Thoughts of a Father (a.k.a Temptations and Consequence)
Location: Wheel Flame State, Pure District, Tower of Pyriss - Mid-Morning -
"We're here," said Father Othereo as he halted in his steps. The young, defeated Cyndaquil looked up from the dirt road to see standing before him the very symbol of the Wheel Flame State. Stretching up into the sky was the Tower of Pyriss, its tremendous arches and build only more jaw dropping up close than far away. The brimstone made it look centuries old as cracks lined its sides and little to no windows could be seen decorating it. The top was impossible to see for the small Pokemon, but he'd heard stories of a giant window sitting near it, so large it was enough to light the entirety of the inside. The arch ways that sat at its sides, though decorations serving no purpose other than to create the symbol of Pyriss, looked large enough to hold inside them a well sized room. Mercury couldn't help but be in complete awe of this place, his woes almost being set aside and forgotten.
The Father huffed out a cloud of smoke, agitated by Mercury as he basked in the shadows of this glorious tower. =Pyriss forgive me for what I am about to do...=
he thought as he clenched his fists. He then began to walk forward toward two large metal doors that were round at the tops. Looking back, he snorted loudly to get Mercury's attention off the tower and back to him. Once the small Cyndaquil had moved forward the Father took hold of a handle that was a daunting twelve inches in length and three inches in width. The large door opened slowly, a deep rumbling creek sounding as old hinges came to life. Mercury looked in with distain, his whole body screaming at him to refrain from stepping forward. However the stern gaze of the Father was more than enough to persuade the small Pokemon to disobey his own screams of fear. Once inside the Father followed, dragging behind him the large door that echoed forever once shut.
For the rest of his teachings, this was to be Mercury's home.
Location: Wheel Flame State, Pure District - Noon - One Month Later
It had been a month since Mercury was taken by the Father. Ever since that tragic day, Volcanous had done nothing but wallow in his own self pity. The world was empty to him, a shadow of what it had offered before. He often cursed at himself, fussing over his poor choices in the three years he had with his boy.
"I was an idiot!" he snarled as clenched fists tightened and muscles stiffened. His fangs were bared tight while shut eyes practically forced tears to fall from the strain put on them. A few feet away stood his visitor, the only one that dared to come close to his marked home. Her name was Celia and like Volcanous, she was a Typhlosion. Her ears fell back as she saw the broken father beat himself up, not once holding back on self judgement.
"Volcanous..." she began, reaching an arm out to touch his shoulder. She was pushed away however, the pain in Volcanous too much to coax into healing. He knew that's what she was trying to do, and he didn't appreciate it. To coax this pain away would be like trying to forget something horrible, or to try and look at a grave misdeed as a common mistake. He'd explained to her over the past month what his poor choices were and more than once why she couldn't just ease him out of his anger. Continually she tried to though, not caring for his strange views on why this type of pain shouldn't be healed. "Volcanous, please! Continually blaming yourself and wallowing in your house won't do you any good. You'll get sick!" she warned.
"It's all I can do! There is nothing left for me in this world!" Volcanous roared back. Celia rolled her eyes at his response. She began telling him what a fool he was, how there was more in life than what he lost.
"Are you honestly going to just throw your life away because you lost your mate and son?! As *dark typed as this sounds, you need to move on with your life!" Volcanous looked at her with fiery red eyes as his fists began to loosen up. In a near instant his whole body became loose, his upper half hunching forward as if broken.
"Celia, it's the choices I made! I forced Mercury's taking to the back of my head, I never told him anything about what was to happen to him! I didn't even try to leave the state out of fear that we'd be hunted down like criminals! I was a weak coward, I... I still am! What place is there in this world for someone like me?!" he questioned. He'd repeated these same words over and over, constantly reminding the female Typhlosion why he didn't deserve life. Each time he said it, it struck her even harder than before. She'd never seen someone react to loss like he had. It hurt her.
"Volcanous... you are not a coward. I've told you before, many times before, your actions were nobel at best! Had you left your son would be hunted most assuredly, leading him into a terrible future. Had you let the Father kill him, he would have never been able to experience joy and friendship, love and kindness. Had you told him about what was to come, you would have made his three years with you as terrible as living in water. Trust me, you are not a coward!" Volcanous looked up as she lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers in a gentle gaze. He then saw something spark in her once affectionate stare, a spark he'd yet to see ever make itself known.
Celia was always very gentle, practically a pacifist. She hated violence and often made herself scarce when there was any around her. She'd even question how children would play at times, worrying if their attacking play was actually a game or not. Her fire never showed itself and her face always had a sweet or concerned look, never one of anger or distain. To see this spark appear was what threw Volcanous from his self pity, and for the first time in a month, take his focus off Mercury.
