Somewhere on a battlefield

Corpses were littered on the ground as far as the eye could see. Some human and some Pokemon. The stench of blood and burned flesh permeated the air. It would have been impossible to walk around in a straight line as it was similarly impossible to find even ground. Craters, lava traces, ice frozen grounds, scenes of destruction filled this site, showing that a war like battle had taken place.

Both sides had clashed and no one seemed to have survived this bitter battle. No signs of life could be detected in the hundreds of kilometres surrounding the epicentre. And no life may be able to develop here again in the future.

In the middle of this whole chaos stood a blond-haired man in his scaled blue armour. He had a fanatical look in his eyes. The feeling of victory was reflected there, and then a glint full of coldness flashed shortly after when he looked to his front.

"Hahahahaa! Hahaha hahaha! I told you, brother! I told you, so many years ago and now see what happened. This is all your fault! You could have stopped this all, and now the decision you made back then will hunt you for the rest of your miserable short life that you have left.

I told you not to follow him! You have chosen the wrong master! Where is he now in your darkest moment? Where was he when you needed him the most? Probably splashing in some stupid pond, daydreaming of peace and order.

Cornelius, oh you Brother of mine, it is now too late for regrets. Shall I do you a favour, for old times sake and end your life as quickly as possible? A fast death is the least I can do for a stupid man like you. I can't believe I admired you in the past. And now look at our situations, you and me, who was right and who totally wrong?", asked the man Cornelius who was lying on the ground with a gaping wound in his chest.

Cornelius lied there and felt a burning sense of pain flowing out of his chest region, at the same time a numbing sensation spread from his legs.

"Is this the end?", he thought to himself, his eyes betraying a look of depression.

He was in his forties yet his trained body made him look like he was at the peak of human nature. His silver long hair was covered with dust and foreign enemy blood. His damaged breastplate carried traces of a symbol. It seemed like a red fish.

"It is not me who was wrong Aurelius. I am sorry that I couldn't stop you from your strayed path. It was too late when I realised it. But what you are seeking is not a future but complete destruction! Can't you see it? Are you blinded by the power that he has given you? Have you already forgotten the teachings from our lord?", he coughed out the words with difficulty while blood sprayed out from his lips.

"Shut Up! He is not my lord no more, nor was he ever worthy to be my lord. There is only one existence which deserves this position!", said Aurelius, rage filling his expression,

"and don't play me with your stupid tricks. You are only buying yourself some time till your teleportation coordinates are picked up so that you can escape with your tail between your legs like a cowardly dog!

But what do I care, brother. My mission has been accomplished and do you seriously hope to think that with that heavy wound on your chest you could miraculously stay alive and live happily ever after?

You and I both know that this would be an impossible dream. Everything has an End. Nothing is eternal. Not even your Lord. But don't worry, he will soon join you and with him everyone else who dares to stand in our Lord's way, hahahahaha!"

Cornelius gnashed his teeth in response, but he was powerless, there was nothing he could do to stop the chaos from spreading:

"I am sorry my Lord. I disappointed you. I failed you. I couldn't stop them." Tears rolled down his eyes as the rays of teleportation brightened his surroundings and engulfed his entire body.

In the last moments before he disappeared, Aurelius broke out into a crazy laughter and even after he was teleported out of the battlefield, his brother's roaring voice echoed in Cornelius' mind for a long time.