#⊱ 《 there's a special place in the distortion world for you ;; cyrus tag 》

[spacialrxnd-moving]

       I felt like writing a little thing so here's a cut. I guess I'll put this under the HC tag, but this is basically Palkia's perspective of moments before and after being summoned by Cyrus, as well as the event itself.

       Hordes of Unown twirled through the realm, creating strange, unnatural spiraling patterns, circling through the air, their illusions fading in and out as their psychic power fluctuated. Tracking the entities with emotionless red eyes, a behemoth hovered far below, not beyond the notice of said entities, who kept their distance. The deity was unsure if their only company in this strange realm could feel, but if they did, they would guess that the Unown were feeling wary of the one who held total control over this world.

       As the Unown began to spiral away, the deity felt a slight twinge of amusement, looking at the orbs of a water-like substance around them. The closest description that could be thought of upon seeing one such orb would be a "bubble." These were not quite bubbles, though. For one thing, they would be completely solid and smooth if the species that had invented the word "bubble" were to touch them. Palkia could phase through them without even thinking about it, but they could also pop these if they so desired, completely destroying the spatial stability of a dimension, or, in some cases, destroying the dimension altogether.

       The massive dragon that had been watching the Unown now took off towards the horizon of this realm. Of course, there was nothing beyond the Spatial World. The Spatial World was the boundaries of the universe, and the largest world to exist. And the world expanded, making room for new dimensions to be created. Palkia began to pick up their pace, then-

       "I command that you unleash your power for me.. PALKIA, the mythical Pokemon, and the master of space and dimensions!"

       The rip in the quiet dimension that allowed the voice to come through was so quick that they had no time to even think before a horrifyingly familar object slung through the hole and snaked around their body, coiling tightly around their neck like an extremely large Seviper. They let out a furious cry, struggling against the chain very briefly, before the power wrapped itself around their brain, suppressing their willpower, forcing them to emerge from the hole, where they saw their controller. A blue-haired man with eyes that were like malicious blue cyclones, burning with the intent to control everything around him.

       They already hated him. Why had they been brought here? The chain did not allow Palkia to look, but they could sense the presence of Dialga beside them, equally enraged by the sudden summoning of this man who clearly intended no good, judging by the look in his eyes. Just brushing the surface of his mind was enough to tell the deity that his name was Cyrus, and he was more hate-filled than even he was willing to accept. They couldn't move, they couldn't cry out, they couldn't even blink. All that was heard was the wind battering the ancient ruins. The man began to speak, his voice slow and ominous, causing the deity's heart to race with horror and anger, faster and faster with each word.

       "I've waited so long for this moment, DIALGA and PALKIA. Shaping this world is a double spiral of time and space. Yes, the very things you have the ability to control!" And something that you will never be able to fully control regardless of whether you have us, with your ignorance and hatred.

       "You will do my bidding! I will have your abilities as mine! With the power I wield, I will create an entirely new world!" How pathetic. You're so insignificant and weak that you must force others to do your dirty work for you. They tried to open their mouth to hiss at him, but the chain subdued them, forcing them to watch, unable to tear their eyes or their will away from this abomination of human kind..

       "The incomplete and ugly world we have now can disappear. I am resetting everything to zero. Nothing can remain. It is all for making the ultimate world. A world of complete perfection. Nothing so vague and incomplete as spirit can remain." How could a single human being be so hypocritical? His disdain towards spirit was founded by spirit. How dare this man look down on spirit when spirit was the only reason he was standing here today? His spirit, his emotions, were the only reason he could hate spirit, or regard it as an ugly thing. Yet, he was the one making this world so incomplete and ugly.

       Spirit..

       The wind stopped, and the man looked up towards the sky. A yellow light flashed high above their heads, briefly illuminating the pillar. Followed by a pink light, and then lastly, a blue light. They could not look up to see their younger siblings, the ones who embodied spirit, and the ones that must have been used to create the horrible chain. Normally, they would have felt relief at the sight. However, this time, it just made the presence of Dialga feel so much heavier. No no no no no..

       "...I should have expected as much. UXIE, 'The Being of Knowledge.' AZELF, 'The Being of Willpower.' And MESPRIT, 'The Being of Emotion.'" There was a slight hardening of the tone on the last word. Of course. Why wouldn't there be, given his hatred of the emotions he saw as disgusting? Congratulations, Cyrus. You knew mythology that was taught to toddlers. Want a medal?

