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Arceus was capable of all human emotions. When He created, He was euphoric. When His creations fell, He was disheartened. He felt pride and guilt, envy and contentment, avarice and charity, joy and anger.
At that moment, however, anger wouldn't describe how He felt.
He was furious.
He had been challenged by an uppity mortal child to a duel. When He had anticipated a fair Pokémon to Pokémon battle, the little fiend threw a Master Ball; the same tool used to capture Arceus's precious creations, ironically; and now was being used as a beast of burden inside the sphere. He struggled against the confines of His prison, but the walls proved too strong for His powers. They were designed to hold Pokémon against all their efforts, after all.
Thanks to a slight telepathic link, Arceus tried to reason with the trainer, trick him, bribe him, and finally resorting to outright threatening him. The threats were perhaps what caused the trainer to grow a bit uneasy, and deposited Him into his PC, Box 7, and left Him there. And it was in the PC, Box 7, at 1:30 in the morning, that Arceus believed that His luck couldn't get any worse.
He was wrong.
The Alpha Pokémon cantered impatiently back and forth in Box 7. He had been reduced to data and code; to think He had once been god to these people. God! And yet here He was, presumably doomed to stay here to fade into nothingness.
He turned around at the wall, (Box 7 was approximately 6 paces long by 5 paces wide, not a whole lot of room to walk about in) when He faced a woman who was not there before.
She was very beautiful by human standards; however, she didn't appear very human. Her skin gave off an unnatural golden glow; her eyes were shining and pure white; her hair was a startling shade of cobalt. Combined with the fact she had suddenly appeared in Box 7 without so much as a sound signaled that she was something else.
Arceus immediately snapped into a battle pose, head low and legs spread apart. You, He telepathically hissed.
The woman made no change in emotion. "Arceus Alphael," she said. "Many eons have passed since our last encounter."
Leave this place, witch, He said. This is my kingdom, and you are an intruder.
"Ah, but you are a fallen king. The crown-"
I have not fallen! He roared.
She continued, ignoring his outburst. "The crown is free for the taking." Her eyes blazed. "We offer you this one chance, Arceus. Step down or be destroyed."
Arceus stared at her in shock. How dare she threaten Him? Shock gave way to rage. How dare she threaten Him.
How dare you! He bellowed, lunging forward. She nimbly leapt to one side, barely avoiding the Pokémon's horns and hooves. He crashed into the opposite wall of Box 7, but quickly shook it off as Heturned and faced her again.
He was infuriated. All moral qualms had left Him. He gave a furious cry that reverberated through the PC.
JUDGMENT!
Hundreds of bolts of raw power launched from the forehead of Arceus and converged to the point where the woman was standing. When they fused together, they blew apart in an explosion of light and fire. It was Judgment; Arceus's ultimate attack. When used in battle, no Pokémon survived against it.
And yet the woman stood, unfazed.
How? He cried after a moment of stunned realization. How did you…
The woman sighed and flicked a strand of hair out of her face. "Firstly, I am not bound by your laws of reality. I wouldn't matter if you breathed fire, caused an earthquake, or summoned a tidal wave; I would still be unharmed.
"Secondly, you seem to have forgotten that you are nothing but data in this invention. An invention built through human knowledge, my own creation."
Arceus's tail flicked nervously as He took two steps back into the wall. You wouldn't-
The woman raised her hand and silenced Him. "Your attack has brought this upon you." She raised her other hand and raised both of them above her head.
Don't!
She brought her hands together with a clap.
He screeched in agony as Box 7 deteriorated around Him. What did you do?
The woman made no change in expression as the artificial ground beneath her feet faded away. "I have commanded this machine to crash," she said. "And when it goes down, you shall fall along with it."
He tried to move, but His body had no strength left. /Thhis can:t b4e!
He felt a new sensation. His limbs had no feeling, and the numbness was stretching up to his body.
/NNOerro!#
At last, He slumped down like a wounded animal. His fading sight fell upon the woman.
In her hand was a sword, seemingly materializing out of nowhere. She held it high above her head, her blazing eyes glaring down at Arceus.
**NnNnnnn404aaa#/#y…
"Long live the queen," she whispered.
Down came the sword.
News flashed around the planet after the PC system crashed at approximately 1:30 in the morning. Hundreds of outraged trainers thronged at the doors of Pokémon Centers, furious at how their Pokémon had been destroyed.
Unexpectedly, the PC came online again at noon, all the Pokémon miraculously restored.
All except the inhabitants a certain trainer's seventh box, that appeared to be at the brunt of the system failure.
"I told you to not draw your sword. You were to simply let him dissolve away."
"It was a mercy killing. A concept which you are oblivious to, might I add."
"…Fine. Where is our third?"
"She's gone off to do her part."
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