Finding An Empire

After the night had settled in I pulled out my HK417 and walked around leisurely with my team of four. Which this actually works out well as five man teams are typically a military standard. A great man can lead millions, me I choose to lead four as I believe that's my capacity. While we all walked I occasionally got down on a knee and surveyed the area. Looking around usually only revealed a plains type terrain for miles as far as I could see. While we moved one of the kids would look at me and want to ask something.

However, they stayed silent so three hours into our traveling of the land I looked at them. Pointing at Vala, my Rookiedee, I asked her what is it they've been wanting to ask. My abrupt questioning and signalling her out caused her to be a little flustered. As her feathers ruffled in surprise and some shock, I waited for her to calm down. Once she had calmed down she spoke, her voice was a childish tomboy's as she looked at me.

"Why are you so mature? Weren't you just born like the rest of us? Er... Master?"

"Well while you kids were quite literally born, I'm an old soul that's been lets say, reborn. So while I am only barely day old my soul is much older. As Arceus can't exactly have a child that's easy to influence do my role."

Hearing me the on to perk up was Rascal, my Nickit who had a curious expression. His voice was that of a childish prankster with hidden mischief.

"Oh? What's your role master?"

"Just call me dad, Dakota, or brother for all I care just not master. As for my role I am the Grimm Reaper, my sole mission is to kill those who threaten to end everything. Even our legendary siblings are on that hit list."

Hearing me Rascal's expression faltered before he chuckled like a child planning a grand prank. Vala looked like she was accepting, maybe even looking down on future targets. Lockheart, my Baltoy she had no real expressions, but I could feel sudden sadness from her. Lastly Ruin, my Venipede she looked at me with what felt like hidden bloodlust that made me stare her down. Black ethereal flames wisping off from my body as I stared her down.

After seeing that she blinked before looking to the left shyly as my body eased up. As the black flames vanished we got on the move once more with me leading the way. Vala was perched on my right shoulder looking out into the dark with brave front. But she honestly was mostly blind and just wanted to appear tough for reasons relating to her species. As we all walked well in to the night day light broke upon the horizon along with an unruly guest. A Noivern that looked mostly starved swooped upon Ruin for a meal.

Snapping to spiralling bat dragon with my gun raised I fire for the head. But my bullet clips the left wings membrane not even bothering the Noivern. As it came closer I felt something flare and next I knew is I hear knives flying from their sheathes. Twenty four knives hovered around me after freeing themselves from their sheathes, each glowing a faint dark steel color turning the blades darker. From the Noiverns eyes I saw mine glowing a purplish pink color meaning my psychic and likely ghost energies triggered.

Seeing the sight before it though did not deter the Noivern one bit. Its eyes turned bloodshot as it let out a hypersonic growl full with bloodlust and hunger. My team flinched from the growl while my ears bled slightly from it as I'm still technically a human. Training my gun muzzle on the Noivern's forehead I watched as my knives swarmed towards it. Pulling the trigger I feel a bit of energy be pulled from my body as a shadowy bullet fires.

Four knives struck the Noivern in the chest impaling themselves to the hilt. Two knives struck its neck from the left before forcing themselves free. The dragons neck had been torn open and red blood sprayed the ground. The remaining knives all found their mark as they chased the dying dragon bat. Before the Noivern could nose dive into the ground the shadow bullet struck its right eye. Off course from the forehead due to its neck being jerked to the side then the Pokemon starting to die quickly.

The back of the Noiverns head exploded into blood, bone, and brain matter as the dragon finally impacted the soil. Its body skidding a few feet as it dug a trench in the soil before all my knives freed themselves. Hovering in the air I looked at them before spinning them with a thought. Watching them twirl about like high speed saws as the flung blood off them. Once cleaned and the sound of the air being cut abruptly stops the knives return to their sheathes. Approaching the Noivern slowly and cautiously I keep my right pointer finger above the trigger.

