The cookie's got "extra" protein in it. ^_^ If it helps, go for it.
Encyclopika: Okay, how to explain why she ended up cutting herself... (I had the answer back then, but I can't seem to recall my reasons now xD, so bear with me.) Well for one thing, she didn't do it willingly. She was in such a state she was vulnerable to any outside source. Also, that was a sacrificial chamber, so if it wasn't the evil spirit that took over her, it was the lingering spirit of another that still had a thirst for sacrifice, but that's debatable. But what I was going for here was spiritual death, which means not living in the presence of God. Ever. There are sins that aren't forgiven of very easily, murder being one of them. Suicide is considered murder because you're taking a life--your own life. So... *lightbulb moment* Ah, now I remember! This WILL actually be explained later on in the story. So I'm not going to give anything away as to WHY she did this . Not yet, anyway. Thanks for pointing it out, though.
Okay, I'm in a good mood today, so I'm updating.
Huzzah, we are finally going to learn our antagonist's name! We're like, about half-way through with this story and we are FINALLY given the name. It's really about time. But that's not the point, really.
If you haven't already guessed from the chapter heading, this chapter is pretty much chock-full of religious philosophies/doctrines. And quick apologies beforehand to all Catholics, Lutherans and others who respect and/or revere Archangel Michael for calling him a pretty-boy. Actually, I didn't call him that. If I was to say anything about Archangel Michael, I'd call him a very courageous, beautiful person. But yeah, just felt like I should have an apology. Also keep in mind that this is from the mind of an unholy being, and I'm pretty sure they like to bash the holy a LOT. It was rather strange, uncomfortable, and yet interesting to do this in that perspective. Now I really wish I read C.S. Lewis' The Screwtape Letters while writing this. But again, I think I wanted to try to be as original—and accurate in a way—as much as possible, even though I'm pretty sure Lewis was the most accurate. But one day I'll read it.
If things get confusing, please, please let me know, then point out what's been confusing, and please, please give me suggestions how to fix it. I was very unsure how to write this chapter, and I don't want to write future chapters thinking I've been confusing people.
Chapter Nine: Thirty Pieces of Silver
“You refuse to see
You're denying me
The cross I bear, but you don't seem to care
Even Judas knew he had lied”
--”The Cross”, Within Temptation, “The Heart of Everything”
A droning hum was the first identifiable sound to reach into Mewtwo's subconscious, stirring him to alertness. It was strangely soothing, quickly becoming unfocused as natural, background noise. It was for this reason he did not want to wake up. He felt he could sleep for a long time, his thoughts would be clear enough he wouldn't have to worry about being plagued by restless dreams—he would if he kept thinking about it. Immediately, his mind switched back to the humming and he relaxed. And yet, there was that small part of him that wanted to know what the source of it was. He was hopeless like that. Since he was already gaining conscious, he might as well take a peek.
The lighting was very dim; in fact, the only source seemed to come from the center of the room, pulsating in a steady rhythm in faint colors of pink, blue, and red. Squinting, he could barely make out the shape of a pedestal, possibly half the size of the room. Upon tilting his head back, Mewtwo made a guess the ceiling was way too high. Apart from it all, it looked like he was no where in general, but far from the forest he remembered being in last.
His eyes widened the moment his mind clicked in place, flooding with numerous questions: Where is he? How did he get to be there? What happened? How long was he out? Where is Mew? Why can't he move?
Now that he was thinking of it, he tried to shake his arms free from their out-stretched position. He could only twitched his fingers, everything else was stiffened in place. So he moved on to test lifting his legs. It was the same thing, like he was nailed to the floor. Or in his arms' case, and his body, pinned to the brick wall. He couldn't even flick his tail, almost his entire body was immobilized. All he was capable of doing was slouching, straightening up and turning his head. Closer inspection revealed he wasn't shackled with any physical objects. Looking at his background, only psychokinesis, powerful machinery, or a high-leveled Dark type could hold him down.
It helped narrow down to the one responsible for it.
“I was hoping you would be awake.”
