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Dormition of Peace
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Clenching their teeth, they held back a fustrated growl. "I believe I made it quite clear what it is I wanted to hear. I gave you amazing hearing, and yet here you are squandering my blessings."
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Hearing the sounds of surprise from the others, Isä's head snapped up in surprise. "Wha- Meka?! Bri?! What's happening?" He moved to reach out to them but a sudden yank on his hand had him stumbling. Seeing that his own hand was slowly sinking into the crystal as well, Isa took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself. Panicking would do no good currently.

•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•
Fyssi stumbled forward, the weirdness of what she'd just experienced causing her to loose her balance and fall humiliatingly onto the ground. She groaned but could feel that she was back on earth instead of the Distortion Realm

•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•
Morrigan loosed a heavy sigh when her ‘father’ - if you cared to call them that by this point - pressed the question, forcing down the anger at their expasperated words. She gave them a very blunt and straightforward answer, her voice perfectly flat and betraying as little emotion as possible. She didn’t bother sparing details. What she didn’t tell he could pick from her anyway. “That should be the answer to your question, father” she ground out at last.
"But do you really?" That small part of them wondered, entangling their conviction with uncertainty and dread. "Is this really what you have to do?"
They faltered, hands trembling. Was this really the right thing? No. This was. They were sure of it. This was just their old self, their weak and soft and Stupid self, sowing the seeds of mistrust in them. Gritting their teeth, Eraqus' eyes flashed and in that moment, the ice locking the Mistress of Death shattered around her, biting cold cutting deep into both hers and their flesh in a beautiful spray of blood and snow. "It seems that I am still too benevolent for my own good." They reflected, glaring at the shattered reflections scattered across the ground in contempt. Their eyes snapped back up, lush pastures and green meadows giving way to the blizzard that stormed behind veridian tainted windows. "Stand and fight." They finally commanded. "Because if you don't, I can guarantee that you will die where you stand, incurring the wrath of the elements as lightning courses through your pitiful body, shattered in ice."

•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•
Meka was still half comprehending what they'd just done. Was that amazing or what? What happened with those crystals, anyway. She'd never thought she'd be able to just leave like that, even through magicy crystal things. Though she was aware they wouldn't be able to return unless they found what they were looking for. She looked up to see what Fyssi was doing. Was she going to track them? Meka's own nose wasn't really strong enough to follow scents, if she ever wanted to find someone, she'd usually just speed around the planet, checking every possible space and finding them eventually. That wouldn't work here. Those times, she'd usually known a little about the person and knew where to look. Here she had no idea. More importantly, if Meka were to start darting off, the others would be unlikely to be able to keep up. She sighed, wondering if Fyssi knew what she was doing, because she didn't really know what the other three pokemon were thinking about trying.
As the ice blew, so did her own patience. Mor had had enough of being tossed around, being used. Scarlet lightning, the bruised heart of deathly wrath, coiled around her shoulders having been pent up from earlier when she’d refused to release it. Her own wings raised up from the ground as the energy made them glow. Mor would always be the brazen, defiant daughter. If Seth was to damn her for it, than may he damn Eraqus too ; her eyes became a raging deathland to meet the blizzard inside his. With a roar, Mor brought her lightning down, a massive sanguine thunderstorm. This was a man that Gira loved with all his heart. Maybe, with her dying breath, she would let the Alpha male know it.
[@Tsuko I’m sorry this is so long aaa]
The air around them popped painfully as lightning came down upon them in a clap of thunder and the floating stones rotated of their own accord, moving to sheild the Creator from the blow. The scattering of shrapnel sharp earth cut deep into their forearms but they ignored the blood, sweeping them back in a glorious arc. The chilling air swirled and danced before them, the frost gathering into a devastatingly beautiful sheet that hurtled towards the hauntingly graceful mistress of death.

•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•
The thing with power is that it gets into your head faster than you can think. Power is all consuming and addicting — much more so than an adrenaline rush or sweets. More than anything mortals could ever come up with, in fact. We all realize — often in hindsight as a matter of fact — how quickly it corrupts someone, how quickly it sows dissent. But now, in the moment, this roiling arcane energy was all she could ever dream of. Raw blinding power surged to and fro between the two legendaries, reckless, heady, unstoppable. It filled Morrigan with an ethereal balance as the beast inside of her roared in approval. And why shouldn’t it? Morrigan was death personfied as a demi-mortal, and frankly, she had been built for the hunt. She only hoped that Gira - the embodiment of the rage of war - could come here to see her.
She met Eraqus’s virescent optics, finding within them the same lust for this destruction. A feral snarl was perched upon their maw, one of the most brutal predatory expression she had seen cross his unnaturally perfect face. She heard it too, even above the roaring wind. She felt the challenge, in her bones and soul. It beckoned and pulled to her. And Morrigan could not help the smirk that curled her lips upwards ever so slightly. As it say, bring it. I am not afraid.
The frost came in a blinding white sheet of cold and blood, but Mor met it with a wave of darkness out of hell that cut through it like a knife. It got right to her bones, this kind of cold, and her own darkness seemed to be freezing over. She didn't let it. The ache for superiority was indigent and primal, and it was this ache that drove Morrigan’s dark pulse as it pushed this wind back. The combination of the two elements produced a kind of devastation that Mor would have regarded as the definition of a cataclysm. The very earth dislodged and started swirling around the powerful duo, mostly to shield Eraqus.This was wrath and death in their purest forms. A catastrophic yet eerily beautiful symphony as old as time itself.
Fyssi decided not to let herself be surprised at Articuno's sudden appearance. "We were just about to go look. That's why we're out here. Now, if you could give me a pointer as to where the rest of your group is, that would be extremely helpful."
Meka thought. Eraqus.. she had a message for him. This may be a little harder if they were dealing with the angel of death herself. At least she knew where she was going now. She felt determined instead of anxious. Her friends could count on her! Flicking her tail, she shot up. "Let's go! And November...stop beating yourself up, sometimes there's nothing you can do." That was her quick attempt to cheer the frost bird up before twitching excitedly in anticipation