Prologue – Assailant
The Second Tribulation has come and gone two years in the past. Mewtwo is dead and Arceus severely injured. However, his Brother had come too close to obtaining revenge for his banishment to give up yet. Now he has one final plan that is his most ambitious yet. He has sent his enforcer to the world of the living, and in Arcceonn, he has arrived to accomplish a very specific mission that would take him approximately sixteen years to complete…
Somewhere just outside Arcceonn City late at night, a phantasmal pokemon with raven wings looked down upon the dwellings below. He had come here on a mission, a mission that he knew would shock all who inhabited the city once it was completed and would strike them with grief. It did not matter to him of their pain or suffering, he was the Bringer of Death; he felt no sympathy for them whatsoever. Other than "The Bringer of Death" and "The Phantom", he had another title, the one he preferred the most: Duskreap. Suddenly, he heard the sound of metal sliding against metal, the sound typical of a sword being drawn. He spun around to find an old comrade, made apparent by the buster sword in his hands, although he had believed the weapon, Harbinger to be destroyed nearly seven centuries ago.
"Dallon Lettos, I knew you would return" Duskreap said with a faint grin.
"Don't patronize me Duskreap" the Dusknoir replied coldly as he pointed the Harbinger at him.
"Why are you here?" Duskreap asked in his usual sly voice, his arms folded across his chest as he floated in front of Dallon.
"You know very well why that is" Dallon answered with even more venom to his tone. The only reason why he was there was that Duskreap's Master had deceived and betrayed him for nearly seven centuries now, and only now did he realize how long he had fallen for his lies.
"Well, you can only blame yourself for being so gullible" Duskreap replied with an even wider grin as he held his skeletal right hand high to the air. A massive scythe appeared above him and slowly descended into his grasp. "But if you insist on fighting anyway, then I accept your challenge."
The two of them entered fighting stances, Dallon holding Harbinger level with his head and pointed at Duskreap, his foe holding his scythe at his side and slightly behind him. The two stood absolutely still for a few seconds before they suddenly lunged at each other. Dallon attacked first with a wide slash from Harbinger, but the attack missed as Duskreap ducked underneath the blow and slashed Dallon with his scythe. That single attack had nearly incapacitated Dallon, as Duskreap was far more powerful than him, and they both knew it.
This didn't stop Dallon; if there was one strength he had over Duskreap, it was raw anger, the same anger that had ironically resulted in defeat after defeat over the years. Dallon attacked again, but Duskreap was simply too fast for Dallon to strike; he teleported away and ended up behind Dallon when he struck with Shadow Punch. Dallon was slammed forward onto his face. He pushed himself back up, and by the look in his eye, he was even angrier at being struck down by his own signature attack. Despite wanting to continue, he didn't have enough energy to fight back. Duskreap laughed in triumph and flourished his scythe.
"So much for revenge Dallon" Duskreap said before he disappeared. Dallon, now seething with anger, simply punched the ground in frustration.
"Just you wait Duskreap…" he muttered, "Your Master's plans will fall through, as they always have for the last seven centuries!"