Deicide
~Whomsoever fights against the object of their hatred, should take care that they don't become the hated, for the universe is a great lover of ironies, and we are mere bodies of dust, always at its mercy and to be molded at its leisure.~
Chapter 1:
Anathema
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They brought him to the world and stripped him of his free will. Now they dared take everything away from him.
The flames that ate the forest of Mt. Quena and the final explosions of the destroyed military vehicles muffled the death throes of its inhabitants. The blood and fat on the corpses of his people and the human invaders burbled from the heat. The stench of their dripping iron assaulted his nostrils, and the insult of their deaths broke whatever remained of his carbon copy of a heart.
The clone growled as he tightened his tridactyl grip on the throat of his tormentor, the man who was the investor behind his creation, the man who had almost manipulated him to do his bidding with false promises.
The man who he had almost called 'master'.
"Why did you do this?"
The man coughed and sputtered under the death grip before grinning. He pulled out a thin object from his pocket and stabbed the psychic's hand with it, drawing a tiny bead of blood for his effort before throwing the object away.
Mewtwo creased his brow in disgust at the pettiness behind such a futile action, it was insulting. "Why go so far to provoke my ire…Giovanni?"
"To remind you of your place in this world, clone. And it won't end with me—Agh—Legends of Mew and Mewtwo have spread all about the World, and trainers are in a constant search for the two of you…It's unfortunate she had to die though—Gugh!"
The clone snarled and tossed the man toward one of the few unburnt trees. The head of the Rocket organization smacked it with a sickening crunch and slid to the ground, groaning in pain.
"Is that some kind of joke you piece of shit!?"
Giovanni coughed out blood and gave him a red-stained grin. "My, where did you get such vocabulary? You almost sound huma—" He gasped as Mewtwo sunk a foot into his stomach and glared at him in fury.
"I am not human."
"Agh!—Hagh—…But…you're no pokémon either."
Mewtwo further crushed the man's abdomen, eliciting a yelp in pain. "That's not for you to decide."
"But the truth can never be changed. So what…will you do now? Knowing that you'll forever be hunted despite my death? Forever to be considered by humans a trophy worth conquering?—Nnn—You have nothing left to protect now—"
'Crack'
Giovanni screamed as Mewtwo crushed his bottom ribs and stomach.
"You've seen to that, yet you came here personally, risking yourself in the attempt to recapture me…Why?"
The ex-viridian gym leader vomited out chunky blobs of red. "—Blugh—You're a psychic…Why don't you…use such power to find out?"
"With how I'm barely restraining myself from just outright ripping your fucking throat out…I suppose it would be a waste of an opportunity. Both the psychic barriers around your mind at the time and the psycho-armor you once had me in, prevented me from reading you before I simply left. But I've since then become much stronger. I just don't like the idea of bearing witness to the mental contents of a twisted maniac."
"—cough—Then…You'll never have your answer."
Mewtwo hesitated for a moment, before removing his foot from the crushed human and focusing his mind.
His mental probe struck and pierced the criminal boss's mental barrier…And he regretted it.
Dead pokémon with parts of them cruelly cut out of extreme avarice, with the rest unceremoniously dumped on the side to rot and decay, stripped of their flesh and dignity. Mass pokémon cullings from deforestation and land clearing to build on top of, while the dead and captured homeless creatures were sold for profit to aid in the effort, ending up as pelts, garments, and trinkets to be worn around the necks of fat blubbering business tycoons and their snobbish petty spouses. Pokémon were emotionally manipulated into overwork for the energy sustenance of entire city blocks and districts. Extreme blood sport for the consumption of mass media and entertainment. They were even treated as food when lower animals still exist in the World with entire industries dedicated to them for human consumption, so why pokémon who were clearly sapient!? There were even some pokémon who were forced into horrid depravities and atrocities; all forms of abuse.
And then…there were the wars.
Entire wars between humans fought with the use of pokémon as their weapons to the utmost extreme. So many deaths with so many pokémon needlessly thrust in the middle of it for human self-righteousness and vainglory.
And Giovanni was…No.
"No! It can't be!"