Mewtwo glanced up, shivering under the glow of Mew's eyes staring him down. The flashing grin made him shrink. With the light behind her, she looked more sinister than normal, the Grim Reaper with his scythe as his teeth. She uttered a quiet chuckle, using the tip of her tail to raise his chin. “Did you rest well? I would be surprised if you did, it is awfully cold in here.”
“I have lived in many cold places,” he muttered casually, tilting away from her touch.
She was persistent on keeping bodily contact. “Ah yes, you did. Mount Quena was cold, was it not?”
“Not in the summer time.”
“If there was no wind, probably not.” He trembled when she slowly caressed, nearing his throat. “But I trust you kept warm during the night.”
He disguised his attempt at pushing her away as a nod. “I did.”
Mew rested a hand under her chin when she crossed her arms. “A type of cloak, was it not? Because I doubt you are the one who handles the sharing of body warmth well.”
A tingle dispersed throughout his body when her tail encircled to the back of his neck. He fought to control himself when it skimmed alongside his cord. “You guessed right,” he nearly gasped out from gritted teeth.
Her eyes brightened when her brows raised, and the bulbous end traced it, covering every inch and sending him into faint convulsions. “Is it really that sensitive, Mewtwo?” she purred, curling the appendage around the external organ.
A hiss expelled before he formed his words. “Mew, you are making a big mistake.”
She just laughed, a little harsh for someone of her size. “You need to explain why, there are quiet a few other 'mistakes' I could be making.”
Mewtwo merely shook his head about in a vain attempt to throw her off. “Mew, please stop this act and let us return to camp.”
“You just do not want the two of us alone together,” she whined, smirking all the meanwhile. She closed the space by throwing her arms around his neck. “You are afraid of what will happen when we are.”
The psycat struggled against her hold, flinching when she tilted his head down so they pressed noses. His gaze gradually became that of fear, unable to escape the haunting stare of her new-found pupils. The longer he stared, the more unrecognizable she was becoming. He recalled the last words she said just seconds prior to his passing out.
“I slowly convinced her to will her own life away. In other words, I traumatized and tortured her soul.”
There was a soul in the eyes, but it wasn't hers. It froze his blood the second they made eye-contact, sending his heart into such a frenzy he was sure to drop dead at any second. As frightening as they were, he couldn't tear away from them. Forcing himself to breathe, he panted out, “What have you done with her?”
She grinned wildly, digging her fingers into his cheeks when she hoisted herself higher to look directly into his face. (Mewtwo winced when his neck cricked.) “Repetition is irksome, but I shall answer anyway. After all, it is just you and me. Alone... in the dark...” She bent her neck to lick his nose teasingly, bringing out a quiet gasp from his throat. “... we have nothing to hide.”
He turned his face away, clenching his hands tightly. “Where is Mew?!” he snarled.
There was a laugh before she released her hold on him and gave him space. “Fine, no use in stalling, you figured it out early anyway. This may still be the body of your beloved, but I am a different being altogether.” She bowed in a formal way, peering at him beneath her brows. “The name is Legion. I am a demon lord, one of many, if that is how you want to address me.”
He snapped his attention back to her, eyes wide. “D...Demon lord?”
“Okay, it technically is a misleading term,” she admitted with a shrug, “but I am a demon.” A fanged smirk quirked on her lips. “I am a being trapped as a spirit for eternity because I rebelled against God along with a third of heaven. I have visited many worlds, witnessed many wonders... even caused most of those wonders. Amazing how one motivated person can change the world, you agree?” She laughed quietly, her tail uncurling from Mewtwo. Glancing over at him, she took notice of his perplexed stare. “You do not believe me, do you? Not many do at first. It is hard to wrap your brain around something as complex as my background, especially if you are a skeptic. But well, since I have time to kill, literally and figuratively,” she let out as a mutter, “I suppose I will at least explain why I am here on this world when I could be elsewhere with other people.”
