Demon Play:Myuu. -and others (PGness)

[Who Said Pikachu?]

Hi *wave*
I'm not really big on fanfiction as I really don't get the time to read them anymore, but I've written a couple n this is one of my faves so I thought I'd share.
This is more of a collection of little stories than one big one, I hope that's ok.
Um.. Oh right, this first one's not really graphic or violent or anything, but a couple of the others have bits in them so that's why the PG rating.

Anyways, I hope people likes this one.

Demon Play: Myuu​

By, Dawn Allies/Who Said Pikachu?​

We make mistakes. Everyone and thing does, everyone can be bested even at their own game, even a game they've played since the beginning of time. All it takes is a fresh mind, someone or thing that's never heard of the rules or played the game before and they can think of something new. Something different that could change everything and turn it in their own favour.
But that isn't my story, I'm just explaining myself for this set-up.
Even we can make mistakes, we aren't as perfect as we make ourselves out to be.
Of course our one and only -true- mistake was made so long ago it was before history had even begun and we've set in rules, training and other such securities that nothing like it should ever happen again. Of course over so many millennia there are slip-ups, mistakes again but they are nothing like the One True Mistake.
Mew is our fault, we can't deny it, there's nothing to deny.
There is no one else to blame but our own kind, that and the cockiness that comes of being of the Angelic order of Demons.
But enough of this, I'm here so as to tell the story, to explain how it happened. Of course there was more to it than what will be said here. But this is a brief, the one moment that really matters for it being as it is.

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She stood over the one she loved, the only one she'd ever known through and through and who had known her even more than she knew herself. Her best friend, the only one other than herself to know all her deepest darkest secrets, everything she'd ever wanted, asked or even wished for. The only one who would stand by her side no matter the consequences and she would do the same for.
Her bestfriend, her love, her mate.
Her crimson eyes flared with fury, turning on the one who had done this, the one who was responsible for all the pain and torture that had gone on in their lives since the day they'd met. The one who had done this to her beloved.
A so called angel. Something of beauty and pleasure, of truth and innocence. Or so it had said. So it had made them believe.
A wish granter.
They should of known better. The moment she had heard that this beast granted wishes she should of realised. Should of listened to the warnings within all those stories she'd been told and heard when she was but a pup. But no, she'd let herself be bullied into believing, to ignore all those tales and those lessons, that you can't get something for nothing.
It had been too good to be true, it couldn't last forever. All the good luck, all those gifts and pleasures that they'd never had before, all for nothing. Nothing more than a few spoken words and they had gotten anything they desired, no more obstacles, no complications, no effort.
Of course it hadn't lasted. It wasn't long before their luck changed. Small things at first, chances backfiring, friends and family becoming distant, food becoming scarce, their own lives and who they'd always been slowly draining away. Changing into beings, creatures they had never been before.
It was all this one creatures fault. Twisting their lives, thoughts and wishes to It's own desire. Making them both it's fall back, it's safeguard against whatever else was out there that, that.. she didn't know what. Something it tried to keep itself away from though, maybe it was even afraid of it? She didn't know and she didn't care. She, she..
Her eyes cast their glare upon the creature now, glowing with the crimson light of hatred that had been growing for so long within her chest. The source of all her heartache and sorrow for so long now. The one thing that had ruined everything for her, that had made her life such a misery just for it's own pleasure.
It sat there bathed in the blood of her slain love, staring with dull eyes at her and the one it had murdered, no care, no love, no feeling within the expression on it's face as those crystal blue eyes continued to stare blindly. Angelic wings ravaged from the battle that had come and gone lay nearby, bloodied and battered beyond recognition. Wings that when spread and in full glory looked to hold it aloft within the air, that seemed to give it the gift of flight, she knew better though. The creature had powers beyond anything she'd ever known before, maybe even more so than that of the gods that ruled this world. It had no need for those wings, it could fly on it's own beliefs if that was what it wanted.
A sudden pang filled her chest as she glared into those uncaring, unfeeling eyes. She realised something, something she'd never even thought of before and the hatred started to slip away, to disappear. Her eyes softening so far they started to blur with tears as the realisation passed over her.
A last glance to her love and a silent apology before she looked to her love's murderer, the wish giver, the beast of angelic appearances, determination within her eyes.
A cry, a yell.
"Bile-Spitter! I WISH you had a HEART!"
There was a pause, a moment of silence that seemed to stretch forever. Her own heart even paused in that moment as she saw the surprise then shock dawn in the creature's eyes as it realised what had happened, what it had done to itself.
Her eyes closed and she fell, fell to lay beside her mate and to never raise again. But the smallest smile lay upon her lips, she'd seen in that last moment, seen what she'd hoped would happen.. she knew she'd won.
The Demon reeled, she hadn't realised what she had done to herself until it had been done. Done and unable ever to undo.
It had come as such a shock. That this creature, her play toy, one of the things she had tormented for so long would reply, would say something such as it had said. That it would have anything but hatred for herself for what she'd done to it and those around it, or sorrow for it's own losses.
She had not realised, she never thought.. Couldn't believe that something would feel anything other than what she had expected, especially of herself!
She couldn't understand that it could feel sorry for her!
That it could take pity on her!
On HER!

