Orιɢιɴαl Oɴe [Semi-Hiatus]

                      Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ.                                 Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ.

                          Iᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ                                                  ɢᴏᴏᴅ﹣ʙʏᴇ

   The Original gazed down at the human; well, more  of  a    human disguise— with unabashed curiosity… peppered    with wonder, and a dab of concern.  For  how  could  two    Creators exist in one realm? The multiverse was  chock    full of surprises… He would investigate thoroughly.

               But, first…

     Silence. 

     Was he staring at a clone or? He couldn’t tell. He actually had no idea what was going on. Last time that he had checked, well… He hadn’t made a duplicate of himself. Ever. And so it was a blank stare that he gave the other him. What did he even say? Could he be honest? Or was his power actually contested here? 

     "No kidding you lost your way.” He muttered in response. It was clear he was disgruntled by the other. He was uncomfortable and would want no more than to leave just then and act like this never happened. “So I suppose this is the point I either tell myself to wake up or something went wrong in the multiverse.” He crossed his arms, slightly narrowing red eyes. 

          ❝I am not usually so careless, I assure you. This             place called out to me... I cannot explain how, or             why-- but it did, and now I find myself at a loss.

            If I have caused you unrest, know that I do not             mean to bring you or your domain disharmony.❞

   Tossing His  head  to  and  fro,  Arceus  supposed  He  should    find a way to return to... the  correct  Earth. His  Earth;  where    things were normal and He wasn't forced to  face  near  mirror    image strutting about as a human. Sighing, the Original turned    to gaze at His otherworldly counterpart.

    Dean dealt with a lot of creatures. By a lot,     there was just about everything in the god     damned lore that Dean fought again. This     being from common demons to rarity of     wendigos. Hell, Dean lived to see new     creatures be created, born, raised, and     destroyed. He stood like a man who     survived war, yet he was too busying     trying to live through one. 

       Dean’s tired eyes seen too much for their own        good, and now seeing this rare creature before        him, he had yet to decide what’s good for his        own well being. English was a good sign, at least        in his book, and as the thing continued to speak,        Dean tried to take a mental note on this creature’s        exterior. Anything that could be considered a threat. 

   Arceus had to commend humanity for finding methods    to combat and destroy creatures that would otherwise    be invincible- like Himself. Lucky for them, however...    He was no threat to their lives.

          ❝Now now, there's no need for such coarse             language. I  will  give  you  your  answers.

            To those of my birthplace, I am known as             Arceus-- sans the many titles they have             graciously bestowed upon me. I travel this             world on a whim... to every quiet town and             city, I see the same pain... a decaying land,             full to the brim with hollow remains.

          ❝Property… yes, the a v a r i c e of man.             Always seeking more— no consideration             for those lives they leave in ruin. But…                       I believe you may find me most difficult to acquire!❞

   From within, 17 plates of gold shot forth;    protecting their holy host from ancient    runes which sought to imprison Him. A    blinding shine expelled what remained,    forcing dark energy back whence it came.           ❝I would not advise a second attempt.❞

・゜゜・．

٠ ＧＲＥＥＤ ٠ —— ;

                                     Spectacles would only dilate in awe before shadows                                      loomed over the avaricious expression Noah had when                                      the prodigious light dulled. So, that move could expel                                        Eibon’s magic? He supposed that would make sense,                                      the Power of Knowledge could be taken as a certain                                      darkness ( or madness ) if not used properly. && a                                      personification of a seven deadly sin was wielding it,                                      so that should count as dark, right?                                      Well, this was certainly a challenging one!! A grin spread                                      across the collector’s lips as he faced the creature once                                      more, crimson spheres gleaming with intoxicating desire,                                      the exhilaration he had whenever drawing something into                                      those pages overcoming him.                                                              His Greed began to take over.

          ❝Hmph. Greed walking among the living; as  if  autonomous.             Yet... you are driven by basest desires-- alive only as men             live. As your tainted soul demands. I wonder... will you truly             be satisfied, once you possess the Earth? Will you advance             to the cosmos? The universe itself? Until there  is  nothing             left but you... and that cursed book.