Taking a moment to stretch and move about, Mew's captive flashed him another malicious smile. “I may be a spirit, but I have a personality of my own, so I prefer a few things compared to some of my other associates,” she started in the middle of a twirl. “I happen to enjoy traveling, and since I have no body, I am free to go wherever I please in the universe. I take advantage of it the best I can, visiting other worlds and wrecking havoc one temptation at a time. Humans are fickle as mortals, it is how they are naturally made. You see, when a spirit is far away from home long enough, they 'forget' what it is like being in God's presence. Quite quickly, I may add. By the time they enter childhood, or sometimes mid-childhood, unless they are regularly taught about Christ's Gospel, they become a rather rebellious spirit. Sometimes. Some people are just born good, others are just born rebellious, depends on the spirit.
“As demons, it is our duty to keep them away from the goodness that is Christ. Through small temptations, we slowly but surely stray them away. The best thing about it is that you do it once, and they will explore it further on their own. Sometimes you have to remind them about it, but often they remember that little thought we place in their heads, and they get curious. Thus, curiosity kills the cat.” Mew let out a cruel chuckle. “What makes this job easier is that we know their weaknesses very, very well. Most of the time, they are unaware of it. But in all honesty, our main goal is to keep people away from their heritage so they do not get the privilege of being gods themselves. They will be shunned forever like we were when we were cast out.”
“I do not get it,” the clone interrupted, slowly shaking his head. “How can you enjoy being this miserable?”
She abruptly slapped him with her tail. “Do not interrupt me, and I do not enjoy my misery! But I cheer whenever God loses a son or daughter to us. My hatred for Father inspires me to go out and damn as many siblings as possible, knowing that if we get our fair share, we will be seen as equals. Lucifer has power, and he has given us shares of it to help him conquer worlds. And he has been successful. He even claimed an earth as his own, and within a thousand years, it became the most wicked world above all others. It was so wicked, surviving records say it even made the earth weep. And though God wiped out that generation with the Great Flood, Lucifer renewed his power back to its glory days. Believe me when I say even other worlds bore record of a world so wicked they killed their Savior.”
Mew paused, her face darkening in a way Mewtwo had never seen it before. “That was the only battle my master ever lost... he was unable to conquer death... It was then my other associates and I realized we had forgotten about the plan that was made in heaven. God had made a perfect plan, but only death and sin were the flaws. He asked for a volunteer to be the Savior of the universe, a sacred duty that was preserved for someone willing to keep such great a responsibility, and has an undying love for his fellow man... just like his father...” She then growled and took her anger out on her counterpart by smacking him again. “But no matter, we may have lost the power over death, but we still have sin on our side! No unclean thing can be in God's presence, and one blot of sin can keep someone from living in heaven. How simple is that?
“So we took it over, that one world Christ Himself walked on. We demolished it to a beautiful wreck, and we were just getting started. From that one earth, Lucifer commanded many other worlds. They were only half as wicked as it, though, but we still got our good share. Every day, and I am just guessing here, we got an average of about a thousand million souls in Spirit Prison, some more damned than others. Powerful worldly leaders were a delectable treat to get. You think some of the leaders here were bad, you should meet these ones. Some of them were worse. Way worse. Oh, it made Lucifer smile gleefully. They had godly potential, they did, foreordained to do good for the world, and we just snagged them,” she snapped her fingers, “like that. Others we tried to get, but by then they already had their mind set on being God-fearing. Lucifer made sure the toughest of us went after them. A few he went after himself. These were people he hated the most, he really wanted to destroy them before they could ruin his plans for good. He managed to get a couple, but that was it. In the long-run, though, they were on our side. Watching perfectly good angels fall makes him giddy, why did I use that word? Bah, whatever.
“Anyway, I told you enough history, back to my reasons being here. It is the usual objection of gathering more souls to join our ever-growing side, blah blah blah. But what makes this more rewarding are the guardians God had foreordained them to be. These spirits are among the most courageous in heaven. Not as courageous as Archangel Michael—stupid pretty-boy—but they are up there. I am certain you can name these guardians off the top of your head.”
Mewtwo slowly nodded, feeling the hints of cold sweat on his brow. “The Legendaries.”
