Prologue.
Hey guys!
Mad Ass Dragon is alive and he has returned to FanFiction! Wait let me check, make sure I'm still alive. (Checks pulse but cannot find it.) Wellll looks like I'm dead, that would explain where I've been for all these months. Hehehehehe.
But I'm here and I'm writing again, and I've made SSSSSOOOOOOOO many wonderfully evil changes to this fic, I hope you guys enjoy it!
For those of you who read the old first chapter of this fic, I thank you and ask you to forget it ever existed. It was an abomination to this fantastic fic and has been sent to Hell to burn for all eternity, mwuhahahahahaha!
Now for the awkward part, I gotta explain why this fic is rated M… don't say I didn't warn you.
Violence. Death. Destruction. Rape. Graphic lemons featuring both WomanXMan and WomanXWomanXMan. Cannibalism. Torture. Foul-language. Incest and anything else that is either thoroughly disgusting or evil, that my twisted mind can put together! HA!
Anyway, enjoy the prologue and the first chapter guys!
Disclaimer: My ownership of pokémon or Dragon Age is as likely to happen, as Monika from DDLC coming out of my computer and telling me she loves me, is to happen. NEVER HAPPEN BECAUSE I NEVER INSTALLED THAT DEVIL GAME! AH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
'I see you come before me, clutching your babes to you breast… to witness the Maker's work,' Mother Gisele said. Her robes of the Chantry billowed in the heat of the torches behind her. 'Men of Kanto… your swords have failed you, so now you turn to the Maker for protection.'
The crowd was restless and riled, their voices unified as one, calling for the execution to begin. They pelted rotting fruit, vegetables and tainted meat at the pyres, and the creatures strapped to the stakes within them, hurling insults and vulgar language with every putrid tomato. Yet were careful not to harm the priestess, who stood between them with open arms.
'And yet you do not plead? You do not kneel to dust your heads with the sacred ash? Instead you wail, "Why has the Maker forsaken us?" We must look back to the trials we failed long ago!' She cried out. 'In a past time, our world intertwined with another… the Maker allowed unholy abominations into our world. The nefarious creatures called pokémon!' The crowd roared with rage, raised their tools and voiced their disgust and hatred. 'Yet we did not banish them, did not purge this filth from the gift our Maker had given us, instead we comingled with these creatures! We chose the hunger of the flesh over the purity, of faith… and birthed the abomination of the halfling!'
The creatures strapped to the pyres raised their heads, tears were falling from their eyes and they pleaded and begged for their lives. Yet their tears were met with rotten food.
'Creatures born of human and pokémon, more monster than man!' Mother Gisele thrust a withered hand out to the pyres. 'These foul beasts were sin incarnate, just as these are, yet did we destroy the first that came, as we will these?! NO! We allowed them pollute and taint the gift our Maker gave us!'
The halflings cried out that they had done nothing and struggled against their bindings. Despite the strength of the boy whose skin was covered by blue and black fur, with a pointed mouth and crimson eyes, he could not break free. 'Please spare mi, Mother! Mi father forced 'imself on mi ma, 'e was a lucario, 'e was stronger than 'er she could na stop 'im! I done nothin'!' He cried.
Crackles of electricity ran across the body of the second halfling. Like the first, her body was also covered by fur, but hers was striking yellow and deepest black and her hands were much larger than that of a normal girl's, along with two antennae upon her head. 'He's telling the truth! Both our fathers forced our mothers to bear us, we had no part in it! We won't hurt no one we won't! Please the Maker commands mercy! Have mercy upon us! We's served faithfully fer years, we will serve fer many more!'
The crowd was not moved by their speeches, and their pleas only agitated them further. It had been fifteen years since the seed of lucario and electabuzz had first sprouted, and now they had outlived their usefulness, to let them live another day would anger the Maker and present risk to everyone within the city. The people no longer wanted to keep them as slaves, they wanted them to burn. Nothing less would sate their lust for retribution.
'It was from the loins of halflings that the vile, twisted beings were born, cursed by our sin… the first of the Darkspawn.' Mother Gisele said. She ignored both the halflings entirely, she would not avert her eyes from the crowd, such disgusting creatures deserved no pity. Only to burn by holy fire, just as Andraste had before them. 'These foul demons became a blight upon the lands, unstoppable and relentless. Our underground kingdoms were the first to fall, and from the Deep Roads the Darkspawn drove at us again and again and again, until finally we neared annihilation.'
