I woke up in darkness. There was nothing around me but sand. Nothing to comfort me but the sounds of the sandstorm that constantly raged outside of this prison I find myself in. I have wondered the halls for many, many years, but I cannot escape.
“But this isn’t right,” I think to myself.
My memories come and go. I remember when I was alive. I had a family at one time, friends, even children. I was just like you are now.
This is a strange place I find myself in. While I have memories of my own death, I find that I still have a physical body. Although that body has been disfigured from what I remember. I am not sure if I want to see what I look like now or not. All I know is that I am alone in this darkness.
Sometimes the only memories that come to me are bad things I have done. When this happens I think that I must be in hell and this is my penance for what I have done. This can go on for weeks or even months.
This is my own hell.
But then one day something happened. The darkness I lived in was suddenly destroyed by a powerful light. I was blinded by its brilliance. I see a figure blacked out by the light. I think that perhaps my time in this hell is over. Perhaps it is time for me to be reunited with my family after such a long time of being alone.
The image of a person dissolves and soon becomes a demon bathed in fire.
I hear a voice. But I cannot understand the words.
Then, my world is bathed in fire as the demon burns me with its unholy fire. I try to protect myself from the demon as it approached me. The demon halts for a moment and seems to sniff at the air and while it is distracted I curse this demon for invading my space. In doing so I invoke a power I did not know I had.
I feel pain shoot through me as if I have suddenly been stabbed…memories from my life come flooding back. I remember by death again. Trying to protect the ones I loved, the murderer who took my life.
Why God? Why am I in this place if my last act on Earth was to protect my family?
The demon roars with pain and rage as my wish to see it harmed comes true.
My plan does not work though. The demon unleashes a powerful blow on me. My physical body can feel itself getting weaker. My last act of defiance is to link my own soul with that of the demon. I I am to be destroyed, this demon shall be destroyed along with me!
But my plan fails. I am again imprisoned, but it was not the demon that did it, it was something else, something worse.
Now my world is that of twilight. I do not feel the pain caused by the demon. Burned and beaten as I am, there is a strange calmness.
Time passes, I do not know how long. Time seems infinite here. I have nothing to do but wonder my new prison, but it is endless and all the same.
Then one day I discovered something. I could remake any place with my mind.
I think of my home, and it sprang up from nothing. My loved ones were around me, it was just like when I was alive. After spending much time here I feel healed from my fight with the demon.
I like it here; perhaps I can now find peace at last.
Then I discovered the sad truth. My family, my friends, my children….they are shadows of their former selves. This isn’t my family or the afterlife, at least not a bright and peaceful one. This is a lie.
I banish it and once again I am in twilight, alone, as I have been for the last 700 years. God, it seems like no time at all for me.
Then I hear it. A called name. A name that sounds familiar although it is not my own…I am thrust back into the real world again.
I stare into the face of another demon, but different than the other. This one is almost humanoid. I again hear a voice I cannot understand and seemly from nothing I feel the pain of an attack from this new demon. I am hurt, but not badly.
Another voice commands me and I am propelled to listen to it. I unleash a powerful attack on this new demon. It seems I can create balls of energy. I do not know when I learned to do this, just that I can.
Soon the other demon is defeated and I am dragged back into my prison to await the time I am forced to fight for something that now controls me and I am powerless to defend against it or to stop it. I must go on fighting and fighting. I do grow stronger, but never freer.
This is my hell.
Journal Entry: Today while exploring the catacombs in Relic Castle I found a Confagrigus. Using my Emboar I was able to weaken the Pokémon so I could catch it. After I healed the Confagrigus at a Pokémon Center I used it to beat a trainer who was using a Hypno. I hope my new Confagrigus and I will become the best of friends now, though I do wonder if they retain their memories of their past life that their pre-evolution, Yamask, does. Oh well, if that myth is true then it must be great being a Pokémon and battling other Pokémon to become stronger. I hope I get the chance to become a Confagrigus too one day and grow stronger with a power trainer.
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Credit To – Chris Remag
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