She raised a brow, but did no more than shrug. “In a way. Some of them were teachers, teaching the newborn spirits basic things like emotions, their willpower, knowledge, to name a few. They continue to remain teachers on Earth. Others had a part in planning what the earth's creations would look like. They were set apart to these respected creations. In the cases of Dialga and Palkia, they understood well enough the fabrics of time and space, and were given the calling. Same with Giratina before his rebellion. Darkrai's was an accident. He was originally supposed to spread good dreams and heal the nightmares, but he grew addicted to the bad dreams to the point they became a part of him. So to balance him out, Cresselia became the new dream keeper. Everyone else had to earn it in, though at least a few were born into it.”
“Like Mew,” the clone breathed out, dropping his eyes. “And the Beasts.”
“And you, believe it or not.” Her lips twitched into a small smirk at his astonished expression. “Thanks to the Mew genes, you are fully capable of having the same abilities as your beloved.”
“I have no such abilities,” he quickly defended himself, shivering in fear. He didn't know if he was lying or not, and only this Legion demon knew.
Much to his horror, the smirk widened to a wicked grin. “For three centuries, you have brooded over your existence, at what your purpose is,” she quietly drawled, tracing his jawline with a claw. “Slowly, but surely, you found your place in the world, and you quietly lived out your life. However, you have always known you could never belong, for you are too different, too unique to be a true Pokémon. So you lived life in solitude, studying humans from afar, while slowly forgetting your origins.” She leisurely flew around behind him, trailing her fingers tantalizingly down his neck and shoulders doing so. “Somehow, you never seemed to forget who you were exactly, always being reminded of it by the mentioning of your name, or through the presence of Mew herself. At first, you were tormented to the brink of insanity at the mere thought of her.” Mew then took him by the chin to twist his head in her direction, noses brushing. “But as time passed, and when you accepted her as a close friend, you realized just how lonely you were. Your clones were half-way around the world starting families, able to have offspring. Everywhere you turned, a human couple intrigued you whenever they displayed affection in the open or behind closed doors. Children, even when being complete monsters, struck a nerve inside you, a twinge of sadness. You were alone.”
The cold perspiration on his brows trickled down when she almost met him in a kiss, hot breath slowly tracing over his parted lips. Her claws lightly raked along his jawbone, triggering tremors up and down his spine. When she spoke again, her voice lowered to a seductive, articulated purr. “And then, you called her a woman without knowing why. You did not know of its reasoning then like you do now. You realize now that you were ready to receive her into you, to forever be one. You were ready... for a mate.” Mew licked his chin suggestively.
Fighting back the sudden tears, he finally snapped out, “Release Mew to her body! She is undeserving of this torture!”
She paused, staring at him with a rather far-off look for demonic eyes. Withdrawing her tongue, she mused in fake innocence, “What torture are you implying?”
“The loss her virginity without her consent. It is all she has left.”
A quiet laugh escaped her. “Is that it? That is your reason? What, you think the loss of a virtue is torturous enough to kill her?” It evolved into a cruel chuckle. “I did not possess her body so she could lose her virginity, there is nothing to worry about.” Her brows then quirked a little. “Well, she will eventually, but she will lose a lot more when I am through with her.”
Mewtwo's eyes widened, and he once more fought against his invisible restraints. “What!”
Waving her hands around, she added calmly, “I do not wish to give a whole lot away as to what I plan to do while in Mew's body. But you will be a big part in making sure it happens.”
“What are you talking about?!” he whispered hoarsely.
Mew's eyes glinted dangerously. “As you may well know, the world has died. No one was spared in the mass extinction. You also know well enough that God is merciful, He gives everyone chances whether or not they deserve it. He gave this planet many chances, and more often than not they spat in His face. And of course as a demon, I laugh and celebrate whenever that happens, but whatever. Case in point, the world screwed themselves over, and God lost a great many of His children to us.”
“What does this have to do with me?”
“And the other surviving Legendaries? Lots!” She pushed herself away to turn her back on him. “You all were commanded to 'be fruitful and multiply, and replenish the earth.' Well, quite a few months has passed, and there are no babies ready to be born yet. Which is understandable, the world is not yet ready for them.” Her head tilted so she could take a sinister peek at the clone. “However, we all know that this body holds the task of splicing DNA to form other species. Because of that, Mew is highly valuable amongst you all. This is where you come in. In order for there to be children, there must be a male and a female.” With a pleasing sigh, Mew spun back around, clasping her hands and smiling. “And how fortunate of us to have a male and a female Mew on hand.”
