Death Lurks pt. 2 of 3

After following my daughter to the command tent of the operation sight dusk was setting in. Walking into the tent made of forest materials easy to destroy once we finish here. I look at all the commanders and make a quick neck slice motion which they repeat, getting our salute out of the way. We begin discussing the operation while going over the details, I materialized a pitch black board for writing with several white hard plasma crystals. Tossing one to each of the commanders I look over the plan through my AR glasses and write one line at my end. "Expect the plan to not last more than thirty seconds or less."

As plans are great and all but they get thrown out the window at unexpected bullshit. So I wrote that as a reminder to my commanders which they accepted with cocky smirks. They have that right as they're the best of their divisions and by far the strongest in their division. But that doesn't mean a sixth division commander is inferior to a division one commander they're a match. Only zero division commanders are monsters of monsters that can go toe to toe with a pseudo legendary, winning six times out of ten.

As we talked a filled out the board we finally dispersed at midnight. Everyone vanishing quietly into the night as they headed to their area of command. I destroyed the tent with a flick of a black hole before vanishing with Lillian as we have a big role. We both materialized seconds later at the dead body of a rocket grunt with a Gengar eating its head. Waving hello to my sons wife I see him slip back into the room as he carries a barely breathing scientist.

Walking over to the dying scientists I take a peak through his mind before slicing his throat with a knife quickly. With two dead bodies in a storage closet I shrug and let my sons wife claim them for food. Releasing the rest of my team we all exited the closet with one purpose. Be a pain in the ass and a good way of that is to fight Giovanni. Looking down the hall I see his office, before anything could happen I vanished as a black electrical blur.

I traveled through the bases wiring and popped out right in Giovanni's office with a crackle from a monitor. I quickly pulled my Colt Python and Berreta M9 out, lighting up his Nidoqueen with my Berreta M9, while blowing the brains of his Persian out with my Colt Python. As he releases the rest of his pokemon, all he is known to have from the old Bulbapedia site. I become a black blur as my foot connects with his chest sending him through his office door. The door shattering as electrical sparks flew everywhere, my knives flying from their sheathes humming.

The blades glowing as I repeatedly use Sword Dance, Night Slash, Toxic, and Pursuit. Giving them a sinister sickly glow before they sought out Giovanni's pokemon. They found it hard to evade as one by one they fell, all but an Arcanine who stood tall snarling. Looking at the canine I vanish before its eyes and cut its throat with the iron sights of my Colt Python. The large canine flinches but bites into my shoulder armor with blazing teeth, holding onto it as its life drained. Tossing the big canine over my shoulder into the ground I hear its spine snap, its grip becoming nothing as it died.

Turning around I catch a baton swung by Giovanni as he glares at me with blood shot eyes. Staring him down calmly I punch him in the stomach into a wall. The crime boss coughing blood as he still glared at me, that's a Hybrid specialist for ya, tough fuckers. Not waiting for him to attack I rushed him while firing my guns at him. He dodges most with quick steps laced with electricity as he tanks a few shots calmly. Sadly for him I'm not his only problem as he gets blind sided by Lockheart doing a spinning missile tackle. Knocking Giovanni off his feet as Rascal steals his hidden pokeballs with a snicker from his shadow.

About twenty minutes have passed since our little brawl, enough time for things to end. As Giovanni hits a wall from one hallways around us, the commanders of the zero divisions casually walk towards us. Walls of specialized and pokemon behind them ready to attack if Giovanni bolts to them. Commander July Haven, a woman in her twenties with dark brown hair, green eyes, and a fiesty black woman. She is lithe like a super model with a modest chest and butt however, she's thrown four legendaries through walls. She's a dragon specialist, and her appearance only lulls you into death. She leads the Quarter Masters portion of Silence, bad drinking habit though.

Commander Igor Dracovic, a sixteen year old nightmare that leads the Snatchers section. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, and is a caucasian but, he can be a nazi at times about Silence being the best military. He's a commander at such a young age because honestly he out thiefed the adults and left them half dead. Snatchers needed a good thief and a string leader so I picked him to the surprise of everyone. He has since proved he earned that post with pure effort and dedication to Silence and me. Plus if he can con Zekrom of a million gold for a shiny rock, he really belongs in Snatchers.

Finally, Commander Alexander Silverton, a thirty year old trans man with a scary gay power. He has gray hair with gold highlights, hazel eyes, and is an italian. He is the commander of Cold Nights section simply because, while Igor is a ghost specialist, he is a death specialist. He likes to rob the life and heat of anything while torturing them with a giggle. However, the more attracted to a man he is his muscles bugle bigger and he gets stronger. Its how he body slammed and pile drivered Lugia, he wanted to bang a man and sister got in his way.

As these three commanders approached us I recalled my team and bowed out as I smiled at Giovanni. Alexander upon getting a good look of him was disgusted and his eyes became bloodshot. Igor looked at him indifferently as he pulled out a chocolate bar and ate it. July looked boredly at him as she chewed on some bubble gum and drew her personal desert eagle. Aimed at him and shot him in the liver as Igor vanished and reappeared with a short sword slashing his throat. Alexander simply stood there as his eyes glowed a cyan green, looking down Giovanni as he struggled to live.