"Oh yes, it can."
He attempted to withdraw from the man's mind but something tethered itself to his psyche and latched on in desperation, like the claws of a wild hungry animal scraping at his sanity to have a taste of his individuality.
Mewtwo screamed and Giovanni's words echoed in every corner of his consciousness.
"You were created to be the World's most powerful pokémon…But there are still those out there that are superior to you, those that have been worshipped and revered as flawless paragons by hypocritical and blasphemous humans for countless centuries until today…Prove them wrong, and vengeance is yours…Your true purpose, Mewtwo…"
Then his voice repeated over and over, with multiple echoes of the same motto layering over each other:
"To protect the world from devastation."
Mewtwo squeezed his temples in anguish. "No…"
"To unite all peoples within our nation"
"No…No…"
"To prevent the destruction of the Earth"
"No!"
"To protect the peace of the—"
"Nooo!"
Mewtwo held out a hand and unleashed a huge brilliant plasmatic beam, engulfing a grinning Giovanni in it—
'Boom!'
The blast illuminated the area, putting the flames to shame, and shaking the ground. The dust settled with the wind blowing it away to reveal the tree and part of the ground had been wholely annihilated by his attack…which meant that Team Rocket's leader, was no more.
Yet still, vestiges of Giovanni's voice whispered in his head.
"You could never be our equal…Because you are 'above' us…you…are a god."
Mewtwo, with his head aching incomprehensibly, stumbled across the devastated battlefield to the center of Mt. Quena, an empty lake where a Rocket aircraft vaporized all of its water with a devastating attack…
There, in the middle, was a slab of rock jutting out higher than what used to be the lake floor.
A small figure lay on it, lifeless and gray; void of her radiant pink joy.
He stood above her now, gazing into closed eyes with the futile hope that they'd open again, expecting her to play one of her silly pranks and spring up with energy like she usually would.
Nothing.
"A god doesn't need friends…What he needs are subjects who fear and worship him…"
Shut up.
He knelt over her body and took her into his arms. The tears of anguish bled out, blurring his vision of the mortal wounds that took her life. His shoulders spasmed and his chest hurt.
Mewtwo never was one for demonstrating his emotions or showing affection. Always serious, dull, and composed, the reverse polarity of his progenitor, who was always saccharine, maternal, and bubbly. This did not mean to say she was unwise. Far from it, her jovial nature was a result of endless curiosity despite countless millennia's worth of observation and experience. She had been the one to convince him to give them another chance…He had his doubts, but he listened to the wisdom of his ancestral mother…
And the result was her death.
For all his cold maturity, he sobbed, hicked, and cried over her as a child would over his dead mother, lost without her comforting presence and guidance. He screamed to the heavens that it was unfair. What kind of god would allow this?
"Move onward…return to what you set out to do."
He sniffed and crudely wiped the tears away.
A pale-blue light of psychic energy lined her body as he caused her to levitate. He focused whatever humidity was in the air, telekinetically piled on some rocks all around her small figure, covering her entirely, and pulled all of the flames over from the burning forest, concentrating them into a hot soldering beam.
Protecting her body with a form-fitted barrier and through a sped-up alchemical process of heating, liquid, and mineral dissolving, he encased her within a brilliant, transparent crystalline cocoon. He tempered it enough to make it withstand even the most intense and concentrated of destructive energies. It was impenetrable and indestructible, blessed with pure water from the skies and with protective psycho-seals so that no malignant spirit could simply phase through and tamper with her body.
A beautiful tomb for the deceased vessel of the world's last innocent and pure soul.
It also meant there would be no more pure specimen extraction for cloning as the humans would often do. He had gathered he wasn't the only abomination to grace the Earth with their ungodly presence.
He gazed upon her regal pure form that was now immortalized in the crystal.
She was wise…But it seems her ancestral wisdom held no weight in what the world has become today…Mew was too good for it…
It was time for a new era, an era that would see the humans punished for their double standards, one that would see these so-called 'gods' castigated for indulging and reveling in their endless adoration.
Blood dripped on the earth from how hard he gripped his hands.