Mewtwo scowled, hurriedly correcting her, “I do not have that power to alter DNA like Mew does. I am not a natural pure-blood Mew.”
“A half-blooded Mew such as yourself can still perform this sacred task with a pure-blooded Mew.” She floated closer.
He quickly shrunk back the best he could. “But I am not of this world. I am a product of science, thus my body is not perfect. I do not believe I have the capacity to have children.”
“Cannot hurt to try.”
“I will not violate her body for such a task. She is not even my mate.”
The tiny Legendary halted before his face, and crossed her arms. A brow slowly rose. “Really? You still have no idea what the Mew specie did?”
He slouched a little, briefly glancing away. “Ho-oh explained a little to me,” he muttered, not meaning to.
“What does he know? Unless he was a Mew in a past life, he has little knowledge of them. Yes, the worships were true, they were revered as sacred. The humans living by Mew colonies saw them as gods—and goddesses in respect to the females.” Rolling her eyes, she continued onward, “This might have come to being due to them being one of the oldest living Pokémon species and the most powerful. It is also a possibility they saw other species being created from them. Or perhaps they were just as human as they were. It is hard to tell, the records have been lazily or poorly translated, and many others were lost. But the one thing we can all agree on is that they worshiped the Mew.
“And then the world changed. Being rather naïve people, they easily adopted any traditions they may have come across, deciding they should assimilate. Around this time, sacrificial rituals to their revered gods were growing in popularity—you can say—so they followed along without another thought. Ho-oh may not have been off when it came to the sacrifices, but he forgot some details. The people sacrificed so many Pokémon, populations were low. Luckily for them, there were explorers, traders, other tribes and the like that were regularly traveling through. They traded luxuries for Pokémon, some they had never seen before. But until then, they were resorting with their own people. Then someone got a brilliant idea: 'Why not sacrifice a Mew to another Mew? Are they not Pokémon too?' A rat race started almost immediately.
“The Mew caught on very quickly, and they fled for their lives. They began to start small populations in corners of the world, but they underestimated humans. Within months, they were hunted down for more than a sacrifice. They were prized for their fur, as exotic pets or just for show, as food even. Anything you can think of, they did it to the Mew specie. Humans paid extensively through the nose to see one alive while others took desperate measures just to own one. You know what the average price for a Mew, alive and well, was?”
Already sick to his stomach, Mewtwo only hesitantly shook his head, wanting to keep his mouth shut. A demented, fanged grin spread before she slowly enunciated the answer. “Thirty. Silver. Coins.” She licked her lips, reaching out to lift his chin. “Guess where they got that number from. Go on.”
He jerked himself free to turn away in refusal, scrunching his eyes shut to trap the rapidly-forming tears. He harshly bit down on his lip, breaking the skin. Enough, no more! he inwardly begged, body trembling in growing sorrow.
“'And I said unto them, If ye think good, give me my price; so they weighed for my price thirty pieces of silver,'” she recited as though from memory, smirking while doing so. “Fitting, is it not? Want to take a guess who the present-day Judas is?”
Holding back a sob, Mewtwo gasped out, “Please... enough is enough. I-I do not want to hear anymore of it.”
“Why should you care? You did not have to suffer through it. If anyone should be begging for a stop to it, it should be Mew. She went through this herself as a child, and again in adulthood. Besides, look on the bright side, you get to at least know of her hidden traumas.”
“She would have told me if I was meant to hear it!”
“Well, maybe she did not trust you enough. You would not want to trust someone either if they betrayed you, would you?”
He gritted his teeth. “You lie, I would never betray her.”
She abruptly let out a long, heartless cackle that echoed hauntingly in the chamber. “How hypocritical. You cannot deny it, it continues to eat away at you. Just admit it, you could not help Mew in her time of need.”