       Three piercing cries rang out over head, and the ghost of a smirk flickered over the man's face. Oh, they wanted to claw that smug expression of his face so, so badly. "The Pokemon have come to protect Sinnoh? Pathetic and worthless. It takes the three of them, the three lake Pokémon that symbolize spirit, to balance either the Pokemon of time or space. But they can't maintain balance against the two. Not when both DIALGA and PALKIA are here. Their coming here is in vain. So much meaningless drama."

       Dialga and Palkia knew it. As did the lake guardians. Palkia knew the trio would try their absolute hardest, and if they did not succeed, Arceus would arrive to interfere themselves. There was nothing to worry about.. right? They suddenly realized that someone was in their peripheral view. A child? What was a child doing here? Cyrus turned to look at the tiny human. The human that seemed so.. out of place, in comparison to the freakish man and his other awestruck followers.

       "Now, child. You've constantly interfered with my plans, but you will be forgiven. After all, there will remain no spirit for all time when I am done. All spirit will disappear. It will be ripped away... From you! From your Pokemon! From those precious to you...! It is time! My dream will be my reality!" So this.. child.. was on their side. These were situations that children should have never dreamt of, let alone have been trying to stop. But here there was, a trainer who looked to be no older than 13. They could feel their powers being put to use, space beginning to distort and collapse as he spoke, just as an agonizing but familiar pressure filled the area. It shouldn't have been them. Where was Arceus? If the creator was watching, they didn't reveal themselves. Had they abandoned them all? The man halted, perplexed. Ha.

       "What is this pressure I feel...? Something... is enraged?"

       A hole opened right between Cyrus and the two deities that he was so determined to control. A black, empty hole, with a pair of glowing red eyes within it. Slowly, so slowly, a massive shadow began to rise out of it, wings folded tightly against their back, distortions pulsing through the ruins, bending the stone pillars in unnatural ways that Palkia itched to fix immediately. They edged back alongside Dialga under Cyrus' command, and watched disdainfully.

       "Interesting. So there is a Pokemon that can only appear as a shadow." Dialga and Palkia were forced to edge forward. Palkia could feel the power surging up into their claws, hating every bit of that moment, trying so hard to break free of the Red Chain's oppressive power. The shadow creature's furious eyes rested on their subdued siblings briefly, before they looked at Cyrus again, flaring open their wings. He simply snorted. "Regardless, the effort is rash and foolish. I have harnessed the powers of DIALGA and PALKIA.." The shadowy creature drew their wings back, solid red spikes fading to a fiery gradient.

       "I, Cyrus, won't have any more interferererererere...!"

       Then that horrible, suppressive feeling was gone, and their distortions immediately faded, leaving only the distortions of the one who had saved them. They were free, and they were up in the sky as soon as they could move. They looked down towards the portal below them, where the lake trio was now descending down. Palkia watched as Uxie and Azelf dove in. Mesprit appeared in front of the child and the Sinnohan Champion, and asked them for help. They watched the three enter the Distortion World together. "Good luck," they whispered.

       Giratina. Palkia never thought they would see their sibling on such terms. They looked up towards the sky, and picked up their pace, breaking the sound barrier in a matter of seconds. The deity shot away from the planet they had been summoned to, eventually stumbling across an asteroid large enough for them to settle on. They folded their wings around themselves, floating in a defensive ball as they shuddered, the aftereffects of the Red Chain kicking it, intense energy zapping at their shoulders, triggering every nerve that it got near. They flinched, curling deeper into the asteroid and closing their eyes.

       The audacity of humans. To have an entire universe handed to them on a silver platter, only for them to not be satisfied, and they demanded more and more of their creators. Palkia snarled angrily. Greedy creatures. Sometimes they wished they could just punish humanity for being so greedy and ungrateful, and then they remembered, not all humans were that way. But some of them certainly were.

       Humans like that disturbed them more than a lot of things did. Even worse, humans that managed to get as far as that freakish blue-haired man did.. they scared Palkia, a lot more than they would admit. How were the nice humans doing in that torn, unstable world? Were they safe? The deity hoped so. Settling their head on their tail, Palkia closed their eyes and fell deep into slumber, not feeling strong enough to move any further at a time like this.