They will pay…They will all pay.
"Yes…Let the rage consume you…Let her death be the heralding of your rebirth!"
"Shut up! Raagh!"
Unable to contain his anger anymore, Mewtwo soared into the sky, away from the tomb, and with a dragged-out roar unleashed his power at the sky as though challenging the gods themselves. Dark bolts of energy crackled around him and split the darkening air. He continued incessantly roaring in defiance of the voice in his head and the agony that fate had presented him with.
The thunder clouds themselves roiled and twisted, swirling down and enshrouding him. His body was on fire, his nerves writhed psychotically, and his veins threatened to explode as his blood curdled under the pressure of neurosis.
Something sharp stabbed its way out of his left shoulder and punctured his skin with a horrid splatter. It continued to slide its way out, enough to jut out of his left pectoral and trapezium.
It was an excruciating manifestation of his broken heart.
He blasted the clouds away with a dark pulsating wave lined with electric wrath, finally winded at his outburst. Mewtwo heaved in exhaustion, but he definitely needed that…Though he felt different, somehow—
A dark grey hand came into his vision as he lifted his hand to touch his temple, shocking him for a moment before realizing it was his own.
What?
He zoomed out of the sky, dragging down a chunk of ice he created with the air humidity and stopped at an indentation on the patchy ground. He placed the ice within the sunken area and melted it to create a puddle reflecting the dim sky, and now his image.
In place of his alabaster skin was now a dark grey, with his belly and tail a desaturated purple-slate color, except for the better part of his tail tip which glowed and pulsated with a hot amber light. Now he identified the thing that had stabbed through his shoulder and chest earlier. It was a crystalline bone-like structure of the same amber color as his tail tip. His horns were slightly longer, and his face was now a dark grey, like the thunder clouds above. The only things that hadn't changed were his amethyst eyes, a remnant of his former self.
"What…What the hell happened."
Mewtwo remembered the futile attack Giovanni dared against his hand with that object, and how it punctured his skin ever so slightly. Now it made sense…
"What the hell have you done to me!?" He yelled, almost not expecting an answer in his delirium.
"A parting gift from me…this is your glorious rebirth…and this is just the beginning…for there are heights of power that you are yet still destined to reach."
"So even now after your death, I yet fall to your grand designs and schemes!? Did you plan this all along!?"
"Read through my memories, before I completely fade…For they will guide you…"
"To what!?"
"...The unity of the World, through your retribution…"
Mewtwo gazed at the reflection of his new form once more…
"...Damn it!" He splashed the reflective water in disgust and leaned up straight.
He levitated all about Mt. Quena in search of any signs of life. Anything at all would be a welcome sight, any clone or pokémon that had found sanctuary amongst his rank.
There was nothing but empty smoking husks of the invading militia vehicles, like dead giant beasts of destruction, with the cursed red 'R' emblazoned on them. Corpses of both pokémon and humans alike were strewn about in all sorts of conditions. He couldn't detect a single bio-signature nor mental wavelength.
He circled back to the lake-crater, wafting through remnants of tall grass—
'Baddum'
He gasped at the sudden beating and wavelength that could only mean life. Mewtwo dashed toward it. Its emanating frequency was weak, but it was close.
'Baddum'
Now there were two frequencies, though the second was stronger than the last if barely.
Mewtwo made it to the outer rim of the burnt forest, close to a mountainous outcropping. There was a mossy cave that could fit a large pokémon in there.
The two entities were inside.
"Come out. It's just me, Mewtwo."
Some muffled steps resounded as they rushed out of the cave.
Out came a rosy-pink pokémon roughly half his height and rotund with flat clumsy feet. He exhaled in gladness almost wondering if had held his breath for the entire time.
It was Elga, one of the few chansey he knew of from the inhabitants of Mt. Quena, and aside from her usual personal little egg in her pouch, to his surprise, in her little stubby hands, she carried a larger pokémon egg. It was ivory white.
"M-master Mewtwo…Is…Is that you?" She managed to squeak out in fright.
"Yes, Elga, it's me."
She seemed unsure. "You look…Different."
