Nother chapter o.o Hints throughout of what exactly happened to Viridian plus all but one Pokemon you should be able to guess what they are, Loki I doubt anybody will to be honest :x Also doing little hints of what Arthus really is so you can slowly build up a picture of what he looks like, however the species still doens't have a name so :x
Collector
Chapter 2 – Created Demons
Though not legions from forsaken lands, the creatures could hardly be daubed with the title normal from what the twist of fate had manipulated them into when their master's wrath was invoked upon the former city in which they dwell.
As much as their master lacked care for the inbreeds of the planet, the wild ones who were the true, not the false run-aways intrigues him enough to go on a collection run. Back then their minds was forced under his will with simple ease, the same arcane magic that caused such a stigma back in his homeland.
Now the stronger non-native creature had taken what he desired, the rest who are able went on a scavenge run across the meat from the hidden shadows their bodies almost melded to as they await a command.
Cerberus is first still being as light on his paws as he ever was. His two heads fighting fiercely with each other over the mouthful the other had just pulled from the carcass. They snarl and bicker, tussling horns bite at each others neck despite it leads to the same body, the same paws.
A click of talons with dragged tail snatches the corpse away as the two heads squabble, tearing eye away from their socket with a penetrating beak as they are quickly devoured with a thrown back head and a tail tip thudding across the concrete floor in joy.
The two heads cease their argument, the one barely a skull devouring the meat as they both growl at the female slapping a paw to ground in their fury. Her response is only a short amused glance before Fernir returns to the feast holding tightly with talon and ripping away at the face with beak as she begins to tackle the skull's innermost containment.
By Cerberus a clatter of hooves snorts at him and stands on the intertwined tails causing one head to yelp, the other fails to register it but pulls the tail out from under when its fellow is struggling beside to do so. The titan above him appears uninterested by little can be seen in her eyes but the burning flames from a destroyed soul.
Fernir continues to tear at the grey matter held within her piercing talons, forcing it into a state of oozing in former protective liquid amongst the ragged mess of hair and blood trodden fragments. As the twisted beast does ignoring the foul smelling flesh nestles amongst her near pristine feathers, the still alive Victreebel rolls its self onto its side by using its leaves as a rudder.
The plant creation eyes its dead mistress with vengeance consuming its tiny eyes, the need to destroy not only the killer but also the ones who dared to start to devour her like common filth!
Somehow pushing its self in a poor balancing act onto its mid point, the creature spins round rather jerkily and haphazard like. It holds its leaves out like blades and by the force of the spin, segments pull away and aim straight for Valkyrie the tail stepper and her rider before it topples over again causing it to pant dejected.
Valkyrie rears onto only four of her eight legs, kicking out wildly as the leaves scar across her hide and pain despite quickly burning up from the heat of flesh.
Cerebus jumps aside gaining a few strikes in the flank which one head pulls out in annoyance oblivious to all but his own wounds.
Loki on the back of the rearing creature watches boredly as they simply go through him, waiting for the pathetic attack to cease with a faint glare of colour.
As the leaves fade, Loki jumps from the Nightmare's back, using her antlers to swing to the ground, paws solidifying to allow him to run as he goes straight for the attacker and disappears straight into its body in a fuzz of natural yellow blue and black fur from his former body.
The Victreebel's eyes widen a moment as soon as the running spirit vanishes inside of it, its mouth is forced shut despite it rarely being able to so naturally it struggles in an attempt to open its mouth but its like its being held by an invisible force. The air inside now trapped is causing the stomach acids to bubble to expand with the extra air contact and the building of heat in the stomach pit causing them to even begin to corrode the inner lining.
The mottled yellow starts to expand at a rapid pace, becoming like a rolling balloon as the eyes bulge. Slowly one submerges into their socket from the bulk-expanding round; the other simply pops out hanging by the tendons blind and limp.
And with an ear splitting screech, the plant Pokemon simply explodes in a mangle of innards, poisons and flesh.
Fernir hisses angrily unfurling her wings where burns have attacked feather as she protected her meal. Glaring a moment, she goes back to as though nothing has happened despite the violet ooze still eating away at both flesh and floor near her.
'Just had to blow the wretch up huh Loki?' Arthus states with an amused grin at the bodiless Pokemon still standing on the spot like nothing happened.
Due to the lack of humans and the Pokemon corrupted several years ago now, the mirror shift allowed him to slip back to his raw form with one set of arms crossed while the others held down loosely.
'Gonna be acid shit everywhere for days now… Oh well it earned it, think you might need to work on stopping the blasts going everywhere for future blow outs though, Cerberus seems to be struggling just to get that piece out of his eye socket' and true to form, the skull head is trying to shake out the piece of rotting flesh as the other on tries to grab it underneath the jaw.
Arthus pats Valkyrie's back as the mare calms down, scratching her warm body with his claws unbothered by her flames, and thinking about what to do next with Fernir so fiercely defending her flesh and rarely willing to give anything up.
