Revenge is a dish best served Cold

“I know, of course, I am merely saying I enjoyed it more than I’ve expected.” Lusamine chuckles, pressing her forehead at his shoulder to hide the blush forming at his question.

“Truthfully, it has been several years already since I’d last… done something like this that I simply have not thought about protection–are you… opposed to the possibility of… a child between us?” Now that she’d voiced out her concern, she felt truly embarrassed.

“I… would love a babe with the color of your hair.” She said quietly, burying her face further into him. “I am not sure though if this body of mine is still capable.” Not to mention if it would happen, she and the child would be at risk.

“I see. But you’re so natural at it.” Even using that word in a normal way made him cringe. Natural was such a dirty, failure of a word. Nonetheless, she was still really pleasuring regardless of being out of practice--same with himself, but perhaps all those years of holding it in allowed them to let loose and go further beyond their normal ability.

“A child between two of the most powerful people within the world.” And two of the most evil. This child was either going to be worse or the brightest light ever that even Necrozma would get its fill while it explodes with more and more light--disgusting.

His words rang in her ears. She could feel it. The anger, the hate… the power.

The power was euphoric. All this time, Gift had grown as a child, barely able to take care of herself, having to depend on others. And now, with a flick of her hand or a flex of her mind, the Alola Region could be changed, shaped in her very image. It felt good. Void had finally grown past even her own mother- strong, with a willpower to match.

“Mhm… mhmhehehehe…”

“What is there to preserve? This world is filthy and disgusting, full of weak people who must be shown the error of their ways. And now… I can succeed where even my Mother failed… the Alola Region will become beautiful. It will be purified, shown the error of its ideals and shown the path to the truth. Then, the entire world will follow.”

“Now then… what is they bidding, my master?”

“Music to my ears. However, you are in no shape to take on a region by yourself. Where you have unlocked the shackles that bound you, you still have no knowledge of what you are capable of, or how to manipulate the aura around us.”

Ghetsis walks up to Gift and places a hand onto her shoulder. A fine apprentice she would make. But this location was not good for training. There was far too much light and purity. No, they needed a better location. He will demonstrate some power to her, power that only he and the Shadow Triad could control--and soon Gift as well. 

A wave of his hand and the two were enveloped in a bitch black cloud, the light around them being completely scuffed out. No sound could be heard, no sight could be seen. There was only nothingness in this temporary abyss, until they would flash back into another area filled with light.

The sky was covered in dark clouds as the two stood in front of a temple built around a desert. This temple was black with red flashes pulsed through it. The area was abandoned after the organisation that had used it was defeated. However, there was so much negative energy in this location, in this region, that it was perfect to train.

Everyone: FUCK NOOOOOO!

Gift was unable to continue. She couldn’t breathe and she had lost all sensation. But if she were to give up now, how could she face anyone? The friends who had led her down this path didn’t want her, and if she showed Ghetsis she wasn’t worthy, well then that was that, wasn’t it? No one would want her, not a single soul.

“I can’t give up!”

Using all her might, she lifted herself. Gift ignored the pain as it was nothing she had not lived through. A dark figure that approached was running toward her, and with all of the might she could muster, the young woman shoved it away, then made a bee line for what she deemed the exit.

Upon coming to from the fading white light, she noticed she was on the ground, drenched in water. Where it had come from, Gift had no clue. Touching her brow, she found it was sweat. Her body was heavy and sore, but her mind felt clearer, as if she could reach out and lift an object with her mind.

Was this truly a power meant for humankind?

“…That good enough for you?” she asked, a lot more bravely than she actually felt.

Hours had passed since Void Vecta had sacrificed Gift into the Unown realm. Normally, a child would be slowly taught the ways of Aura, growing up to know it as second nature, but Lillie was far too old for such a thing at this point. A young child knew not human law and regulations, but only innate nature. This method was risky, many dying from it. The chances of success were slim to none... but he would call himself impressed seeing her shoot out of Cofagrigus in a burst of energy laying on the ground coming back to this reality.