“I tried!” he shouted, straining to break free, feeling the urge to harm the demon. He fought it down only because it was inhabiting Mew's body. It smiled cruelly upon seeing him back down. “I did more than anyone during that time, I stayed the longest.”
“By only a few days,” Legion reminded him.
His heart painfully twinged. “I did not know how to help her, I was powerless. I was finally convinced the Tree would eventually snap her out of it, so... It was a stupid mistake to leave!” he barked out, anger growing inside him. “No one bothered to help her, so she nearly died! How she even lived that long is a miracle within itself, but she should have! Had she died, none of this would have happened!”
“Say that again,” she challenged, smirking evilly. “Slower this time so she can take it in better.”
Too enraged to catch himself, he rephrased, “None of us would be in this mess had she just given up! Her death would not have affected the world catastrophically as everyone made it seem. Because if that was true, then why did no one bother to help her? She was not important then, and she is not important now!”
Then suddenly, his heart once again constricted as a strong wave of negative emotion enveloped him. It was one he hadn't felt in a long time, shrouding his thoughts in a familiar cold cloud. His breath was nearly restrained upon its recognition. Blankly staring ahead, he could have sworn he saw heartbreak in large, blue eyes. “...Mew?”
A clawed hand snatched him by the throat and wrenched him forward. His lips were hungrily locked with the smaller feline's, her tongue swiftly lapping up the trail of blood before she pulled away with a wet smack. “It has been said close friends, siblings, and lovers develop a type of sixth sense when it comes to feeling the other's emotions. Do you believe that?” She didn't wait for an answer. “I have been on this world long enough to know that some Pokémon have a strong connection with their mates, quite common with Psychics. It develops over time, and the strength of it depends on how they connect with one another. The closer they are emotionally, and physically in a way, the stronger it is.”
“Y...Your point is?” Mewtwo mumbled, struggling to pay attention. His mind still reeled with the confusion and from the sudden burst of emotion. He was sure he caught a glimpse of Mew, the real Mew. But her eyes... he hadn't been expecting what he saw, what he felt.
“Well, from what I can glean from this strained relationship, close friends, or lovers. Maybe both.”
“So what if we are?”
The dark smile faltered a little in thought. “Are you aware of what the Mew specie did to show affection? Though judging by your numerous reactions the past few months, you do not. I am a bit surprised Mew did not make mention of it whatsoever. The only male of her specie, the hope for the future, and she leaves you in the dark. Shocking.”
Before he could speak up again, the petite feline resumed matter-of-factly. “Few know of a Mew's mating habits, but surviving records—from other people—say a Mew mates for life. But how do they choose this life-mate? They always had their own tradition, but it was lost in time when they adopted a common human trait that you may know as 'kissing'.” Mewtwo's stomach twisted, and he shuddered. “Two Mew kiss to make a commitment one to another that they shall be loyal to each other even unto death. It is equivalent to a human marriage, and though other Pokémon may have life-mates themselves, the Mew specie is the only specie behind humans to practice this as a pair.” She paused, her grin slowly returning to view. “You two have kissed, right?”
He was aware his gut remained in a painful knot, preventing him from speaking out immediately. “Y-Yes... but she—”
“You two have kissed, am I right?” she pressured, clearly not wanting to hear excuses.
“Did she kiss you back?”
“...she did... she admitted it herself...”
“Then why are you hesitant? Are you afraid you are 'sterile' as you claim to be?” He shifted in discomfort. “It does not mean you cannot do it for fun.”
“I shall not!” Mewtwo exclaimed, startling Legion slightly. “I respect her, for one thing, and she does not wish to be near me. I cannot take away what is rightfully hers.”
“What is rightfully yours,” she amended with a smirk. “You have the right to enjoy it when you want to. She will follow. She has no other choice.”
He became locked in a frozen stare, reviewing all that had happened the past few months. If what Legion said was true, he and Mew were mates for life. His heart leapt at the knowledge. She was his now. He could get away with not sharing her. They were free to do whatever they want with one another. The law of chastity could now be...
“...no... I cannot... It was a mistake, I do not know what came over me that day, I-I just...”
