After what could only be described as an eternity, the lashing finally stopped. I raised my head fearfully and looked up at the face of my tormenter. But there was nothing to be found there, only an uncanny mirror image of my toneless façade.

A façade that had long broken.

But observations like that were now beyond me, and I saw only one thing.

The face of a man who could, without a second thought, kill me.

And it was then, my mind switched.

All of a sudden, I was filled with not fear, but anger, rage and fury that suddenly consumed my being.

Somehow, I managed to get up onto all fours, my right arm hanging uselessly in my destroyed arm socket. I growled, trying not to sway as I faced the man. Somehow, I had found the energy to once again face them and fight.

A small part of me, separate from the dichotomy that ruled my mind, was silently yelling at me to hide, to back down and try and survive.

But it was ignored, drowned out by the voice that told me to fight, the voice that overrode even my basic instinct to survive.

And so, no longer a sentient deity, but a mindless beast, I obeyed.

I concentrated, and somehow though the pain that drowned me, I found enough power to start forming the beginnings of a psychic attack.

But my actions were too clearly telegraphed and the man instantly saw what I was going to do.

Once again, my actions were suddenly stopped as my body went ridged, every muscle tensing and locking in place. A cry of pain somehow escaped me as my shoulder was only impaired even more.

We warned you about what would happen if you tried to attack again… the voice once again whispered in my ear.

I let out a scream of rage as my body broke free of whatever had possessed it and turned, my anger now directed elsewhere.

While the legend was a dark type, he was still no match to the power I possessed, even in the pathetic state I found myself in.

I slammed my tail into the monster, its steel coated tip shattering whatever internal structures held up the daemon. It fell to the floor and I chased after it, determined to finish it off.

He let out a cry of pain and tried to put up a protective barrier between it and me, but I smashed it as I let loose a beam of energy. The hyper beam attack hit the legend and it let out a last, haunting cry as its body faded into nothingness, leaving nothing but a fine white smoke, marking where it had last stood.

I stood there, panting hard as I observed my damage. Everything within a two metre radius of the death was splattered in a dark, jelly-like substance that smelt of ashes. I stood there, pausing not in shock, but in something else that I could not recognise.

Perhaps it was in disgust, or perhaps it was in satisfaction, it didn't matter.

For that was my undoing.

I let out a small yelp as something pierced my skin and I spun around. I tried to bring my mind together to put together another attack, but my mind seemed to slow and I could only struggle as my mind slowly fell into a state of sleep.

I woke suddenly to someone's touch.

My eyes snapped open as the sound of a klaxon reached my ears. I groaned a little as the noise assaulted my aching head.

The hand that was on my uninjured shoulder shook me again and I let out an annoyed growl, hoping the person would let go of me.

Looking up at the person, I saw it was a woman. She didn't look like any of the people I had seen in the research team, but that did not help my aggression at all. She was a human. That was all that mattered.

I tore myself free from her grasp and turned to her, snarling. My anger from before hadn't abated, and I found it now directed at whomever this stranger was.

There was a shout and then, once again, I descended into darkness.

I woke with a sudden cry as I was once again jolted into consciousness.

I was in a different room than I had been for the last Arceus knew how long. It was white, and light filtered through the roof, which appeared to be made from some clear material. Completely covering one wall was a mirror.

I spun around as I sensed another presence in the room. In the corner stood a pink haired woman.

I instantly snarled and turned towards her and the mirror. I started to pace towards her, but she didn't move.

And then, I caught sight of my reflection.

My bared teeth were stained with blood and my eyes were no longer their shade of purple, but rather a brilliant shade of azure. My back was arched like a cat's, revealing the wounds I had obtained from the whip. My form was skeletal and looked like I was going to collapse at any moment. My right arm hung useless by my side and the joint was starting to swell from the beginnings of an infection.

But that was not what caught my attention.

My azure eyes, blue from my rage induced power did not seem like my own. They were full of terror and blinding rage, like those of a cornered Pokémon. Gone was the intelligence and coldness that had once filled me.

As the realisation came to me, my eyes faded from blue to their usual purple as the rage and adrenaline left me. I whimpered in fright and cowered away from the mirror, into the nurse.

She bent down to my pathetic form and put a hand on my, steadying me. She said something, but like all the times before, I could not understand it. While I was terrified of what I thought she might do to me, I could do nothing to save myself from my situation.

I didn't even cringe as I was once again forced into another drug induced coma.

I let out a pained moan as I once again regained consciousness. My head was throbbing and my thoughts were blurred, leaving me unable to think properly. I was vaguely aware of someone standing next to me, but I couldn't tell who it was.

My injured were sore, but I noticed that the pain was muted, not like the sharp agony it had been before.

But that did not matter.

My mind and body felt exhausted and weak, as if I would die from a lack of energy at any moment.

My eyes closed, my body lacking the energy to keep them open and slowly, my mind faded away from that realm.

I let go of consciousness for what I could only fear as the last time.