"It is time, Dragor. It is time to put Xyrule and his stupid companions into their rightful place. Soon, I will be called the new King of the Universe." Flarimist was crooning softly to his messaging dragon.
"You will be a wonderful leader, Master." Dragor said, purring softly when Flarimist scratched him behind the ear. Flarimist, of course, didn't know that Dragor was faking the entire "you're a great leader" thing, but Dragor wasn't about to tell him that. He wouldn't, because he knew that if he did, Flarimist would kill him and he would never be able to see The Devil die for good.
"How will I find Flarimist?" Ash asked his mentor.
"You will not need to. He will find you first. He will perish, don't you worry about that, Ash. You can stand up to whatever he tries on you." Xyrule answered, "Speaking of which…"
Flarimist had just appeared. He was standing on Darkell's grave. Big mistake. Ash tackled him. Flarimist temporarily was paralyzed, but quickly recovered and slipped into the darkness, appearing next to Xyrule.
"I see that you haven't been able to train manners into him, Xyrule." the monster said.
"He's still young, Flarimist. He'll grow into calmness later."
"There won't be a later, Xyrule. He cannot beat me with that attitude. It will only weaken him, and make me stronger. You're lucky I'm giving these hints to you, but I think it will even out the chances a little. I always hate battles that have an obvious end."
"Did you guys forget I was here?" Ash asked, startling both quarreling Pokémon, "You act like you're related."
"We are." they said simultaneously.
"Why can't I kill him yet, Xyrule?" Ash yelled, his face flushed red.
"It is not time yet. You will be able to soon, though." Xyrule reassured his still-inexperienced friend and training partner.
"Oh, great. Now turn and talk about me as if I'm not here. I'm going back to the forest. Bye, losers." Flarimist was sounding a lot like Gary at that comment. Was he changing? He then disappeared into the shadows for the second time that day.
"Xyrule, is it possible, hypothetically, for Flarimist to change to good?" Ash turned and asked his tutor.
"I'm not sure…" Xyrule answered, letting his mind wander.
"Does Flarimist have a spy in Karkoul?"
"Yes, although who you'll have to figure out yourself. Here is the last part of your training: find out who Flarimist's spy is, and discover the truth." Xyrule said mystically.
"Huh?" Ash was confused.
"You'll find out in time."
"Aran, come here." Sarak, the Xorro, called. Aran, a blank , unblinking gaze in his eyes, obeyed.
"Yes, Master?" he asked in a hollow way.
"First, stop calling me that. Second, I have a message for you to give to Flarimist." The Xorro said the name without the fear that most other Pokémon had when they said the name, including other Xorro.
"What is the message?"
"Tell Flarimist that we are ready. He will understand it. Don't get caught, or that will be the end of you."
"Got it." Aran had been hypnotized by his own pet, who had been controlling him for some time now.
"Excellent."
"Dragor, come here and tell me, what are you hiding from me?" Flarimist told the demon from his flaming throne in the Underworld.
"Nothing, Master, except for the glee that I feel for your soon-to-be victory." the creature answered back, shakily, as usual.
"Sire, a message from Sarak!" a new voice said from the darkness.
"What is it, Aran?"
"He said, 'We are ready' and that you would understand it."
"Ah! Our trap has sprung. They will never expect this." Flarimist said, pushing a secret button on his throne's arm. A lone spirit floated into the room. Darkell's. But it was wrong. No true soul.
"Go, my little trick. Wreak havoc once again." The spirit bobbed for a second longer in the hot air, and then rose to where David's grave lay.
The ground around Darkell's tomb exploded, spraying dirt and mud everywhere.
"Whoa!" everyone exclaimed, knocked flat on their back by the detonation of dust. When the smoke cleared, they glimpsed Darkell's body rising up out of the ground, but only for a few seconds, because it swiftly floated toward the forest and disappeared.
"Darkell?" Ash asked, to anybody in general, "How?"
"It is not Darkell. Do not be fooled. It is a trick, sent by Flarimist." Xyrule said grimly.
"I don't believe you!" Ash cried, racing toward the forest.