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And so she was the first and only Demon to ever gain a Heart.
She'd done what had first came to mind. Without thinking she'd taken the tormented creature's heart and given it to herself without realising what she was doing. She'd taken it in every essence of it's being that she could.
She'd given herself the one thing a Demon doesn't have and should never gain.
Mew was born from her own arrogance of herself. Acting without thinking of the consequences to her action. Granting a wish before thinking it through..
You wouldn't believe the grillings one goes through now because of this. Ha! If only she knew what the repercussions of her actions were to be after that moment.
So many things changed in that moment, a true beginning of change within our own realms and those of the so called 'normal' world upon which we are now with it's so many living lifeforms.
Mew was one of the first Angelic, a test on our Creators behalf to see how one would act or react. A failure in many respects but again a win in others. A base of things to change for those that came after.
There is only one thing to show what Mew truely once was, she has lost those memories of before. Even most of Us, the Lords of the Demon and Death Realms don't know in full the story that created Mew or just how she became what she is now.
Most of course realise there must be some relation, she is after all so much like we are. The same shape, body structure of that of an Angelic. The only differences the slight smaller size, the lack of wings, her colour and those startling blue eyes that shine of something so different to what we truly are.
Those differences are easy to explain of course, Mew when she was created was sized closer to our Creator's true size, her wings were destroyed and completely removed during that battle with the fallen male and eyes truly are the mirror to one's soul.
The colour though, the colour is that one true show of what she once was. As much as she should try, as hard as she could scrub or even were she to try removing all her fur she could not rid herself of what she had done before, when she had still been a Demon. Her fur has permanently stained by the blood of the fallen love of the heart she now claims. Her one connection of what she once was.
It's funny how humans and pokemon alike both think that we Demons were shaped after their creature of eternal bliss and happiness, when it is but the opposite of that very notion. The laughter that would echo through the heavens if they realised who their saviour truly once was.
If only they really knew..



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And that's a Demon Play, it's actually the odd one out of the ones I've done so far as in all the others the Demon actually has the better half of the deal, but ah well. I'll put another up when I get the chance.
Anyways, opinions and comments and such are most welcome!
Byez! *waves*

 

[oni flygon]

Very, very good fanfic! Nice flow on the descriptions and a very emotional setting. Good job! I'm looking forward to reading more from you!

^_^

 

[Who Said Pikachu?]

First off, thanks Oni Flygon for the review!

Next, I'll post another one. This one's actually the first one I did and more to the reason why there's the PGness rating. It's also more to what the Demon Play theme is.
The <>' are psychic speak *animorphs fan* got into the habit, so yeah >>;
Anyways, here it is, hopes who reads enjoys. *Bows out*



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*Demon Play*

Skin & Bones.
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It swung around in the air. It didn't really care too much as it's body was bashed about by the torrential rain and gale force winds. The twists, the snaps and loud cracks as it's body was forcefully attempted to be pulled apart by the raging sky didn't seem to phase it in the least. Actually, it looked to be enjoying the pain. Swimming in it for a matter of fact.
A sudden flash through the air and a bolt of lightning strikes it down, right out of the sky.
It hits the ground somewhere among the trees below and lays there, seemingly dead. It looks dead. But then it looked much the same before the storm.

