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"Pokemons are here!?" An intense ringing would be heard in someone's ears. If they ever heard of it, their eardrums would have gone splat. Thankfully, they were too dead to hear the equivalent of the sound of chalkboard scratching.
'Then what I just unlocked. Can it really be? Aura... I wonder what else the movies missed about Aura. Can I use Aura to make my very own Susano'o? That would be an interesting experiment.' It was a wonder how he wasn't called Munchkin by his mates.
"Pokemon? What's that? Great. The survivor of this attack js now presumably not in the right state of mind to answer my questions. Sigh. If only that static didn't block scrying or psychic interference. I would have done things so fast." He was nudged back to reality once more, wiping the sweat away from his nose.
"Wait... What was that about the static?" Back on track, Geist. Get back on track. It was a good thing he was focused. Let's not talk about what if he wasn't. He would be throwing an easy way out of here if that was the case.
"Oh. Well, it's been impossible now to peer into minds, communicate and scry long distances, in the past and in the future. There were no exceptions. It had been also impossible to teleport to other worlds or even to the planet of Ansu. All we ever got was static. I assume you know where the origins of this static is?" He opted to drag his nail across his sweaty cheek. He only knew one man that was able to do this. The man was probably unlucky enough to actually trigger an event like this. He already did if you counted Angel Falls as the likely event. An unlucky man like Geist. He had the name, Touma.
Alas, he never ever heard of such a static. What he did know was that he may or may not be currently carrying the source of the psionic interference.
"Well, this may be the dude you are looking for. Do you know anyone going by the name of the Elitest Shadow?" He gestured to the webbed man, Cresselia followed his finger and shook her head.
'Jesus. She feels so real. Somehow, she is even more beautiful in person than the arts I saw of her.' 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.
"Uh. No. Never in my life. There was this one man I know named themself as Shadow. But, unless he changed it. His name never started with Elite. They don't even look alike. So, is that who you are blaming for the disruption? Oh, and talking about names. I think the static also drastically lowered our manners." Cresselia said.
'Woops.' Did he make a bad first impression potentially with a queen of a giant kingdom? He hoped not. His luck begged to differ. Hopefully.
"I am quite honored to meet a Goddess of your caliber. It has been quite a while since I used my manners. Call me Geist. I hope we get along mightily well." He saluted to her.
'Wait, was I supposed to do that?' Oh man. Things were going haywire at break-neck speeds.
"It is my pleasure. My name is Cresselia. And, once more, is that human in a web who you are blaming? Is that the Elitest Shadow you were referring to? My observation says that he doesn't seem to be that elite considering he got captured by you." They both leered at the man trying to break free from his rightful place.
'Wait, what did she say again? The Cresselia I knew wasn't that smug. I call alternate universe shenanigans.' He shrugged, brushing off the cheeky behaviour with grace. The grace of a man that was struck right on the liver, that is.
"Well, I don't really get it. But he just bombed an entire village and made that giant crater. Odds are he probably wanted to get away with whatever he wanted to test out. Or to attract powerful fighters." He swung his face to the side to see what laid behind him. He shivered.
'Why didn't he use it on me?' Could it be that move of his had a long cool down timer? If that was true, he was lucky to be alive standing here with her and him in hand.
"I see. Well, relax and realize that he is now in safer hands more than ever." She brought her arms out, waiting to receive the key to rid this world of a titanic thorn.
"Huh? You trust me already? I figured that I would have to convince you that I was the man that was truly good and that this stupid boy was actually evil." He raised an eyebrow at the easiness she believed him.
She snorted. "No. You don't have to. While my extra-sensory were sealed I am not blind. Your body is that of a good man and you tell the truth. I can sense it."
"But I thought you couldn't read my thoughts?" It was an absolute worse case scenario if she found out what was lurking behind his mind.
"You're right. I can't. What I can read is your aura right now. And you seem to fear what I can read off of that. Something you aren't telling me? Hm..." She inched closer to his face and he almost lost his footing.
"Ha. I am just kidding. We all have our secrets." He was relieved he was spared from the massacre. He massaged his throat.
He needed water and some food. "It was good seeing ya. I need to drink water and eat food though. I guess it is time for me to go and say goodbye."
"Who said you were going to get out of here?" His heart skipped a beat. His sweat was slowly producing itself back to full force. He had all his functions come to a stop.
"Um..." He was unable to articulate the thousands of sentiments that clouded his mind. He didn't have a sliver of a chance of beating her. He didn't need to know if it was true or not.
And perhaps, would you be willing to become a citizen of the Tsuki No Mura?" He smiled. This was right, baby. This was how the world treats it's heroes. Respect.