"If he were to see you right now, he'd be so ashamed of you! So pull yourself together! At least he'll be learning alongside the Father who can help teach him the ways of purity. Do you understand that? He'll become a pure Typhlosion and be able to walk the streets! Wallow if you must, just know that your boy is getting help!" she yelled at him, trying harder and harder to force in the truth that no one else would follow. Everyone would speak behind Volcanous's back, talking about how his boy would never come out of that tower. How his life would be forsaken and forcibly ended. She was so far the only one in the entire State to believe he'd emerge back into the light.
With that she left Volcanous to his lonesome, slamming the door as she stomped out. This was the last time she would tolerate this pity fest Volcanous expressed. As the Typhlosion sat alone in his house, its hallways and rooms deadly silent, his mind began racing around what she told him.
"She's right... wallowing isn't the thing for me to do. All it's gotten me so far was the worst month of my life. No... no more wallowing in pity. It's time to change how I approach this... it's time I got my boy back!" he proclaimed, clutching his fists together as rage and hatred formed in his eyes like a burning flame. With his fur bristling he raced out of his house, leaving everything open without once looking back. He lowered down to all fours and ran as fast as he could, racing through the district in the direction of Pyriss Tower.
Standing outside the Tower of Pyriss was Father Othereo. His head was lifted up as distant eyes looked to the clouds. He was enjoying the warm day, its gentle breeze soothing as it touched his fur. In one of his hands was a cane very unlike his earlier one. It now resembled the symbol of Pyriss, practically looking like the tower itself. Coming out of the door of the tower was another priest. Though not as high up as the Father, he was still considered a great speaker even by the Pure District. An orange hide marked by a large scar traveling across his left side and to the middle of his back, this fiery dragon made his way over to the Father. "Father?" he began.
Father Othereo looked to him, noticing the missing left horn atop his head. He then focused back on the sky and calmly responded, "Yes Davido?"
"He's sleeping... finally," responded Davido, looking down at the Typhlosion next to him. Father Othereo nodded to the Charizard, thankful for the tykes *taking into dreams. "Are you sure that we're doing the right thing? I mean... he's just a child," questioned Davido, worried about the state Mercury was currently in. The small boy hadn't taken well to his new home, his rage levels increasing daily as the denial of freedom became his future.
"He is a demonic child. Weather he likes this or not doesn't matter. If we are to purify him, he must endure everything we do. Otherwise-" the Father was then cut off by a scream in the distance. Looking forward, he and Davido watched as Volcanous flew over the horizon, his speed unmatched by any velocity he had ever achieved before. Davido was the only one who showed emotion, his face shocked by the sight of the Typhlosion careening towards them. The Father however stood perfectly still, his relaxed face showing no signs of changing its mood.
Volcanous came sliding to a stop, huffing out large breaths of heated air as he stared slowly up to the Father. His eyes burned with the fires of vengeance and his blood boiled with the fury of forced loss. His wife was dead from Overrus and his son was stolen based on false pretenses. The word stolen echoed in his mind and forced his teeth to tightly bar, his fists to clench harder than ever before. The fire on his back was out because of habit. It was respectful to never raise ones flame to the Father or other priests that dwelled within the holy tower, seeing as how they were connected to the fire type creator, Pyriss.
"Why Volcanous, what can I do you for?" asked the Father in a polite voice. Volcanous snorted as those words were spoken. It was like they were mocking him, laughing at his pitiful existence.
"My son," replied the father in a soft rage filled voice. His head was tilted down but his eyes stayed locked on his target.
"It's been but a month! Surly you can't believe his studies have completed?" asked the Father, almost sarcastically. Davido watched in worry, seeing the broken past come to the present inside of Volcanous. Something was driving him and it wasn't logic or sense. As a result, he slowly inched forward until he was next to Volcanous, looking down with compassion as he saw how much the broken parent hurt.
"Give him back to me," Volcanous said in that same soft tone.
"I'm sorry but-"
"GIVE HIM BACK!" Volcanous screamed, lifting his head and widening his eyes. The fire on his back even exploded out, his rage fueling its level as it burned bigger than the average flame would. When Father Othereo saw this, he was shocked
, appalled to say the least. He growled under his breath, his lifted cane being set back down as he gripped it firmer than before. When he spoke, his voice shook the earth in its deep tone, fury raging through it like smoke in a chimney.
"You dare to raise your flame to me?" he began, "You dare to go back on the word of Pyriss? You swore your boy to him, swore you'd get him the help he needed and swore that he would be treated of the demon that lay within him. Do you want
him to kill us all?!" Volcanous hated hearing the barks of unreasonable justification.