“She is yours, Mewtwo,” came the insistent repeat. She placed her hands against his face, pulling herself toward him until their noses touched. “And you can love her all you want, however you want.”
He took another long look at what was Mew. The contours of her thin figure contrasting against the faint lights gave the misleading appearance of a devil, though he could now make an exception. It didn't help her eyes were briefly pulsing as well in the dim light except for the pupils. The aura of evil around her with the dark look continued to send his body into seemingly endless quivers.
This was not her. She looked nothing like the imposter before him. Her smiles were always pleasing to the eyes, the sunshine of the soul. Her tiny body was the smoothest feature of any other creature, never to age in fear of corruption. The eyes... they were her trademark, her appearance of innocence. The cruelest she had ever been was when it came to her mischievous pranks, and even then she would apologize and everyone would laugh it off. Oh, how could he forget her laugh, it had been so long since she did.
And then there was her modesty, her virtuous heart. She would never throw herself at him, nor ever announce her willingness to be loved in whatever sees him fit. Except for the rare hug (since he couldn't stand them), she was always no less than a few feet away. He respected her for it, understanding where she was coming from. For all he knew, she may not know a thing about sex and the works except it dealt with procreation. She was so innocent, he wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if that was true. Love was pure to her, having no trace of any lustful desires.
How was it, then, this deceitful being could easily take over her, to pass off as Mew just to make her impure?
Mewtwo could feel a power surge coursing through his veins at the demon, replacing the cold emptiness with hot rage. “How dare you,” he snarled, glaring directly into the harsh stare. “How dare you try to fool me into having sex with Mew's body. You know as well as I do that I respect her personal wellbeing. The kiss was accidental, I wanted nothing to do with her then. But I can no longer deny that I love her, I have for a long time. Please, let her go, she has not done anyone any harm, she is undeserving of this. I will never touch her again when you do. If needs be, I will never look at her and think of her. But until it gets to that point, I will do all that it takes to protect her virtue from any and all outside influences, even if it means killing myself in the process. To take it further, I will do anything if it means keeping her pure her whole life, and to keep her heart from being broken into anymore pieces. Release her, Legion, and never tempt us again!”
The echoes faded, leaving them in a long-term silence, both too taken aback for an immediate reaction. Their crossed visions never once wavered, bodies remaining vigilant the entire time. The heated passion slowly cooled inside the clone, who was now showing no signs of fear for the first time since being in the evil presence.
Eventually, after studying Mewtwo long enough, the demon regained his authoritative state to muse, “You honestly mean all that...” A pleasing smirk slowly spread, giving him his space. “You mean to tell me that you love her so much, as a last resort towards keeping her safe you will either never want to see her again or die. Well, you forgot to list that to forever keep her virtuous, you would kill her. But I take it that is not an option, and that is why you would rather die.” The response was a hardened scowl. “Whatever, your loss. It is a tempting offer, considering there is a lot at stake here—and that I always keep promises—but I am going to need more time to think about it. I may have to pull an all-nighter, not that I mind. You, on the other hand, are too stubborn at the moment. Why not sleep on it? You will be less cranky in the morning.”
“I will never rest until Mew is safe,” the clone growled.
Her smirk cracked into a toothy grin. “I do not blame you for not believing me. Well, good luck with that, mortal. First thing in the morning, I will have my answer. Be warned, we demons may come with a proposition. Unless your tired mind can pick it out, I honestly recommend sleeping. Especially in your current exhausted state.”
Mewtwo watched her melt into the darkness, feeling the beginnings of a drained body. He found himself wondering how long he was there for, both being unconscious and conversing with the demon lord. It was a random thought, probably meant as a distraction to keep his mind off Mew. The longer he struggled to think of her, the more the demand for sleep. So he gave up trying to hold himself straight against the invisible restraints, and tried to meditate.
He couldn't remember anything else afterwards except for the faint knowledge he was still worried about his counterpart's wellbeing.
Please, please let me know if anything was confusing, and I'll try and clear things up the best I can. It was never an intention of mine to make this confusing.
Though I have the strangest feeling something else beyond my way of thinking is putting this story together.