          ❝My name is a… menagerie of meanings.                            Humans do so love to complicate things.❞

   Within mere minutes, what was once a small group    of roughly ten individuals… became a sizable army.    Joining the lowly Pawns, members of higher ranks    came to lend their strength— perhaps fully realizing    this otherworldly creature they faced was worthy of    recognition… and would not go down easily.

          ❝I tire of these endeavors…                                Begone from my sight!❞

   The Alpha cast His Judgment— exploding the dark sky    into a heated fiery orb  that  reigned  down  from  above.    Rays of purest light collided with surrounding structures    and foe without  distinction-  buildings  were  pulverized    under His might, craters peppering the ground as one by     one… each wretched fiend vanished into a cloud of thorns.

   As the dust settled, He felt content in His  victory.  Maybe    now He could explore this world in peace… however, an    inconsistency still remained. Pivoting on thin air, Arceus    turned… greeted with the visage of a boy— no, not a boy…

   A hollow; a clever ruse, nearly perfect in design.

     It destroyed buildings, left craters in it’s wake, and might as well have shaken the whole world, too! If his Superior’s didn’t realize something was terribly wrong yet, they had to after that. Sora had to steady himself and wave his arms at his side to keep from falling over after that attack. Just what was he getting himself into?

      But before Sora could corridor out, the creature caught sight of him. And— Wait a second, did it seriously think Sora was a Nobody? What a load of— ohshit it’s attacking again.

      Sora ducked down into a Dodge Roll and before he realized what he was doing a Dark Roll had taken place instead. The power in his heart reacted, allowing Sora to utilize it before the strange creature’s attack landed. His roll began and darkness took hold of his form, zapping along from where he previously stood and into a fresh crater. Coming out of the Dark Roll felt hazy, but Sora didn’t have time to worry about that. Jumping to his feet, he tried yet again (how persistent).

   At the boy's plea, Arceus ceased His second volley. Upon    further inspection, this child was indeed... different. Higher    than the creatures who came from the dark. A wave of guilt    washed over Him-- He could have injured an innocent, on    a hunch alone! How impulsive... 

                  Taking another moment to compose Himself,                                       the Original bowed His head in shame.

          ❝I... am deeply sorry, young one. This world-- your home, it             unsettles me ever so. Those creatures are... equally troubling.             They have no heart, or soul... they simply are. You felt similar.             Though now I see it is only darkness shared between.             I will admit, I acted irrationally.

          ❝Collection? I am no mere object, to                             sit prettily on a shelf and collect dust.❞

・゜゜・．

                                               ❝     Don’t worry, I would never allow                                                         my property to r o t.    ❞ ٠ ＧＲＥＥＤ ٠  —— ;                                           These were the only words Noah offered                                          before he had unhooked the Book of Eibon                                          from his waist in a swift motion, only to hold                                          it above his head as a circle of symbols began                                          to form around the creature.  

          ❝Property... yes, the a v a r i c e of man.             Always seeking more-- no consideration             for those lives they leave in ruin. But...

                      I believe you may find me most difficult to acquire!❞

   From within, 17 plates of gold shot forth;    protecting their holy host from ancient    runes which sought to imprison Him. A    blinding shine expelled what remained,    forcing dark energy back whence it came.

   Ancient orbs glittered with mirth— the little    forest fairy was  charming  company…  so    energetic and full of life, just like the home    they so stalwartly tended.

❝Yes, Lord Arceus. It may be a hard job, but we make sure everything is in order. I even make sure those who come into the forest are kept an eye on to make sure they don’t disturb the peace. Any of those that wish to do so are forced out by myself, Suicune, or the help of the Pokémon. I make sure to even bond with every Pokémon. From the day of their birth to their passing.❞

    It was always sad to see his loyal friends go, but he knew that with their passing, they were happy. As the guardian and the voice of the forest, it was his job to make sure all was well and happy. He was there when a new egg was hatched, when there was a conflict between two or more Pokémon, healed them when hurt, and there at their side in their final moments.

   The God's eyes became foggy, old grief rising to    the surface coupled with older memories. A man,    bearing a resolve so great it would be sin to deny    him his wish... a savoir. A ｆｒｉｅｎｄ.