With a slight blink of his four eyes, he walks to the hissing creature, hissing right back in mutual aggresion before standing over her. It's a simple tactic; even at her tallest height he is much larger than her and height for just about any critter means superior.
'I only want a hand Fernir, don't make me gorge your chest just to convince you to let me' he growls, fully capable of following up with the threat with the tusks coming from his lower jaw.
Despite this, she still hisses in defiance with scarlet wings flared and talons clutching tightly to her prey, her amber eyes a blaze of contempt.
A snarl is her answer as the seemingly only capable of lumbering beast begins to charge forward with his head raised, tail clattering on the ground in fury at the reluctance for the victim to shift.
With a powerful flick of one foot, he easily rams straight into her causing a shrieked squawk as she is pushed to both stone of wall and floor. The skull both smacks into her rib cage and the striped teeth are dragged down her body as they sink into her flesh with a burning hiss from the owner.
With her back partially contorted and her flurry of feeble movements, he backs away, using lower hands for support as Arthus straightens himself up enough to stand up on his back legs again.
'Next time creature, obey what I say, not pick and choose' he growls with a slight flicker of his forked tongue as his jaw drops slightly from the force of the strike still resounding in the skull.
Though her amber eyes glower in fury, she dips her beak showing the white mark amongst her red feathers as a sign of submission as she lays slumped against the rock, blood still trickling down her chest.
Arthus turns his head slightly, his extra eyes already caught Cerberus thinking about daring a challenge but the violent blood drenched hiss causes them to instantly hit submission with both heads dipped in whimpers.
'Infidels' he growls in irritation as he lowers is tall body back to the corpse, sinking his already bloodied jaws around the wrist of the nearly faceless corpse. With a swift clamp and tug, the tendons strained from the force snap like forced over stretched leather causing droplets of their colour to spring out, some landing on the blackened fragmented bone.
Taking the ragged wrist tipped hand from his mouth, he spits to the side having never had too much fancy for human flesh or their lack of taste let alone one so tainted with plant life.
'I need to go deliver this, I want you all to stay here with the Split Jaw, take any trespassers you wish but I want nobody who gets in this gym and either finds this corpse or my room to be allowed to leave alive. Loki, wait by the door you're coming with me as soon as I gather something.'
Satisfied by the nod of all that remain visible, Arthus starts to walk back to his rooms, the stairs, his mind reflecting considerably as it had been many months since he last left the gym and the annoying fact Celadon area meant he would need to go through Pewter and on the new trans-linc that went onto Saffron.
Despite mostly in isolation since the incident a few years ago now, he still kept himself up to date with news for when he did have to leave and make it easier to keep contact to an utter minimum.
He yawns lightly as he descends the final steps, all four eyes blinking in a single wave as he slips back into his room with the severed hand still lightly clutched between pads and claw.
The thought of going near Pewter City didn't ride well with him, he wasn't ready to go deal with them yet, more so with the constant shifting from the mirror reflector and the lack of felt pain constantly shifting from working and not; the arcane magics had begun to wane.
There is so much more to do before that, the fact that leaders like himself were starting to get suspicions about the ghost town in which he dwells, the disappearances and their more frequent visits and not just from this region. By nature, he is purely one of study, wanting to learn about various races and improving his own knowledge of the PSI arcane that caused such a stigma back home for him learning. The need to gather objects and creatures of rarity also burns in roaring blazes within his blood; a formerly indulged passion had slowly become more of an obsession as things constantly took what he desired away or broke what he had gathered.
His tail flickers rather violently, scraps of memories filling his vision as he slips inside his room.
The girl. Being in Blackthorne. A human gained worker whining at him on the phone. The rebel smashing his phone and yelling angrily for touching her as the gem was thrown to his feet….
He frowns a little as he goes past the jewel that caused so many problems. One of many littering Dragon's Eye's that dwealt within the cave he sent her into, constantly reminding him of the fact despite Hance believed that her child belonged to him and that he was not the father but he still went after her and took her away again which later ended in happy families.
With an infuriated hiss, he lashes out with an arm causing the small table that the gem stood on to wobble as the eye its self is sent skidding across the floor from his pure hatred at what it cost him.
His tail hits the ground angrily at the split, his eyes in an envious scarlet rage as he snatches up a container. He should have taken her while he had the chance! Now because of it, she is with him and a child who never should have happened, not to mention all the destroyed pieces that idiotic husband of hers had cost him!
He roars out in pure fury causing glass and rock alike to shake violently at the sound. But as the sound starts to cease, he goes quiet and sullen in his thoughts, it was his rage that destroyed the city in the first place the same which drove him to be more ruthless than he ever intended to be.
He quickly stuffs the delicate flesh into the container and shuts it thinking to himself; where had he broke down and ended like this? Was his obsession worth so much that dregs of his own sanity had gone, the fact he no longer cared about anything more than having her?
His silence tells him everything as he heads back to the stairs, to the outside where little more than instinct and somebody far changed lays.