Rest Legends of Old - 1

After picking up five new members for the group I decided that this time I'll not do the VPA. I'll let the Medic Division of Silence do so as I've got my team already full of traumatized souls. Though it would seem they still sent me at least one, a Hatterene from a Galara and Alolan skirmish two years ago. She wasn't exactly there…. Her mind is shattered and operating like a glitched computer, due to a Totem Porygon having destroyed it.

As soon as she arrived I had to put her down immediately. She reacted horribly to all the new emotions and was ready to kill everyone. So I destroyed her mind with a miniature black hole in the center of her brain. She died quickly and as she died she looked at peace since I met her just now. Her entire life playing out through her casualty and I flicked a small flame of death at her corpse. Burning her remains with purple swirling psychic energy around a ball of light zipping off into a reflective surface.

"Rest in peace, soldier of the crown, you shall not suffer any longer from the spilt blood and shattered thoughts."

Seeing how quickly I dispatched and dealt with the Pokemon, those who watched due to me doing so in the Pokecenter's lobby. Looked disturbed if they didn't know about me, all while watching me leave. The Joy matron walked up beside me and silently paid her respects for the deceased before I left. As in a way I'm not here, nor there, nor in the present so I can usually give goodbyes if not too long, approximately 48hrs, has passed around me.

A trainer with a Haunter did try to attack me, but his Haunter shrieked at him with anger and desperation. The Pokemon hitting him with a firm no stunning them at the reaction. Nodding to the ghost I took the balls silently offered to me and departed for an area long abandoned. Xanfer City.

Appearing within the abandoned city located on an island, outside of Unova where the original village used to be. I looked around at the decaying city and its new inhabitants, Pokemon and tribal Humans who I've given a chance to live their lives peacefully here. Away from everything and everyone who'd hurt them, who'd they hurt, and those here are here by choice or have been born here and understand why this place exists.

Why I came here though is for one simple reason as juvenile forms of the Kanto Dogs of legend came to greet me. Three of each greeting me with a bow before leading me to their parents, silent questions on their lips.

"Ask and you'll get an answer."

Hearing me, the youngest of them all, a Raiku, looked back at me with unease in her eyes.

"Granduncle, are our parents suffering? Are they truly smiling or just putting up a front for us?"

"They're in pain but happy to see how each of you have grown. You may not have been born in your native region, but here due to your parents wanting away from war and suffering from Trainers. However, your efforts to maintain this island for them and the others makes them proud. So while they are hurting from age and old wounds from mortal foes, they smile genuinely."

Releasing my misfit team after a while as they'll see a lot of what is to come anyways, we eventually arrived. Our destination was a decaying battle stadium overrun by nature. Stepping into the stadium I briefly remembered the past of when this place was so lively. But wars change things and I had to put the possessed demonic and shadow remains of various Pokemon and Humans down before cutting out this island and sending it far away from mainland.

Funny how demonic entities from my past life were here because of Nintendo throwing them in at times. But that's also a reason why Legends exist because we maintain a veil that stops a lot of that bullshit from various mythological lores demonic side from coming here. Since I've become casualty though that side of this universe has quieted down besides those still in this world. Shaking my head I glanced at the three aged legends who smiled upon seeing me. Their fading colored fur bristled with power and affection as they eyed me.

"It's been eighty years, I see it's your time to move on after two centuries. Need me to do anything special or just help you along?"

The oldest, a Suicune, shook his head as his blind eyes looked directly at me with fondness. His sisters shaking their heads besides him. Entei having most of her mask destroyed and fur burnt away even after centuries. Raiku snorted before asking something as she didn't care for the looks she got when she showed her face fully. Her right eye was missing entirely and part of her cheek and lips was horribly scarred by burns. That mark I was privy to watching as a captured Latias permanently scarred her by breathing dragon fire in her face.

"So you make any new kids after fifteen centuries of constantly working due to wars? Because I imagine some poor girl was just DYING to get laid by you."

"First horrible joke there, I don't fuck the dying or dead Raiku. Second, not really no Summer is the only one still. Although, she's been pushing for me to fuck an small female Trevenant colony. They moved in near our home as the old trees moved there to be close to me given I or my Silence can protect them."