhanced mega punch to the jaw, the submission merely a boost and a distraction. The Nephiliam's head snapped back with a crack breaking his neck. With another crack his head returned to normal and said "not bad, my turn!" It stabed Machamp in the leg, his arm shooting down to snap it's wrist, but grabbed air as it yanked his arm back. Instantly Machamp's leg started to go black. (Ye wanna play like that do yer? Fine) Machamp said as he used all his remaining arms in a triple mega punch. It dodged the first fist to the face, narrowly avoided the second to the stomach but caught the full force of the last one, straight to the crotch, sending it flying back several feet immediately coiling up in a fetal position. "Little bellow the belt isn't it?" It whined
(I don' give a shite) Machamp replied as he stumbled and fell forward, his leg losing all feeling. As he dragged himself toward hid mortal foe, Pestilence started to regain his composure, picking up his knives. (Oh no ye don't) Machamp declared as he launched himself onto Pestilence bringing his fist down on his chest in a earthquake! Shattering several ribs and breaking It's spine, he raised a second fist in preperation (YOU) he screamed bringing his fist down in another earthquake. (MOTHER) using his
last fist he used earthquake (FUCKING) using earthquake again cracks started forming in the ceiling (COCKSUCKER!) His fist came down with such force it went straight through it's chest and a foot into the concrete below. It coughed blood into Machamp's face as the ceiling came crumbling down around them. (Yer immortal so you'll be trapped here forever arsehole) Machamp said confidently.
"And this will be your tomb" It gasped, stabing him in the thought and out the back of his neck. Machamp slumped over immediately. Dying the death of the unknown savior as the building collaped around him trapping the horror inside for years to come.
Firstly: thanks for reading my fic, please let me know what you thought of it. Secondly: there won't be as much gore in the next few chapters