Three days later and a wondering Pokemon comes between the trees to shelter from the midday heat. Lazing over a rock in the cool shade an odd smell reaches it. Nose twitching the Pokemon lithely picks itself up and slinks through and between the scrub towards where it believes the scent is coming from. The smell is surely of something dead.
Carrion should not be passed up when hunting had been hard recently.
Picking it's way carefully over stone and branch it makes it way gracefully in the right direction. A short circle and the Pokemon realises that the smell isn't on the ground but above it somewhere as it can't find the exact place for the scent below. Glancing up it takes a step back in surprise. It hadn't expected what it sees. This thing had been dead a very long time, there was no doubt about it. Both the smell that wafted down and the sight of it gave no argument to the cause. But how had it lasted so long in his territory without being noticed before now? He was fairly certain he'd searched this area thoroughly but only days ago and had found no trace of it. Maybe it had been brought in by a carrion bird, but he doubted that, there weren't any large enough within his territory. That storm? The big one that had hit recently, maybe that had blown it in. Well, he couldn't be sure. He wasn't much of the mood to speculate, the sight of an obvious meal was starting to really nag at his gut and he was becoming edgy to get it down from the tree then down his throat. So without much more thought he was up, claws out stretched as he clambered his way up the length of the trees trunk then to the forked branches where the body lay.
He was just about to devour it when there was a movement. Blinking in surprise the Pokemon sat back a moment and stared at the thing. Had it really moved? It couldn't possibly of, it was dead. It was probably just one of the maggots shifting under the skin. The Pokemon shook his head and went to take a bite out of it again.
This time he was certain there was a movement, it's left arm twitched.
"Now stop being an idiot Scrawl, it couldn't possibly be alive, it's just the wind, it's nothing," and he tried yet again.
Before he even got close this time the thing sat up and he fell out of the tree with a loud screech.
Stunned as he lay with his back to the ground the Pokemon stared blankly upwards, a blur of movement zig-zagging it's way down towards him from the general direction of the tree, at least, he was fairly certain it was the tree.
<Ya know, it ain't all dat nice tryin'a eat 'ometin dat ain't even really de'd 'et!>
The Pokemon blinked.
<'Bout zas polite zas not talkin' all.>
The Pokemon blinked again as it looked up past it's paw to a floating dead body in the sky above it. Yelping in fear the Pokemon rolled and attempted to run away. He didn't get too far, he seemed to be stuck in the same spot, paws treading on air.
<No no, zi Kitty ain't menta be runnin' 'way jus' 'et! Gotta stay n chat!>
"Who's saying that!?" The Pokemon was freaking, wearing himself out as he raced on air. Probably not really that good an idea as his species weren't made for endurance, but more for sudden bursts of energy. He was wearing out very quickly doing what he was doing and there was really very little effect for all his efforts.
<Oh zi Kitty!> The voice sighed. <Me o' course! Da one ya 'bout try 'n eat!> and there was a burst of laughter inside the Pokemon's head.
"Oh." The Pokemon froze, not just because he suddenly realised but also because he was out of energy and he'd gone limp in the air. With his obvious inability to get anywhere just yet whatever it was that had it's hold on him let him go. With absolutely no grace at all he hit the ground, legs sprawled out every which way.
<Dere we go Kitty! 'Ice n 'afe now!> And what he'd thought of as a meal only minutes before sat down on broken limbs in front of him. Obviously very much animated if not so obviously alive in the fact that it moved as if it was a living creature but had the physical appearance of something that had been a long time dead and buried. "Sooo.. what now?" <Oh. Now? Oh! Zi Kitty can 'ake ay wish! N-E Wish 'E Wants!> The dead thing giggled at him and he just continued to lay there, once more stunned. "A wish? What do you mean a wish? What for?" <Ay Wish! Ay Wish! N-E Wish! 'Cause ya can n 'id come true!> The Pokemon continued to stare at the dead thing.
It sighed.
<Come on, ain't dat 'ard. N-e t'ing ya want, ya can get. N-e t'ing a' all. Pro-mise! Jus' 'ave ay go! Come on!> It stared at him with dead eyes and the Pokemon decided, well, maybe it'd get the thing to go away. Or maybe it was just a dream and when this was all over and done with he'd wake up hungry again. "Ok, fine. Any wish you say? Any at all?" The Pokemon paused a moment to think. His stomach suddenly growled and an idea popped into his head. "Alright then, if it's anything. I wish I was never hungry again."
<'Ine. Done!>
The Pokemon stared at the dead thing, "That's it?" He looked at himself then at the thing sceptically, "I don't feel any different." He sighed, "I knew it couldn't possibly be true.." he whined to himself.
<Nuh-uh. No yet!>
The Pokemon was just about to blink when suddenly the dead thing exploded with light and he was blinded temporarily. That didn't make too much of a difference, he could feel what was happening to him anyways. His body was being pierced at different points and it felt like as if something was stabbing long thorns all the way into the middle of his body, right into his gut and then pulling everything that was inside out the new holes. It was agony. It was also over in less than a minute. Leaving the Pokemon huffing and puffing as the memory of extreme pain echoed in the back of his mind and he tried to get over the blindness in his eyes.
<Dere, 'ow we done! Hehe> The thing was laughing at him and he was not impressed. And now, after having rested for a short while he felt more than able to take a swipe at the thing. So he did, claws extended as far as possible.
<'Ow dat ain'ta way to treat 'omeone dat jus' helped ya! 'Ow mean!> And before he could sink his claws into the thing it had disappeared, just to reappear a short distance above where it had previously been. <'Ow n-e ways! Jus' ya see. Look insi'e an ya'll see.>
The Pokemon was just about to get up and really attempt to attack the dead thing when he suddenly realised he was no longer hungry. He paused mid-movement and stared at himself, "Hey.. I'm not hungry anymore.. You did this?" He looked to the dead thing as it nodded. "My Gods. I'm not hungry anymore!" And he started dancing around in circles, much like he had used to do when a carefree kitten.
<Ya neva be 'ungry 'gain. Be sure o' dat. 'Ave fun 'ow! Bye!> and with a Poof! the dead thing was gone, though the Pokemon didn't notice, it was too enraptured with the fact it didn't even feel the slightest amount of hunger. An entirely new experience to a creature that had always, at every point in it's life had some sort of pang for food. He was happy.

The dead thing had been right, the Pokemon was never hungry again for the rest of it's life. His wish had been granted.

Three months later, the Pokemon was dead, barely more than skin and bones, starved to death.


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Something to remember, despite the fact you might not be hungry, you still need to eat at some point. You might not think you need it but your body does, no matter what, oh well.
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N that's the first one I did n second one here ^^;
Random comment one, the kitty was a Persian.
Random comment two, as far as I know Demon Myuu are my idea but I dun mind people using them if they ask.
Random comment three, I dunno.. uh, as stated previous, comment/reviews/etc are most welcome ^^
*wave*