As I near a foot away from it I put my HK417 up and pulled out my Colt Python. Keeping my gun ready I walked around the dead Noivern as it didn't stir. Which makes me ease a little as I focus the body slowly glows a purplish pink light the body stands up like a stringless puppet. When it had fully stood up that was when first human contact was made. As a man riding a Dragonite appeared above us with a loud deafening sonic boom of air pressure. Looking up at the man he looked like Lance Blackthorn, one of the most ambitious pokemon champions.

As the man and dragon gazed down at us all, the man spoke up with a gruff authoritative voice.

"Who are you? And why did you kill that Noivern?"

"Names Dakota Cartson, the Rookiedee is Vala, Nickit is Rascal, Baltoy is Lockheart, and Venipede is Ruin. As for the dead Noivern well it tried eating my little Ruin. So had to put it down, not much to be said there."

Hearing me the man looks serious while the Dragnite sniffs the air before glancing at me. Its eyes showing respect before looking back at its rider. Something must of been said as the Dragonite growled at the man and flashed its teeth. While watching this I just ask something cause the five us are lost.

"So who the fuck are you? Cause big girl there is not seeming happy with you now."

The man glances down to me and speaks with an aggravated voice.

"I am Rosland Blackthorn, second prince of the Blackthorn Empire, and this is Daliama my faithful partner. Though she doesn't like my attitude towards you suddenly."

"Ah that's probably cause I'm the newest legendary, I am the Executioner. Pleasure to not meet me likely I know, I'm not a good thing."

My words silenced Rosland while Daliama chuckled at his new plight. She just radiated this smug air of "Your so fucked!" As Rosland looked at me intently and probably replayed my words a few times in his mind. Eventually after forty minutes he snapped out of his funk and screamed.

"DADS GOING TO SO FUCKING GUT ME! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T TAKE OFFENCE TO MY ATTITUDE!"

"Then tell us where the nearest shelter is and we'll go there to set up camp."

"There's a cave that used to house a Garchomp colony about six miles from here. Its due to the northwest and lies thirty miles from the Blackthorn Empire's main capital city."

After saying this the prince try to flee quickly, but the sudden appearance of a Darkria pair stopped him. Seeing them suddenly appear my gun flicked up with my thumb quickly cocking the hammer back. While twelve knives surged to float around my body just dripping hidden murderous intent. The Darkria's however were completely relaxed which meant they're friendly or confident. As the group and duo watched them, one placed its left hand over where a human heart would be. It bowed slightly as a gravely sick voice of a male sounded from it speaking.

"Lord Dakota, Arceus has sent myself, Almendiz, and my compatriot Shel to meet you. As we are to be your assistants to help you carry out your role. Is there anything you would like to know?"

My knives retreated into their sheathes while I slowly pulled the trigger. Eventually safely disengaging my Colt Python from firing as the hammer quietly clicked into place. Holstering my gun I looked at Almendiz then Shel to study them both. Almendiz was taller and bulkier for a Darkria with his white hair being braided into a pony tail. Shel was more skinny than a normal Darkria and looked absolutely bored. But from his eyes I could see the murderous joy hidden deep within.

"How many Darkria are there? And how are there so many? Are my first two questions for you both."

Hearing my sudden questions surprised them both as the pair looked taken aback. But Shel was the one to speak up and he sounded utterly tired and listless.

"That's a pretty good question you have asked so I'll answer part two. Part one can burn in the mirror world for all eternity for all I care, as there's only at most two hundred of us. Us Darkria are the phantoms of souls who've done something worth a price. Rarely because there's someone treated unfairly that they earn a position to make a change.

Almendiz used to be a gladiator in a colosseum, he was there because he's a rather happy mass murderer. Died because a Impdimp tore his throat open and ate his tongue while cackling. Me? Well I used to be a crime boss of a rather big deal group. However, one little lopunny storms the place for revenge and slaughters us all."