“Well done Gift. You’ve unlocked the door and walked through. Now you have entered a room without walls. The destination you seek, what is it? Do you choose the path of a Guardian to preserve Aura for the goodness of all, or do you seek the void to overcome your limitations and take what is rightfully yours?” Of course there were other paths, but the territory was unknown, dangerous, and could lead to self destruction. 

Like everything else, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She’d lain with Mohn twice only, perhaps thrice in their married life, under sheets and hushed tones, and afterwards she’d rush to get dressed as if covering up a crime–and yet now her lips would not cease calling his name. Ghetsis, Ghetsis she cried amidst her pleasured moans, his name branding itself upon her brain.

And now she rests at his shoulder, pressing kisses at the crook of his neck as her own limbs refuse to untangle from his form. Oh, how she’d worried she’d be lacking due to her inexperience! She’d thought he’d laugh; a forty year old woman who’d only just now learned the pleasures of making love.

“If I could be so bold, I must say that I wished it would never end.”

“Apologies. We men only have so much juice to squeeze until we dry up.” Which suddenly made him think. There were a few problems with the actions they had just did. Lusamine herself was fantastic in ever aspect, so that wasn’t a problem, not would he complain about his ability, especially for only having one arm--he made it work.

In her heart, Lillith- no, Gift was unsure if this was the right choice. Relinquishing her name, all in the sake of power. What would her friends think..?

No matter, they had abandoned her, allowed her to suffer. What she did now was out of her own volition, this truly felt like destiny.

“I am no strange to pain. My life has been full of it. If this is the road I must walk to obtain ultimate power, then so be it.”

“If you are no stranger to pain, then you’re ability will be tested.” With the flick of his wrist, a Pokeball spun out releasing Coffagrgus to his side. “To understand the void, you must journey to the netherworld of all aura. Aura and Void are two halves of the same coin. Good luck. Coffagrgius, take her there.”

Without a moments hesitation, the Pokemon grabbed Void Gift with its four arms, the coffin opening and thrusting the girl into it, shutting the lid and forcing Lillie to experience the other side of reality--the realm of death while alive.

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The netherworld was something Lillie would never forget. It was a land of nothing, yet a land full of everything all at once. No flesh, no solid land, just a void of Unown circling around, seeing everything but nothing. The mere concept of all and naught surrounded the girl as the Pokemon that made up the realm in between all realities focused onto her. 

An intruder! Whispers of all possible languages would enter through her ears, the piercing cries of the Unown deafening any thoughts the girl could muster up. Suddenly a sharp pain to her soul comes from behind. A sprinkle of clear energy passing through her as an Unown lashed out. This was only the physical pain she would experience as more would come to unleash their Hidden Power of creation... and destruction.

One after one, they would hit her, memories of her life trickling throughout her mind. The good, the bad, everything would be thrown into perspective. Not only through her vision, she would see her actions from those that had made an impact on her as well as she watches herself. What did this all mean? Were her actions right, wrong, or perhaps there was truly no meaning to them. The path of light lead to peace at the loss of selfishness, weighing your fellow greater than your own self, that the law was the needs of the many over the individual. The darkness however showed power, gratification, selfishness at the cost of others well being.

She was alone in this realm, taking the pain physically and mentally until she either died to it, or overcame it. If she could overcome it, she could unlock life energy itself, unlock the power Arceus locked among men.

It was only her brain pulling her back and away from Ghetsis. That and society’s expectations for a woman to stand by her husband’s side (till death do they part), but she had buried Mohn several years ago… despite it being an empty coffin and despite her insistence that she could pull him out of those treacherous wormholes. She had been so stubborn, clinging onto a man who’d gone planes of realities away; and up until she’d met Ghetsis, she truly believed there was nothing more she could do but to keep trying and keep looking for her husband no matter what the cost.

