Author's Note: Here goes my newest crossover! There are four parts to the series, most of them based off of a song in the reverse adaptation of the Series of Evil. (i.e. Prince of Evil) This first part explains what happens directly after N would defeat Black in the final battle. I don't like how it turned out, but the next parts are much better. I don't think it's completely accurate, but this makes sense for the direction the fanfic is going. It starts out with Black's POV, and then N's, both in third person.

It should be noted in this fanfiction that Concordia is considered N's foster mother and teacher, and Anthea his foster sister and servant. Black (Hilbert) and White (Hilda) are twins. In Black and White, the games, I say 10 years have passed since Heart Gold and Soul Silver. N also got the dragon Zekrom while Black got Reshiram, so it's based off of Black more than White.

Disclaimer: I do not own or are affiliated with Pokémon, Vocaloid, or any of the songs this fanfiction is based off of.

Sage of Evil

Part 1 of the King of Evil Series

"Well done," Black looked away from his defeated Samorott behind him, where a man entered the room. The man wore a yellow-and-purple robe, and had long, green-gray hair. It was Ghetsis, congratulating the winner of the battle.

"Thank you, Father." Another young man with green hair stood up a little straighter at one of Ghetsis's rare compliments. The black dragon beside him snorted, as if also acknowledging the compliment.

"Anyone could have defeated this… commoner. He never would have stood a chance against the king of Team Plasma, now nearly the king of Unova, even with the legendary Reshiram on his side," Ghetsis smirked.

Black, anger echoing in his voice, whispered, "Samorott. Return." The water-type converted into red energy as Black took out his Poké ball, and was transferred into the red-and-white sphere.

"Now, what should with do with this troublesome one?" Ghetsis wondered out loud as he approached Black, "What do you think, my lord N?" he asked, looking to his son, "You deserve to decide."

N paused, not wanting to lose the moment of pride Ghetsis had in him. "Why don't we let him go, and start out our reign fresh, without brutality?" N knew what happened when Ghetsis acted like this. N hoped Cheren and Alder would come soon enough, or Black would be tortured, and almost surely killed. But why would Ghetsis do this, when the reason they were doing all of this was to create peace?

Ghetsis's slight smile faded. As he walked closer to N, Black took this opportunity to white out. Ghetsis, unlike N, didn't flinch as he hit the hard, stone floor.

"You want to let him go, after all of the trouble he cause me—I mean, us? He was the only thing keeping you from your dream, N. Without him Pokémon would have those many more weeks of freedom."

"Black… I know why. He…was different."

"Different?" Ghetsis laughed out cruelly. "How was he different than any other trainer out there? Did he, maybe 'care', or maybe did your precious Pokémon say he was, 'different?"

N was shocked. That was exactly how he felt about Black. He hadn't told anyone but his Pokémon friends. How could Ghetsis possibly know?

"He did battle with his Pokémon, N. And you know what continuous battling does to Pokémon, didn't you?"

N hesitantly nodded. He knew only too well what happened to Pokémon that were battlers. Spending his life with them, playing with them, comforting them, N knew that there weren't just scars and bruises on the outside. No, there were also on the inside.

"Don't you think he should be punished for all he did, N? Think carefully, now."

"No," N said simply, trying not to tremble.

"Fine," Ghetsis said, clearly holding back his anger. Here he was, inches away from his dream, inches from controlling Unova. Years of work were on the line, and his 'son' wanted to risk it all because of a stupid trainer? He couldn't allow it.

"I don't need your opinion. I can take care of him myself."

Ghetsis reached into his robe and pulled out two shining Poké balls, throwing them up into the air and letting the Pokémon come out as they hit the ground. The balls exploded open, and with a flash of red light, two Pokémon came out and dipped their heads.

"Bisharp," Ghetsis commanded the first one, "You hold N back."

The Pokémon once again dipped its head, and before N could react, restrained him.

"Hydreigon, you're coming with me." Ghetsis walked to where the unconscious Black was laying. N struggled in the Bisharp's grasp, whose razor-sharp ribs dug into his own.

"No! You can't do this!" He yelled as he looked to the legendary Zekrom, struggling in the Bisharp's razor grasp, "Do something! Stop him!"

"Zeeeeeee…" The Pokémon's generator tail started to spin as the blue light coming from it became more and more intense, preparing for an attack that would take great energy.

"Focus Blast!" Ghetsis commanded his Hydreigon. He knew the Zekrom wouldn't be able to attack fast enough, now before Black was only a distant memory.

But he was wrong.

"…kroooooooom!" The air exploded with a shock wave as Zekrom's attack was released, almost throwing the Bisharp to the ground. Static made N's hair stand on end as the generator was completely charged, making a large, blue bolt of electricity strike the ground where Ghetsis stood.

The Bisharp could no longer hold on, as its steel blades attracted enough of the bolt to make it faint. N was free, but his legs wouldn't let him move. He had flinched when the lighting struck, not seeing it hit the ground. He never entirely believed that it had happened, even years later, because it did not affect him in the least.

As soon is N's legs started to work again, he ran to the spot where a crumpled Ghetsis and Hydreigon lay, right beside a charred black spot of stone. As N came closer he became aware that Ghetsis's robe was smoldering, as if any provocation would make it engulf in flames. As he felt his neck, he could tell there was no pulse. Ghetsis was dead.

N noticed that Ghetsis looked oddly peaceful, but then again, didn't everyone when they passed? He had blinked only a second before the lighting made his heart stop, probably the last action he made. N stood up, and started to walk towards Black, his mind in a state of shock, when the Hydreigon's intelligent head lifted up, and it uncertainly started to hover back into the air.

N dismissed the creature for the moment; it was in much better shape than the two people in front of him. As he kneeled by Black, he could see his chest just barely moving up and down. How could Black possibly still be alive? Was it a miracle, or did Zekrom place the bolt in just the exact spot?

N's thoughts were interrupted as he heard a pair of frantic footsteps running down the hall. People had heard, and maybe even saw the flash, of what just happened. He started to panic, but his legs seemed to be disabled once again.

As the footsteps sounded right in front of the doorway, a frantic Cheren ran past the room, going too quickly to turn in time. As soon as he regained his footing, the boy ran straight to the two bodies lying on the ground.

"What did you do to him?" he yelled. N wasn't sure if he meant Black, Ghetsis, or both.

Alder soon flowed, visibly having a harder time running the whole way to this room. Panting, he looked to Black and Ghetsis, and then to N, with an unmistakable look in his eyes.

Could it be? It couldn't. But it was.

The Champion of Unova was deathly afraid of N.

"Take him," N started, barely finding a stable enough voice, "Take him, and don't come back. Not unless… you gather the citizens on Unova to the castle, and let me command them to release their Pokémon."