(Mew/Giratina. Why? Don't know. Because...I like the pairing. Good enough. Giratina is Origin Forme, because that shit is WIN. This is the first of twenty prompts from The Domain forum, focusing on a bunch of words and stuff. So, here you are. I don't own. This one is Tales.)

Mew knew the tales they told about the God of Death. The Legends gossiped, after all.

Demon, they called him. Demon with the eyes of fire and the mask of gold.

She floated through the empty Hall of Legends and sighed. She was bored. Being the Goddess, and therefore, one of the most powerful Legends in existence didn't always mean a disaster on her paws.

"Were the tales true?" She thought. "Is he really...really a demon?" She sighed. She of all people should know better! She was the ancestor of all Pokemon, and if Giratina was a demon, she would be one as well.

Huffing in indigniation, she nodded. She certainly wasn't a demon.

...Still, she was lonely. And no one was here to accompany her through the boring, lonely day.

"Why don't you visit Giratina?" She thought. On any other day, she would've dimissed the thought. The God of Death kept to himself mostly, only showing up around meetings decreed by Arceus and herself.

But today...it seemed like a wonderful idea.

With a flick of her tail, she was soaring towards the Torn World to find Giratina.

She found him, as she knew she would, in front of the Wall of Remembrance.

Name after name after name. Pokemon, human, and everything in between, their names were listed on this wall after death to be remembered everlasting.

"Mew." He acknowledged her with a flick of one of his six trailing wings. She bowed. "Giratina." She said, acknowledging him as well, as was customary. Giratina tipped his massive head towards the wall.

"Dead men tell no tales, the humans tell the world. But the walls do. And this one's got some fascinating things to say." He trailed a wing down one of the columns, hissing softly as he stopped at a name.

"Scintillating, isn't it? Look, this one was a baby, cruelly ripped from it's mother's womb, while she gasped for air, and—" Mew stopped.

"Enough, Giratina!" She snapped, flicking her tail. "You go too far!"

The Death Dragon looked geniunely surprised. "Isn't that what you want to hear?" He said in amusement. "It's what keeps the gossip going, isn't it?" Mew shook her head.

"But...I don't..." Giratina's eyes hardened.

"Oh, you don't what, Mew?! Do you think I'm an idiot?! I know you all fear me! I know you think I'm a demon, that I'm sadistic, that I bring Death! Bringing Death, pah! As if Death is something that I could ever hope to tame, much less understand! YOU MOCK ME!" He roared, eyes blazing.

Mew stared at him. "I never believed it. Giratina, I know what you are. A Legend. No more, no less. You merely perform your duties; to oversee the Wall of Remembrance, and to be the guardian of the Torn World. Such as we all perform our duties." Giratina observed her, but the glow of temper in his eyes had not died down.

"We are what we are." He said. "You...truly believe this?" Mew nodded.

"But what are you, Mew?" He said in a deep, alluring voice. Mew looked into his eyes, and knew he wanted the truth. She looked down.

"You are the keeper of tales. I am naught but the observer. You record the stories people and Pokemon tell you; I merely watch as they play out." Giratina nodded.

"I keep a tale for you, Mew. You, the Goddess of us all, deserve a richly crafted story. But there is no love." He said, and for an instant, he appeared to be tender.

"You don't love. You perform your duties, and observe. Never daring to break the window and pass through." Mew nodded slowly.

Giratina smirked gently. "I could craft another story. A story that is much like before...only better." Mew wound her tail around one wing, and sat on his head, looking down into those endless gold eyes.

"And what would it entail, Giratina?" She purred, amused. Giratina thought for a moment, and then smiled.

"It would entail the keeper of tales to let the Godess see that you cannot be a part of your people if you don't partake in their sentiments." Mew laid her head down on his.

"I see. Would you partake in these sentiments with me?" Giratina purred, a strange rumbling sound unlike any Mew had ever heard.

"Of course. I will record your story...and with us two together, it will be much brighter for it." Mew nodded.

"Obviously."