He handed the man with a smile too wide over to the Goddess of Dreams. "And what will I be travelling by?"
"Uhuh. Yeah. No. Cresselia Airlines isn't open right now. You can ride me later when we get to know better." Cresselia said with a voice straighter than the flatlands.
He blubbered. He almost had spit out his spit. "Phew... So, what do I travel by?" He was sure that it involved bring carried like a grocery bag.
"I think you already know what."
Bzzt.
'What? What just shocked me? Was that black lightning that just went by me?' He began to feel the rhythmic beat of his heart inside his ribs. He grabbed it. It was trying to explode into thousands of pieces but he reined it in.
Was it real? Or was it just a burning hallucination?
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 their grasp. They 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 might away from the both of them.
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. Don't act all surprised now... Cressy?" Curse it all, his luck had went back to searching for milk. Did the genre shift from comedic isekai adventures to horror battle shonen? How would that even work? On second thought, 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 Cresselia ignored him, and didn't budge her form nor bat her eyes an inch "Nah. Of course he has corruption or brainwashing powers. I am almost surprised that I didn't guess that he had it sooner. It isn't an isekai without one."
"It has finally paid off. My hard work." He almost died of holding his laughter in. Admittedly, his plan wasn't that bad of a plan. It had only a few moving parts.
Destroy a village. What village? A village of gods? Monsters? Attract a powerful being to control. Superman? Silver Surfer?
Profit?
And that was his plan.
Wow, that made me rethink what I said. When I view things like this. It has now made me say that this was a terrible plan.
It didn't really erase the reality that be may or may not have a god backing him up on his every move. However, whatever. "Firstly, wake up and apologize to all strategists in the world, you snotty little bastard."
"I don't need to. All the strategists in the world are piss poor compared to me. Tell me what tacticians from Earth managed to have a quarter of my power? None. And that is why. I am worthy of bring God-King of the entire multiverse." He has his eyes stabbed daggers at the latest black grim reaper that just surfaced into this world. Without needing a word, he streaked back. Away from the lifeless, unmoving Cress and the active, alive Elite Shadow.
'Yup. He just said it. He is from home. Earth. And all that does is confirm that he and me are matched to be rivals to each other. Good versus bad.' He grinded his teeth as he knew more and more of their circumstance.
'What sick god wants this to happen? Maybe ROB and BROB. And yet, I already explored just how that's just not the case.' His gray cloak had been opted away for a more traditional clothing, a shihakuso. While his original outfit was gone. What was not gone was the shadows that never seem to dissipate in the harsh light. And the smile too. It has gotten wider and wider the more you look into it.
'Shoot. No more thinking about complex situations. I just need to take in that he, and maybe me, might be the hassle to all seer powers in the world.' He braced himself for the brawl of the century.
The Elitest Shadow swung his soul forged into a blade made of cold obsidian around, leaving trails of disappearing darkness into the aether. "Yes! A katana. It was just what I envisioned it to be. A weapon worthy for me!"
"Graaaaaah!" 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. Her roar echoes throughout the landscape.
Even in distress, her beauty wasn't diminished. He would have had congratulated for making the horror style work on her if it didn't involve him being the victim of the night.
"Ah, now that I register it. Could it be? That you are my rival? Perchance, are you from Earth? Only people from that world could resist my whims." They prepared for battle. Stances at the ready, muscles flexed and senses trained to the point of moving air hurting their stimulus.
"I pray that it never will." Cracking his fingers, he was ready to die that day. If he did, then so be it. He will go into Hell and remove Satan, Lucifer and all the Goetia Demons from their thrones.
"Surprising. Here I thought you would have bantered with me more." Shadow and Cresselia turned to be as relaxed as one could ever be. They went opposite directions, circling the man with the german name.
"I would so too. Hehe. Why am I..." The urge to blanket the world with his laughs was growing and growing at a worrying rate. This type of laugh wasn't of the innocent variety.
It was the type where people laugh from being infected from the Joker's gasses. "Hehe. Hahaha..."
"You know, it's normal when people hide their real emotions with an act. It's called a facade. And you aren't fooling anybody here." He pointed his blade at the imminent mega maniacal Geist.
"Whatever you say. This feels more than fun or mania. It feels thrilling to me." He put his hand over his eyes and bent down just a bit.
"Look at me. Don't take your eyes off of me. You will die doing so." The Shadow took issue with his opponent's lack of guard.
Swinging his black blade in a downward arc, he drove that thing downwards like a falling meteor. Unshackled, the flames and thunder that shone white had imitated what was described before. It's impact was off by a couple order of magnitudes. Nevertheless, it did it's job.