'Did we take it upon ourselves to rid our lands of these creatures, or did we pass the burden to another? The Grey Wardens rose from the ashes of our dead, men and women from every race, warriors and mages, barbarians and kings, the Grey Wardens sacrificed everything to stem the tide of darkness we had brought upon ourselves… yet it wasn't enough. Not to defeat those monsters. The Darkspawn proved themselves too numerous and brought humanity, and pokémon, to the edge of extinction. But through faith and prayer, we were saved!'
Mother Gisele raised the torch that would be used to ignite the pyres, and begin the execution, high and the crowd cheered. 'A miracle came to us, a gift from the Maker, the Great Ward! A holy shield against the darkness! It fell upon our last standing nations, the kingdoms of Sinnoh, Johto and Kanto, and halted the Darkspawn assault! For centuries it has kept the Darkspawn at bay and given the faithful, the chance to rebuild and repent their sins! Only by eliminating these monsters and turning from our sins, will the Maker return to us and rid the curse upon the world!'
The crowd roared with her, crying out that they would repent their sins, they would do the Maker's work, and they would destroy the pokémon menace once and for all! 'Ever since that day we have done as the Maker commanded, we have fought the wicked creatures! We have destroyed them, but they too fight and slaughter countless innocents! We must keep up the fight, we must rid the world of pokémon and halflings alike, if we are ever to be free of the Darkspawn and regain our land!' She held the torch to the slow burning wood at the first halfling's feet, igniting it, and raised her aged voice high. 'Today we burn the vile seed of pokémon! We send them to the Fade where they belong!'
The lucario halfling screamed as the heat singed his fur, he tried in vain to blow the fire out, but within minutes he was aflame and burned to death. His charred, lifeless body hung from the stake and the crowd erupted into a cheer, they wanted another. 'The Grey Wardens have failed us! They have always failed us! Through faith and devotion we will regain what was taken from us, not through their dark magic and blood rituals! When all of pokémon kind lies dead we will have our victory!' She stopped only to ignite the second pyre and watch, and listen, as the electabuzz halfling howled in agonising pain. She cried out that she only wanted to live as one of them, was that so wrong? Before she succumbed to the heat, and the pain, and died.
Again the crowd cheered and praised the mother for her deeds, praising her as a hero and a saint. 'None will fight this battle for us, faithful! We shall unite with the chant of light and spread the Maker's justice, by the sword! No longer shall those things murder our men and rape our women, no longer shall they plant these demons in our wombs, no longer shall they spill our blood! Nigh is the time of battle, nigh is the time of war, nigh is the time… of the Chant of Light!' The people of Lothering roared with the mother, their axes and pitchforks rose high, their lust for blood and battle rose even higher.
Samlen sighed as he gazed upon the night sky, watching the aurora borealis swim through the heavens. 'Ma Venhan… it's been so long since I last laid eyes upon you, yet I still remember every inch of your skin, as if you stood here beside me now. Can you see the Ward tonight? The moonlight dances across its edge, the way we did when we were married.' He turned the silver band between his fingers, rubbing his thumb across the amethyst laid into it. 'I know, you would've loved to have seen it… Velara.'
He returned his attention to the light show above and continued to muse his thoughts. 'How long has it been since you were taken from me? How many years have passed…? I can no longer tell… the people have forgotten, Venhan, forgotten that they were once kin and that only by uniting together, were they able to survive. Now humans and pokémon wage unending war upon each other, the things they do to each other are unspeakable…'
The mage returned the ring to his finger, sat it next to the second band of solid silver that was his own, and shed a tear. 'They've forgotten their true enemy and rely on the Great Ward to keep them safe… but it will not last. I wish it were not so, but the Great Ward will fall. I have seen it in my dreams. The Darkspawn will come, they will come like a plague that never ends, and they will annihilate all that remains… and they would fight and kill each other in this, their final hour.'
'It may already be too late to save them…' he stopped and kissed the bands across his ring finger, as if he kissed the cheek of his departed bride. 'But I will try. Whether they thank me for it or not, I will try to save them… as I always have. The Chantry will try to stop me, brand me a heretic, but what do they know? They blame and murder innocent people rather than confront the true source of their problems; they feed the next generation tauros shit with a silver spoon, and blame pokémon for the Darkspawn plague. We both know what really caused this corruption, and it was neither pokémon or halflings… but what do they care for the truth?'
Samlen sighed and shook his head, exasperated by the nature of men and pokémon alike. 'They just want someone to blame… that prejudice will be their undoing. If the Darkspawn do not finish them off, then the flames of hatred and racism will.'
"Well that's fucking ominous" – Mr Popo, DBZ abridged. Episode 40.
'Nuff said.
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