But lately her heart had been waging a war, telling her that it was fine, that she could LET GO and let Ghetsis have her wholly. She loved him in a way that she was not familiar with. Mohn had been safe, she loved Mohn for his brilliance in his line of study, she loved him for his tenderness and the way he seemed to eclipse her existence like the sun burning brighter than anything, casting its shadow. And without him, her world seemed so dark and cold.

With Ghetsis, her emotions seemed to be dialed up into a hurricane. There was an intensity that shook her every time their eyes would meet—there was a longing to be held, to be closer. Ghetsis had never once made her feel inadequate. And she’d wanted him with more than he would ever know.

And the band on her finger destroyed whatever restraint she had toward him. Her heart pounded, lips parting as if he’d released her from a spell. Liberation, he calls it, but it was more of an awakening for her.

“Show me. Let me embrace you, Ghetsis. I offer you all of me.”

“Let us share in an embrace.” He took her hand and lead her to their he supposes now shared chambers. He would embrace her with everything he had. He would show her compassion and tender loving that only N’s mother ever experienced. No doubt switching throughout the night, they would fulfill one another on multiple levels until they could no longer. Eventually, they lay beside each other, drenched in sweat.

His head moved to look at her once again, a smile overcoming him. He’s not felt this alive in ages. Neither of them could be really considered to be old and each had fit bodies. Nonetheless, it was a fine evening.

“…”

“Aight.”

“Is it possible to learn this power?”

She could not pinpoint the exact moment time had stopped, but it didn’t matter, with Ghetsis it seemed that time had a way of slowing down and speeding up. When they are together, it is as if the second hand of time moves in the same speed as light—and when he is away, when he travels to reach his goal, time mocks her, stretching out hours into decades, and heavier and heavier her heart turns, magnifying the absence of him.

Although sometimes she wonders if it was Mohn who she is truly missing, after all, reaching her husband had been her goal. Since his disappearance, she is in a near-constant state of hurt, like her soul had been cut open. And yet… with Ghetsis the poisoned tendrils of the beast calms, and the whispers stop.

What about Mohn, her head stubbornly debates as her chest unfurls wings at the sound of his praises. Yes, what about him? She’d spent countless days, years, trying to bring him home, at the expense of her own life and of the love of her own children. She is poisoned, and her time ticks—WHY DID SHE HAVE TO BRING HIM HOME?

Her fingers twitched as her lips part. This is love, she recognizes. This may be different from the childish bubbling that turns her eyes into crescents whenever she was with Mohn, but this peace… and longing she’d felt toward Ghetsis is no doubt the wakening of her heart in slumber.

           And she moves, her arms embracing him as she places a kiss atop his crown. 

“Yes. Yes, I will.” She had to press her eyes shut; in fear of losing this dream, of blinking him away… and to stop the tears from falling. “Ghetsis… I.. I love you. I have always.. Everyday that you would leave me to pursue your goals, I curse the sun and the moon and the earth for moving, for turning precious hours into days. I curse myself for letting you leave. I long for you. My home feels foreign without you in it. I love you, Ghetsis, and it will bring me joy to marry you.”

His queen was no doubt going to reject such an engagement. She still had those thoughts of Mohn running through her, one he knew that was going to be a crutch. But she did once tell him that if he was eliminated from her mind, her heart would unlock its doors and allow him to circle throughout her body. But the words she chose were no to his expectations. No, in fact, they were the exact opposite.

“Whenever I left on a journey, my mind fell ill. I could not discern between Black and White, all I could see was you, sitting in between my decisions. A moment’s thought was all it took to discover what home meant. Home is not a place, but a person. Lusamine, you are that home. World domination; I would forgo it for being with you.”

He stood up and looked into her eyes, the eyes that were like a Hydreigon, wild and fierce, yet held the utmost respect and beauty when tamed. Yes, no doubt that cold heart of his, that darkness within him shined a bit looking into those beautiful eyes, that gorgeous face, that smile that melted Kyurem’s ice.

He takes her hand, placing the ring with the pink diamond onto her ring finger. Even without a proper marriage, she was his and that wasn’t going to change now. His body felt so warm, it was uncomfortable, but looking at her, he could get used to this.