For a moment he gazed at himself. "Yes, Giovanni did this to me, though I don't feel off or anything, at least for now. He's dead, and so is Team Rocket, at least this bunch anyway."
Her long beady eyes watered at the sight of him. "Oh, master…I'm so sorry, I-I couldn't do anything else in the attack but save this egg."
"So it isn't yours?"
"No…"
That crushed his heart even more than it already was. A child to be left without their parents, who were undoubtedly deceased from the attack.
"I see…But by saving that egg, you've already done more than I have…I couldn't even save her…"
He tensed his fist at the reminder.
"You mean…Mistress Mew?"
"Yes…"
"Oh no…" Elga was just short of crying, still clearly shaken from the invasion. She must've concealed herself in that cave the whole time, terrified. Poor thing. She lifted her gaze with a speck of hope. "Are you sure she's—"
He breathed in. "Yes. There's nothing you can do. The best we can do now is leave this place…" He gazed into the sky. "I have plans for a counterattack against the humans. They will pay dearly for this act, them and their precious gods who so openly tolerate the existence they've led at our expense."
"W-what? Was it the humans in general and not just Team Rocket?"
"I don't know. Someone must've known about our location and sold us out. There is no other way they could've found us…Not unless…"
"Unless what?"
He only gave her an empty look. "Nothing. We need to leave. I'm afraid if I stay here any longer, I may just go insane."
"Where will we go?"
"You needn't worry about that. I will take you and the egg somewhere safe, and then I will begin making preparations to retaliate. Come, let us go."
With nonchalant effort, he levitated Elga and the egg high above Mt. Quena.
"But first…"
He extended a hand and channeled his psychic power toward the rivers surrounding the mountain.
Bit by bit, he accumulated the water running from every channel, levitated the enormous blobs of water that defied gravity, and combined them into one supermassive body of water, enough to flood the entire crater top of Mt. Quena.
He lowered it, before releasing it below him and allowed the water to cascade and crash down, flushing and washing away all of the blood, destruction, wrecked vehicles, aircraft, and corpses, all while filling up the dry lake where…Mew lay, in her crystal tomb.
The lake filled up, and his progenitor disappeared beneath the waters, hopefully never to be disturbed again…
"Farewell…Mew…"
After shedding a tear, Mewtwo, alongside Elga and the egg, flew away from their old home.
I swear they will pay…They will all pay, and I'll crush anyone who dares stand in my way…
Even the gods themselves…
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Hellooo here's a surprise, hope you enjoyed.
Deicide*: What is meant by deicide? Definition of deicide 1 : the act of killing a divine being or a symbolic substitute of such a being. 2 : the killer or destroyer of a god.
AN:
Maybe not the most original buuut— A New story prompt that came to my head. What d'yall think? If I get enough support, I may continue it, though I will also be focusing heavily on my other and MAIN fic, 'Nerve Dead' (If you like this edge-fest, Go check that one out too!)
Question-prompts
—No, I'm not wanking Mewtwo up, Giovanni even stated that some 'others' are stronger than him. Of course…That's the point of interest, how the hell is Mewtwo going to do…Whatever the fuck he's planning to do. (Or at least I think, I dunno' maybe you're just in it just cause' Mewtwo and who give's a shit about the rest? I can dig that.)
—Yes, it's M rated for (potential) Major fucking deaths, gore and stuff, and Murphy's Law (Hell, this first part already has one right off the bat, fffuck! Ahhh! :x ). Story may be very triggering, but chill it's just fanfic man, it's not canon and it's AU. We all have our favorites.
—No, No Ash. This is very early development and while this will contain human elements in it and possibly other canon characters, it's heavily pokémon oriented. This is a tentative piece of work, which means it's subject to change…But no Ash, he can't possibly be waltzing around at the right/wrong place at the right/wrong time at every single moment where there's a crisis in some part of the world like your typical pokémon movie, he may as well be PokéJesus for fuck's sake. I don't hate him at all, but, no, just no. Don't expect it beyond maybe a mentioning of his name or something.
Anyway, Thanks for reading, let me know what you think. Have a good day/night.