I don't own anything you recognize.
Prepare for anything and everything.
"Pokemons are real!?" An intense ringing would be heard in someone's ears. Confusingly, they were too dead to hear the equivalent of the horrible chalkboard scratch.
'Then what I unlocked can really be Aura... I wonder what else the movies missed with Aura. Can I use Aura to make my very own Susano'o? That would be legit.' It was a wonder how he wasn't called Munchkin by his mates.
"Pokemon? What's that? Hello... Is anyone there? Are you a survivor of this chasm or are you it's maker?" He was nudged back to reality once more, wiping the sweat away from his nose.
In front of him was the spitting image of one of his favorites pokemon to ever exist, Cresselia. She was the Goddess of Good Dreams and Lullabies. She was mythical, above event that of legendaries, at least in terms of what Arceus engineered them to do.
"Ah- I am honored to meet one such as your standing. But, if everything goes well, you are going to get an explanation and th- them? Ashes some deserved justice." He didn't feel right. No strand of hair he had was limping. They all stood up straight.
"I see. And what's with that human-shaped thing you are carrying around?" They both inspected at the man trying to break free from his hardened web.
"Well... I don't really get it. But he just bombed something and made that crater... His name is Oblivion Shade? Wait, I think it was actually the Elitest Shadow. Yeah. Weird name." A shiver ran down their spine for whatever reason.
'What was that jolt that I just expirienced?' He began to feel the rhythmic beat of his heart inside his ribs with his fingers.
Harmony is...
Harmony is...
Harmony is...
Harmony is not with us.
Harmony is not with us.
Living Hell is coming.
Whispers. Whether they were created by the warped screams of the Damned or by the Demons that always will be with them remains to be seen.
But one thing was true. And nothing the Demons will do to sweeten their lies or how much the Damned gargle their own sins until they pissed out Noah's Flood will ever change that fact.
That fact was that no matter how much you hide and run and stomp on and pile a miserable's amount of reasons, lies, encouragement and prayers on it, some part of you will resonate with it. It reminds you of the Void that birthed you and one day will welcome you back. It calls for you. You call for it.
It will succeed one day.
That day was not yet now.
So, we fight to survive to see the break of dawn.
No matter how much would it cost us.
"!!!" The Elitest Shadow had escaped from his grasp. He didn't do it willingly. Mind you. That new blade he had just pulled out of his ass was no joke.
"Damn. So, I am not the only one that gets reality biased. I suppose that's fair." He kicked the still-trapped Shadow with all his mignt.
It would have had mailed this dude over the horizon. If it wasn't for his quick-thinking and digging the blade, and all his other weapon-limbs into the stone floor.
"Hey, Cressy, I need your help... Cressy?" Curse it all, did the genre shift from comedic adventures to horror battle shonen? How would that even work? Actually, that sounded like a good concept...
If he survived this fight, he would make some. If not in life then after it. Times were passing by. Times were going by. The fires of hope inside of his heart had grown dim with how many seconds has it been when Cresslia ignored him. "Nah, he has corruption/brianwashing powers. I am almost surprised that I didn't guess he has it. It isn't an isekai without one."
"It has finally paid off. My hard work." He almost died of holding his laughter in. Admittedly, this wasn't that bad of a plan. It had only a few moving parts.
It didn't really erase the reality that be may or may not have a god backing him up on his every move. "Firstly, wake up and apologize to all strategists in the world, you snot."
"S4e DAtt77 49a1n, tuu mai fes. Oi der u!" He smiled at the new grim reaper that just surfaced into this world. Without needing a word, he sped back away from the still not moving Cress and the active and alive Shadow.
'Why... How does he switch back from manic to normal and normal to manic this fast?' His gray cloak had been opted away for a more traditional clothing, a shihakuso.
That was gone. What was not gone was the shadows that never seem to dissipate in the harsh light or the smile that gets wider and wider the more you look into it.
Shadow swung his soul forged into a blade made of cold obisidian around, leaving trails of disappearing darkness into the aether. "G0oD."
Surrounded by baleful fires, Cresselia was horrifically twisted from the Goddess of Good Dreams and Lullabies into nothing more than a shell of her former self, a Hollow.
"1t 5eems d4T u ar n0t 477Ecct3D bai mai powah." They prepared for battle. Stances at the ready, muscles flexed and senses trained to the point of moving air hurting it.
"I pray that it never will. Now all that is outta the way, I won't hold back..." Cracking his fingers, he was ready to die that day.
A few moments after the beginning of the rematch...
"On that statement before, I don't think I am..." He was back to dodging. Truthfully, he wasn't dodging flawlessly like he did before. Nothing his parents or games threw at him compared to such occasions like this.
In short, he was getting jumped by two fighters completely in a tier of their own. It reminded him of curses and sorcerers for an odd reason...
"Ah man." One entire left arm was hanging limply on his side and another one reduced to a broken matchstick. A wonder he didn't go down screaming. Adrenaline was a hell of a boost.
He was cut. Everything near them was. Gashes marred with blood that was as dark as Shadow's smin almost ran through his thick body. Bruises. Bleeding. You name it. He had it.
In front of him was both Cressy and the Elitest Shadow, rolling of their forms were nothing but the smuggest of smiles and their utterly casual behaviour.
"Surrender. You do not need to die this day. You have proven yourself worthy." Shadow made an ultimatum. Now for the billion dollar question, did his adrenaline really affected his performance that he would successfully scale these two steep, solid mountains called Shadow and Cresselia.
"I refuse." What he said was what he did. It was only just minutes after he discovered that he was practically immortal. In the wake of such power, Reality came across as such a random mistress. It was practically useless considering that these new abillities of Shadow look to be slowing down his near-instantenous regeneration.
"I never asked." In the lower bracket of hypersonic speeds, Geist ruled them all. The Elitest didn't care for the record when the Elite himself had dominated near the top of hypersonics, coming in at mach 10.
At that point, those speeds were borderline a blur to him. It just needed another mach to completely make Shadow able to fight without Geist interrupting him.
He lifted Geist up by his throat. Geist tried kicking him with both legs. He put the surviving stamina he had into this one dropkick. Unsuccessfully. The momentum was stopped dead in it's tracks.
"Submit." Pressure. It was an uncomfortable sensation. He fought back. He always did. Pushing back the walls that wanted to crush his mind into drinkable, edible and consumable gray mush.
He spit on Shadow's face. He smiled and Shadow stopped his ministrations. And then he put his sword back in it's non-existent scabbard, proceeding to choke the life out of Geist.
"I shall just take your corpse as a puppet then." Choking was easier to do for Shadow. It was much harder for Geist to defend against.
"Not by my watch." Missiles rained down on Shadow, making him flinch. Geist had his intangible nature finally being useful again and no kicked his diamond-laced boot right into Shadow's teeth.
Cresselia acted. Only for it to backfire on her as she was stuck to the ground by a web made of electricity.
It was Godu! Unscathed. But how...
"I will tell later. We need to neutralize them first." He liked the sound of that plan.
"I guess he is not the only one to receive an ass pull today."
TO BE CONTINUED