A Region Disaappears

"The mortal flesh becomes dust, armies become destroyed remnants of a once prosperous group. Threaten the world's safety, thus I pass down judgment as the Executioner. Solamen Region, you shall disappear."

Walking through a hail of bullets on the sea's surface I walk towards battleships with cold eyes. Grabbing a charged ionized round from a railgun firing with psychic, I snake it through a battleship. This causes a chain reaction with lives lost and the ship becoming a timebomb with its blast core detonating. My footsteps cause small ripples on the water's surface when the entire region is cut off from the world. All residents who once were outside it, brought back abruptly for the end of a region. Those with innocent souls are radiating a gold light for protection.

However, they're not even one percent of the population, not even the pokemon are really protected, just a few. Walking by a battleship the sea water turns murky black before a fallen battleship reappears. It's badly damaged but it's floating on the water, there is no crew, only silence prevails on the ship. The other ships split their attention, some firing upon the ghost ship with rounds mostly phasing through sections.

"May Davy Jones damn you all."

More fallen and battered ghost ships emerge from the sea, their silence unnerving. That was until from the silence the humans heard "SUNKHULL!" But the Pokemon around, they hear the meaning clearly. "DRAG THEM INTO THE FLEET OF THE DAMNED! SINK THEM ALL AND EAT THE SOULS OF THE LIVING!" The once still ghostships then react by firing upon the living and their ships as one. Touching the hull of a flagship of the naval fleet I inject death energy and ghost energy. The ship creaks a bit before the screams from within resound as the ship chuckles.

"Ghost pokemon aren't friendly when I am the one creating them. They want blood and you all are their feed."

Teleporting onto the mainland mass the screams and echoes of battle resound all around the ocean. The sea turns red with blood and the excited shouts of ghosts at the sight gets louder. As I walk onwards purple flames erupt from all around me, Silence uniform clad humans and pokemon emerging from the flames with every nanosecond that passes. The sounds of boots, hooves, claws, feet, slithering, and bouncing bodies echo off the soil. The air becomes occupied with the sound of various aircraft and the beat of wings. Ghost giggling as they appear slowly from thin air, their intentions not friendly in the slightest.

The various people in charge of the region seeing the feedback from their defensive measures curse. Sirens blaire to life with missiles being launched towards the oncoming tide of enemies. In the capital city's governing office the president of the League, the King of the region, and the king's secretary watch the situation. Their expressions are dark as nothing is phasing the tide of enemies. Their missiles are either cut down, shot down, disarmed somehow mid-flight, sucked into a dark energy vortex, or allowed to hit but do nothing!

"King Dunham Solamen the XIV (Fourteenth) that bastard legend and his people are coming. The region is cut off of escape and we'll all most certainly die so I must ask. What is the status of project Turning?"

"The captured legendary guardians of our region are strong and hard to turn into weapons. Their wills are far too difficult to suppress that three have died from cerebral shutdowns. It's infuriating that they dare defy a king to these lands, now everything will end if we can't control the Executioner."

The king's secretary silently listens as he watches the feedback of the situation. His thoughts are completely different from the two's beside him as he watches the sight before his eyes.

'You two just try and I'll blow my cover for your insolent thoughts of Lord Cartson. After all you children aren't much compared to a Guard Reaper like me. Since I was the first zero of the Blackhole Division eight hundred years ago.'

Knives of solid tainted aurora energy slide from his sleeves into his palms quietly while he impassively watches. His eyes lose any form of friendly light to them as time passes on. At forty minutes he finally snapped due to a comment from the foolish King.

"I wonder… If we capture the Executioner will he make a good test subject? As he's causing us quite a lot of losses so I would like to hear him scream and beg for mercy. For legends are just stronger pokemon and us humans are meant to rule such creatures."

His head goes flying the next second from an aurora knife, blood spraying the walls and ceiling crimson. The league president barely has time to react when they are pounced upon. Knives violently being stabbed and buried inside their chest, the cold glare of the king's secretary is all they see last. Aurora shreds the body of the League president from the inside turning them into bloody shredded human meat.

Straightening himself the secretary sighs as blood covers his face and chest. Shaking his head he walks from the room into the hallway, a passing civil officer's head exploding abruptly. An aurora covered fist with dark streaks of energy retracting from a punching motion.

"Let the slaughter begin, for I'm starved of destruction."

Meanwhile elsewhere a Zoroark wearing a lab coat stands amidst corpses. Their carefree attitude unsettling as they happily hum a tune while torturing a scientist. Their question is a terrified scream as bones are broken slowly.

"Who AAAAHHHHH are you?! AAAAHH!!!"

"Hehe zero commander Trisha of the Damned Division. Though now I'm just a Guard Reaper as I died nine hundred years ago~! Got a sword through my poor aching heart by a traitorous subordinate's hand."

The Zoroark giggles as she sickeningly snaps the scientists spin with her knee. A purely pleasured smile upon her lips as she listens to the screams, small pleased moans escaping her lips at times. She was getting off on torturing the scientists under her chiefs orders.

"Why are you doiiiiing thisss?! GAAAHH STOP IT!"

"Hehehe because it's fun! Also because you're the head researcher and you've been a bad girl~ bad girls get punished."

"But if we could control AAAHH the legends we'd be able to unite the world in peeeace!!"

The Zoroarks smile fades and she violently slams the scientist's face into the floor. Lifting her head the Zoroark stares her in the eyes speaking in a monotone voice.

"That includes my dear chief and I can't let your whorish hands touch him. Only the Madame may touch him so suffer for your insolent thoughts about such a holy figure."

"W-what?"

Digging her claws into the skull of the scientists she ignores the screams before activating an attack. The head between her hands exploding as a shadow ball goes off inside. Standing up, the Zoroark looks around before walking off mumbling. As her blood stained lab coat flutters slightly as she walks off towards the subject cells. Clearly in her own world as she mumbled to herself.

"Stupid bitch if the chief wouldn't even try skirt chasing while his wife was dead, what makes you think he'd look at you?"

Days later the news of the region sinking spread on the news with the symbol of Silence seen where it once was. Goodshow in his office throws his dinner through a tv in a fit of rage, he had plans to deal with them. But Silence robs him of another chance to show the world the League are the world's protectors! He had a plan to showcase such by rescuing a few of the legends and creating a few heroes!