After twenty seconds Giovanni's body loses all color becoming a pale blue. His blood rusting over before flaking into dust as Alexander's eyes stop glowing. Seeing him die so pathetically is kinda a disappointment, he did good taking hits from me one on one. But these three just use their types and he keels over like a roach. As I think this about the man something pops up on my glasses display.

『Executioner D89: Sorry guys the rat bastard Giovanni got away in my timeline. But he'll be getting tracked down quickly also still fucky that we have alternative timeline self chat.

Executioner D600: Don't worry 89 got the fuck in my time after his escape. He brought in three hundred versions though! Fuckin lost two commanders, but they nuked his ass with our typing!

Executioner: got him in mine, died pretty pathetic like because I had three zero commanders. One of which has our death typing, so yeah mines dead as a door knob. I want a redo, someone not having killed him yet send me the rat mob bastard.

Executioner D10: Have mine! He's fuckin loony as shit! He keeps throwing pies in my face upon meeting then vanishing!

Executioner D69: You got the strange clown version?! Why do I have the depressed emo Giovanni?! Take him from me zero! He's literally caused a hundred suicides amongst my people by being depressive as shit!

Executioner: I'd prefer the clown then just sayin.』

Honestly the whole different dimension timeline self chat is funny to me. The me who made it though is D1 as he was bored and decided to ask Palkia and Dialga, my sisters, to send this chat room to each of our glasses. D1 is a bit insane because his entire team of four was massacred on day twenty of being born. So he's quite the mad hatter and cold at times but he is a good thinker on R&D due to his solitary rants of madness.

Leaving the team Rocket base up through the gym which was guarded by two first division commanders. We looked at the gym one last time before I aimed my Stoner 63 down at the base below. Locking onto Giovanni's lingering soul I channeled condensed death energy into my gun. Squeezing the trigger the sound of a steady stream of deaths cyan green flames phased through the floor. Engulfing the base below in its entirety with flames of the damned dragging everyone down there to my own personal world.

Where they went they'll never reincarnate, they'll suffer for all of time based on their crimes severity. Putting my gun back onto my back sling I catch the words of Igor as he watches me.

"I wonder if you'll ever let those saps rest for even a second in Styx. Because they make almost nine hundred thousand souls you've damned. As I know you targeted other bases with Dead Copies and teams, since they wouldn't all fit here."

"Once you enter Styx not even Arceus and Giritian have a say over your release. Your soul belongs to me and I say when your soul leaves, or you've done your suffering."

Looking at Igor as I say this I see him smirk as he simply chuckles and looks pleased.

"That's our death lord for ya, but thats why Silence follows you. You hate this all and want to retire from war, but you continue because there's no rest for the wicked. You've also already saved your quote of lives yes? So you could've stopped yet here ya are sir, soldiering on for useless souls like us."

"The nazi of Silence said something so nice? Must be hell freezing over if we heard right. But none of your or your ancestors are useless, just fuckin too hyper to paint a target on people."

Hearing me Igor laughs loudly while holding his stomach as the others chuckle along. I've been watching over them all for essentially two thousand years almost. I may be through with my quota for redemption but, I've got people and gods to keep in check. Its my job and I can't skimp on it. Leaving the scene one by one my people become untraceable as I stand patiently in front of the gym. Igor staying with me, he insist a professional thief is a great help to fuck with the League. But we're not done yet, we've got Lt. Surge, Sabrina, Agatha, and Toga? I believe was the ninja's name to kill.

All who were in Giovanni's pockets currently have to join him in Styx. Me and Igor didn't wait long for the appointed League lackey though. As Lance Blackthorn was the one to come talk with little old me. Chuckling at the young man I stayed completely relaxed which made his Dragonite scowl. But when he saw Igor's short swords slightly clink out of their sheathes it stopped. Igor looking at the dragon passively while humming a tune in amusement at the dragon. Lance though looked at me and sighed as he rubbed his eyes tired already.

"Grandpa Cartson I won't say the stuff the League wants me to, you'll just insult them in my report. So can you explain the situation to me? You've helped the Blackthorn family out for basically centuries so we have no right to judge you. League or not, we respect you as our clans benefactor, and will not try to antagonize you on our honor as dragon kin."

"Well when you put it like that I must be kind to Rosland's great grandson. As for what happened, I purged nine hundred thousand criminals world wide. However, there are about four more who must die and my people will be escorting them here. Also if you guys are still hung up on me taking in the refugees stop, they're basically my soldiers now."

"Sir our ancestors may be Blackthorn citizens of old but the current Silence generations, we are your family not sir Lances. Even if we're related we would never want to join the Blackthorn clan again we all choose you. Plus if we did that who could we a bunch of tech happy murder misfits trouble with smiles on our faces?"

"Damn it Igor your being cheeky today. Anyways Lance if you want a full report hang around. We'll be done soon then you can tell the various league official's I say "Just a champion and legend doing the world a favor. Don't like it? Sorry but I'm not sucking your dick or vag to make you feel important." Okay?"

Lance shook his head while smirking slightly as he heard me since heh, every pokedex around heard me. Those pompous children will be getting a double telling of it.