"What! This wasn't what I reckon would happen!" Shadow had made his disbelief clear. Just what was he seeing that made him break his character?
On the condition that the job was failing to even inconvenience the now grinning man. "Wait, wasn't your magma in your left hand instead of your right?"
"New tricks. And on that statement before, I don't think I am..." He caught that ebony blade in between his fingers.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. All the fingers on his left hand curled into one solid ball of ass-kicking equipment. "Take!"
He would have died. He perceived that Cresselia wasn't going to lay still when he was giving her master what it meant to be beaten an inch past death and the afterlife.
He still did land that punch. It was not as hard as he would have liked. But at least, it allowed him to dodge the blow Cresselia threw at him unscathed. "Hup!"
He used Shadow's head as a perch of which upon to backflip over Shadow himself and Cresselia's swinge. From there onwards, to say all was well and good was a lie.
Cresselia went in for another strike when Geist was in the process of trying to do sick moves on them both. Geist expected this and put both arms in a defensive bearing.
Even with all the ice-blue and magma-red energies he brought to arms, infusing his already-diamond hard skin into a new level of durability and defense, the stiff-arm that Cresselia gave to him near damn separated his arms off of his body.
"Grkh!" He spewed out spit and air. His vision had grown into allowing only a small pin-prick's amount of visibility.
It didn't null his senses one bit. As the sky and ground goes by hastily, he felt a burning sensation of being doused in flames. "That bastard just sent me over mach 7!"
A vacuum of air originating from his head was generated from the speeds he was dispatched at. 'Oh. Lord. This is who I have to fight with.'
"How do I... Oh! I got an idea!" He was quite fortunate to practice his magma powers to act like jet boosters before this happen. Braving through the blazing velocity, he managed to outstretch his arm.
"Here comes the Sun. Dududururu!" Flames, lava and magma had bursted out of his hand. It didn't bear a resemblance to a jet's afterburner. Not at all.
What it did bear a resemblance to was the fires being spewed out by a dragon. It wasn't wild. It was focused. It was intended to be a megaton-grade explosion but it went in and out of reality seamlessly without even an inch of attribute displaced.
Unless you were where Geist landed and sled over. As if he was being punched by a Dragon Ball antagonist, his whole body was basically skiing on the ground.
"God... That was painful." His skills patched him up just fine. It was a shame he hadn't overlayed his hand with the soul juice that took after ice. He never will want to imagine what he will do now with a different power. He would have died right there and then as the result of such imaginary scenario.
"Hehehe. I guess this is a difference between those who are talented and those who have the combination of talent and hard work." He stood up, ever so slowly and shakily.
"Hey. Let me help you with that." Robotic. Quicker the the speed of light, he faced the robot down and made a battle stance.
Recognizing what the figure was only changed a little of his stance. "Seriously, I know Pokemons are real here. I didn't expect that your race to be here too."
"Oh. What is it. That you know about me and my race?" The being asked him in the most monotone voice his ears ever comprehended.
"It's a bit of an embarrassing story. But you come from a subtype of furries called Protogen." He explained to him. Now, relaxing to take a more embarrassed pose.
"Protogen? Hm. A fine name. But, my name is Godu. And I find it weird. Are you not worried that our enemies are about to throttle us to the afterlife?" The Protogen's face changed from a green face to an arrow pointing at the angle where Geist came rocketing in.
"I couldn't care less. When they come, they will come. Where did you even come from anyways? What's this about our enemies?" He sat down shrugging. Godu did as well.
"I am from the village. That was bombed. I had activated my emergency teleportation device. When the man you know as the Elitest Shadow dropped a nuke. On the town." An unreadable expression was emitted from Godu. It almost crashed Geist's brain.
The reason it hadn't was because Geist had realized that both of their names started with a G. At present, it was a matter of who gets a Jr. or Sr. added to their names.
"Ahem. My name is Geist. Call me... Call me G when we get the fuck out of the problem that shadow guy started and get your town justice, alright?" He lit the fires inside of his beating heart. Detached he may be. He still understood the line between bad and good.
He extended his hand towards an ally in justice. "Sounds like a good plan. Speaking about plans..." Godu accepted it.
They had little time to improvise a plan. Mercifully, it was all the time they needed in the world to make a scheme to free Cresselia out of her dark corruption.
TO BE CONTINUED
AN: I know I never did this before but I am splitting up the chapters into parts.
This arc would take probably around 10K words or less. That isn't fun to do when you have to scroll down the document to even continue the story.
And not to mention that my grammar is hot trash. Hence the parts, if I make a mistake and I found it through looking at the published chapter. I have to scroll down and find the damn thing again in the doc.
I believe that's it. This is HVERGELMIR, signing off.