The Retributor

by NorthEasternSpirit

After death, an Umbreon is caught right in the balance during judgement. Rather than wandering the world aimlessly, he sells his soul to Giratina and is sent back to be a retributor, or the bounty hunters of hell. Along with the four other retibutors, he descends upon the earth to enact judgement upon the wicked and maybe get a second lease on his life.

1. Chapter 1

Prologue

Retribution

noun

punishment that is considered to be morally right and fully deserved

Retributor

noun

one who give retribution

"This is the most interesting pokemon I've ever encountered. A pokemon whose heart is right in the balance of light and dark. I can't send him to hell, I can't send him to heaven. But there is no place in between for him. He has been on the dark side for almost his entire life, but moments before death, made a crucial decision to push him straight into the balance." The dark lord and guardian of the underworld Giratina was perched in his throne, motionless.

Next to him stood the three goddesses, Yori, Yomi, and Yobi, the three ever-seeing mystic beings. Yori the Gardevoir sees the regrets in one's mind, Yomi the Xatu sees the fear in one's mind, and Yobi the Gothitelle sees the passions in one's mind. Yori stepped up, and bowed down. "My lord, he must join the retributors. The other four stuck in the balance…"

Giratina frowned. "Yes, he is powerful. But the burden of being a retributor is great. And he must be willing to devote his life to it."

Yori spoke. "I see all his regrets. He regrets not telling the Glaceon he loved her before he died. He regrets not thanking his parents. He regrets becoming what he had become." She stepped back.

Yomi stepped up. "I see all his fears. His fear of death, his fear of betrayal, his fear of the good in his heart." She stepped back.

Finally, Yobi stepped up. "I see his passions. His passion for women, his passion for the weak, his passion for killing. But there is another passion… hidden. The passion to bring down the high, and to raise the low."

"Hmm… that sounds like a prefect retributor. Fetch me his soul."

The Umbreon appeared in front of Giratina and promptly collapsed. "You are a hitman. I understand that. You would take out people. But I'm going to offer you a rare chance, to join the elite killers. But you kill only under my command, bringing fear into the dark."

The Umbreon struggled to his feet. "I don't want to kill anymore. I see how terrible a pokemon I was, and I'm fine going to hell."

The Giratina growled. "I cannot send you to hell, because your soul is too good for that. Oh, how I would love do that, but I am forbidden. You can either wander the earth as a spirit, with no purpose, or serve under me, with your soul at my mercy. If you obey me, I might give you a second chance. If not, your soul will burn eternally. What do you say?"

The Umbreon thought about it, then said, "I'll do it."

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