"He's three..." he responded.
"He's dangerous. He's already shown the signs of insanity. He took my old cane and attacked one of my priests with it. We detained him and punished him accordingly. He's back to his normal studies, but it's still a sign of the demon starting to gain power." Volcanous couldn't believe the lies he was hearing.
"Hold on... you're telling me that a Cyndaquil no more than the age of three years, broken and in pain because you took him away from the only joy he had, was able to take your cane and become a threat with it? Do you know how stupid
that **** sounds?!" Volcanous argued, fists tightening even more as the wretched face of the Father kept staring down at him.
Enraged by Volcanous's tone, the Father stepped forward and placed his face only a few inches from his opposers. Both hands were on the top of his cane as his sash blew from yet another cool and comforting breeze. In a low voice, the Father spoke as if Volcanous were the child. "He's a sick and twisted demonic figure. As the days go by, his demonic side will grow stronger and stronger, eventually consuming him. It's a good thing we took him when we did. You're mistakes have already started his transfor-" The Father was cut off there when Volcanous pushed forward, sending him back. The Father wasn't injured but at the same time, he wasn't at all pleased.
"Get out of my face!" Volcanous shouted. "I swear I will do everything in my power to get my boy back. It doesn't matter if you wont give him back, the Rescue Force will make you! Hell, even the Eucser Attack Unit as unorthodox as they are, would never say no to throwing the power you hold into question!" Davido then acted on judgement, feeling that if not held back, Volcanous would attack the Father. He wasn't surprised when the Father himself yelled to him to grab and detain the parent, as if reading his thoughts. "Hey, what are you - let go of me! Let me go I said! LET ME GO!" screamed Volcanous as Davido landed behind him, grabbing both his arms and pulling them back.
"Let you go?!" Volcanous turned his head to the Father, his gaze once more locked on him as he felt his heart pick up in its pace, beating faster now than ever before. "You're acting on false impulse. On a rage never expressed by you before. It makes me wonder," started the Father as he stepped forward, placing the top of his cane under Volcanous's chin, lifting his head up a bit. "If in fact your wife did have Overrus."
"Tch," growled Volcanous as he moved his head off the cane, lowering it back down as his eyes continually stared at the Father.
"She never expressed any symptoms of it where as you have begun to. After all, Overrus is said to make its contractor become uncontrollable with their actions. You could stab her and you wouldn't be able to stop."
"HOW DARE YOU!" shouted Volcanous, "I loved my wife as much or more than you love our creator! You see him as our god, I saw her as my goddess! I loved her and vowed myself to her! I would never injure her! You hear me?! YOU HEAR ME?!" he screamed, anger bursting from his mouth in small flares as his back fire rose up, almost touching Davido's head.
"They symptoms are present in you Volcanous! From what the doctors said, Overrus makes you highly uncontrollable! Until we prove otherwise, I am placing you under arrest for not just the murder our your wife, but for the threat against the state!" ordered the Father as he stepped back.
"WHAT?!" When those words hit Volcanous's ears it practically destroyed any civilized manners he had left. All respect for the Father was destroyed and all love for this state was cut to shreds.
"You threaten our state and our overall lives by vowing to free that tainted child of yours. Topping that with the murder of your wife, one I feel is justified by your uncharacteristic actions, I have no choice but to sentence you to imprisonment inside the *Titani Prison. You will remain there in solitary until your son completes his studies and is purified. If Overrus isn't gone by then, you will remain in that cell until it is. Best stick you there now and save innocent lives than keep you out and risk exposure to the glory of the Wheel Flame State," declared the Father. He then looked up to Davido who nodded and began taking Volcanous away.
"I'll get you for this! I swear by Pyriss I will make you pay for this Othereo! I swear by it!" screamed Volcanous as he was taken away. Father Othereo grinned, pleased that his rank made it possible for even him to sentence imprisonment. Once Davido took to the skies and vanished completely with Volcanous, the Father turned around and headed back inside.
*Dark Typed: same thing as just calling something dark. 'Typed' is added because the dark type is often referred to as the brooding and untrustworthy type of the Pokemon world, their actions being devilish and crazy (though not all dark types match this definition... it's like a stereotype really).
*Taking/Taken Into Dreams / Took To Dreams: a prophetic way of saying, "fallen asleep". It's an old saying used by the ancient prophets during the times of the creators, when they were still living among their creations. It is used today by those who feel closest to the creators.
*Titani Prison: a titanium prison located in the center of the Pure District. No fire type has ever broken out and no fire type attack can melt its walls or bars. It's warden is a Houndoom named Jerald.