Ask Pokemon Satan

[The creature seemed.. Morbidly intrigued at the mention of 'monsters'. Gods, seen as monsters? Oh, how the creature enjoyed— though it's face and eyes did not share or show the enjoyment— such a concept. It made a motion that asked to elaborate on these.. God monsters. Godsters.]

✧ Ambrosia used Moon Blast to try and scare away the Giratina. She did not seem to like any legendaries. ✧

[Oh.. Another do-gooding self-righteous mother, is she? Doing everything she saw as just and proper? However, forgotten by the things she saw as mistakes? Oh, how truly sad. Utterly pathetic, even. If this mother so saw itself as something worth remembering, why did she not usher in her presence sooner? Bring 'balance' sooner? Even then, this 'balance'.. Oh, how the creature hoped it would be something of malicious and sinister profit, as an outsider looking in. Was it not?]

“First of all, I never said the mistakes I saw were mine. Second, Avrulian is using all of his power to keep me contained, we’re of equal strength so if I were to try and break out it wouldn’t work, I’ve already tried and exhausted myself. In order to bring about balance I must first strengthen my hold on Adith, I am able to  communicate with my helpers down on earth but I must have them gather more power for me in order to exhaust Avrulian and escape.”

“But I must admit some of it is a wish to exact vengeance.”

@askpokesatan >

[What a curious little alien this was. A blue, long thing to represent the feeling of hope. What was the point? Hope as a concept in and of itself was a frail thing, easy to shatter if one prodded it in the right place. Was the creature that represented it just as weak? The creature entertained the thought with light pokes to the blue one, seemingly attempting to 'shatter' them. It really did not think highly of the concept they represented, obviously.]

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[@daily--arceus] "I'LL BITE. 'How to Care For the Self-Alleged Pokemon Satan'; YOU DON'T."

[Disgust. Definitely disgust. It was a very familiar feeling, and obviously the creature felt no reason to hold back it's disgust from showing. Perhaps it was the likeness to itself that made the beast disgusted. Alas, this creature was.. Capable. In one way that it was interested in; portals. Portals to other universes. Now, if it had such a power in it's grasp, nothing would be left untarnished. But what does this mutant use such a power for? Adventures? What sort of use was that? It judged.]

The hybrid sensed she was being watched. At first, she assumed it was just another legendary or deity pokemon who had picked up on her presents.Normally she could handle a pokemon who saw her as disgusting or wrong, but this was diffrent, this was no ordinary creature. The normally unwavered hybrid suddenly broke as she could feel the creatures power and disgust as it watched her.

She had never felt such fear before, even though she knew the creature could not reach her. She tried her best to block the connection, but she was so afraid that she was unable to do so.

Melox was so lost in fear that she didn’t notice the familiar pokemon coming to her assistance.

To Be Continued…

[Oh. A mutant. A mutant with a deity's gene. Like it was cursed to always worship the thing that it pseudo appeared. Truly, what a horrible life. A horrible life like that must have had a cause, though. Was it thrust upon them through birth and genetics? Were they 'blessed' with such a thing from Rayquaza? How? Whatever the cause of the mutation, the creature held horrid, demeaning pity for the fluffy green thing.]

Curse? Yome thought. If she were younger, she might have thrown her life away over such words. Even now, she dared let her anger shine through her, though steeped - suffocated, even - in the sense that this Pokemon could obliterate her if it had the slightest interest.

“Why wonder? You must know well how Eevees evolve. 5 of them go through an incredibly changing evolution when exposed to mere, common, elemental rocks…

“And the other three go through full-body transformations by getting a little emotional under the right conditions. So…

“Give a young Eevee 10 years alone with a god, who used to overflow with its own potent life energy. You can see for yourself how that turned out.”