Hearing what Shel had to say I nodded my head as I thought about it logically. As Darkria is honestly the closest human looking legendary pokemon, so what was said sounds plausible. Rosland though looked stupified as he heard us talk, honestly forget he existed. Almendiz looked at him though and cocked his head to the right before snapping his fingers.

"Aha! Your prince Rosland Blackthorn! Knew you looked familiar, sad I was arrested before I got to taste your blood. You were I think six back then right? But nothing can stop me now~ not even freshy there!"

Saying this Almendiz rocketed towards Rosland cackling as his arms got ready to attack. Almendiz looked so sure he could finally taste the blood of the young prince, who now was in his late twenties. That he didn't expect a knife to zip through the air and pierce his forehead making him stumble midair. What followed next was knives one by one seeking his body and impaling themselves into him. Almendiz looked stumped at the ground as he fell when he saw Dakota snap his fingers.

Hearing the sound of his fingers snap Almendiz burst into dark ethereal bluish green flames. The flames of death engulfed the Darkria suddenly so sure he couldn't be stopped. Burning him to nothingness before his body hit the ground the flames of death eventually ended. Stunning Rosland and Shel as the new legendary before them spoke coldly.

"Don't assume shit just because I'm new here doesn't mean I'm new to killing. Only after you've done three world wars can you say I'm not a threat. Plus I don't need a wild card assistant, Shel will do just fine for now."

~~~~~~~~~~~ SHEL POV ~~~~~~~~~

Seeing that fool Almendiz just jump to his death was not surprising. As I knew the fool would probably do something like that. No what's surprising is the new legendary who looks completely human. He is quite the monster to suddenly kill without batting an eye at all as if it was another day at work. Then what he says makes me even more sure he is quite the little monster.

"Don't assume shit just because I'm new here doesn't mean I'm new to killing. Only after you've done three world wars can you say I'm not a threat. Plus I don't need a wild card assistant, Shel will do just fine for now."

Three world wars? What does he mean? Wait lady Arceus mentioned something about him. Looking back on that meeting I suddenly realize what kind of person she gave power to.

"Almendiz and Shel, you two are nearing thirty and twenty years respectively as Darkria's. So I am going to give you the task to learn more of the world. By serving my newest child, a young man who has been reincarnated from a world stricken with wars. As his executioner aids given that he cannot cover the entire world alone."

Almendiz just laughed and said sure thing before he was dismissed by the lady. When she was sure it was only us in her dreams she told me what may happen. Along with why I was chosen to help given my inexperience of the upcoming thirty years.

"Shel I tell you this in confidence for your own safety and for your future lords. Don't underestimate him and don't try to threaten or use him. He is used to bloodshed, methods of manipulation, and much more given where he came from. He was once in a force of soldiers called the "Void" a unit of twenty people. Twenty people his world wanted gone, out of them all he was the only one to go quietly.

He will not hesitate to kill even if he doesn't like it, his world entered a third bloody war. A war in which morals and sympathy were beaten to death to create effective soldiers. Almendiz he will think just cause he has just been born that he won't be a problem. This will lead to his death as your lord while not actively controlling his new abilities. Will be able to kill him by instinctively using them given his species that will be the most dangerous.

As for why I tell you this Shel, it is because you while a crime lord. Were one human who looked out for the poor, sick, and starving both humans and pokemon alike. So I trust you to look after my child with sincerity and loyalty."

Her explanations made since as he didn't seem to honestly enjoy it, and zero real control over his abilities. He just acted and his demeanor changed quickly from aloof to killer. He even was ready to attack when we first appeared but stopped. Which made that fool think he could probably act freely without fear. He's a monster suited for his role... But Lady Arceus seemed to pity him. Meaning he probably chose this life as its all he knows... All he knows...

Lady Arceus you are cruel yet loving at the same time to old men like me. I'll go above and beyond your expectations so don't fret over his health. I swear this on the honor of Shel Giovanni Belmar, boss of Regicide.