Happiness is an Illusion

It all began in the year 1734, in the town of Castelia. Still a humble, but bustling port town, it was a center for trade of all kinds. Out of the many people in the town however, none caught more attention than Lillia. She was an incredibly beautiful woman, only in her younger twenties with fair, blonde hair, light skin, an hour glass figure, she had it all. It was no wonder that she was the talk of the town between the men. Everyone attempted to woo her in some way, in hopes that she’d be their bride someday. In this day and age, women were still seen as property, much like a lot of Pokemon were. Lillia refused however, waiting someday for the man of her dreams to appear before her.

And appear before her she did. The man she chose to marry was an incredibly wealthy scholar that had studied in Kalos for several years before returning back to Unova. Their marriage went well, and they quickly started making their life together with a small ranch. Unfortunately, the man of her dreams slowly started to bore her as he preferred his studies over her. It caused her to slip out at night and seek other pleasures that she could rarely have with her husband.

One day her husband found out that Lillia was pregnant. Believing it was his child, he was overcome with joy at the thought of having an heir to their family. Lillia knew the child wasn’t his, but kept quiet about it regardless, in fear of what might happen in retaliation. However, once the child was born, it became quite clear that the baby wasn’t his. The child, a baby boy, resembled the butcher’s son much more than him. Overcome with rage, Lillia's husband ran her and her baby out of the house, telling her to never return. Lillia went to wandering the streets, doing what she could to take care of her new child who, despite being illegitimate, she loved very much.

Seeing his wife and her child still doing alright even in the streets infuriated her husband. So he quickly deviated a plan to get his revenge on her. Using his knowledge of Kalos and the practically unknown Fairy types, he convinced a good portion of the town that the Fairy type Pokemon were elusive and vicious. He told everyone they were known to steal illegitimate children away to eat, and shapeshift into the child’s form to take its place so it may eat the parent later. Given the time period, and the overwhelming amount of superstition the people already had, they believed the husband’s story hook line and sinker. They quickly raised arms to kill the changeling baby so it wouldn’t bring harm to their town.

Poor Lillia was unaware of what her husband had done, so when a large group of townspeople crowded her and tried to steal her baby away, she did her best to run, fear in her eyes of what was happening. Though she wasn’t able to outrun them and her poor baby was ripped from her hands. She pleaded desperately for them to give him back to her, tears in her eyes, but all they told her it was for her own good. Lillia then watched in horror as her own child was beaten to death in front of her very eyes. It could be said that something snapped inside her mind that day. Something shifted enough to emotionally break her. Her child wasn’t even given a funeral, as the townspeople feared that honoring a changeling’s death would only attract more to their town.

After that day, Lillia went to wandering the town day and night. No one ever saw her sleep or eat, as she just walked to and fro muttering things to herself all the while. Eventually someone got worried enough to try and explain to her that what they did was for her own good. They had saved her from a changeling Fairy type Pokemon that was going to eat her. Lillia stared at the man with dead eyes and asked him where he’d heard such an obscure story. As soon as the man mentioned her husband, her eyes widened in shock. Of course…It all made sense now. She hastily took her leave, with no one seeing her for the rest of the day. That evening however, Lillia, already borderline insane after losing her child, snuck into her husband’s house and stabbed him to death in revenge for what he’d done. The next morning, the townspeople only found the man’s dead body in his home. Both his head and Lillia were both gone…It took the rest of the day to search, but eventually with thanks to the Herdier of a few people, they found Lillia curled up in the middle of the forest. She appeared to be coddling the severed head of her husband like a newborn baby, while muttering incoherent words to it.

Lillia was caught without much resistance and sentenced to be executed for her crime. In that day and age, it only meant one thing: being beheaded. She didn’t care at this point though, she’d done what she’d wanted to do. When the axe was raised above her head, she merely closed her eyes and waited for it to end. The axe came down and then.

Darkness.

How long she’d been dead for, she didn’t know. All she remembered was somehow regaining consciousness again. She was in a place she’d never seen before, in a body she was unfamiliar with. It took her a few minutes to process what had happened: she’d turned into a Yamask. The rumors about them being the souls of dead people appeared to be true. At first she anguished and lamented over her second chance at life. She didn’t want it, she wanted to just stay dead. It eventually drove her over the edge as she started taking her misery out on other people. She made people come to fear ghosts in the region to the best of her ability.

As the centuries passed, her hatred and anger only grew. She started to forget her sense of who she was, her memories, her gender, everything. She was nothing more than hatred incarnated into a Pokemon at this point. Her evolution into a Cofagrigus only cemented everything. It decided to go by a different name at this point, its old name having been forgotten long ago: