The Lady of Flies

By Nova the Killer Kaiju
It is a common belief that the Alpha Pokemon, Arceus, created the universe. I'll be the first to tell you that is a bold-faced lie. And to foolishly believe that humans first discovered the mighty Ultra Beasts is nothing short of insulting. Long before the golden light of the Arc, there were realms far beyond your feeble comprehension. There were ancient beings possessing unparalleled power. Deities beyond this little world. I will tell you how one ancient beast resulted in my creation.

Long before my birth, our crimson ancestor, Buzzwole, had found themselves in our world during their nomadic travels across the dimensions. Unfamiliar with the surroundings, they bore witness to its local denizens: the Pokemon that inhabited the trees and undergrowth. One would believe that it had arrived to feed. Normally, you would be right. But instead, Buzzwole bestowed upon these creatures a powerful gift, transforming them into the ever proud Diptera and granting them it’s insectoid traits and power. They’ve since flourished and established rule amongst themselves. One generation after another, this gift would soon be bestowed upon my Mother and Father. An insectile Gardevoir and a mighty Gallade who would rule our powerful hidden empire.

Thus, do we arrive on the day of my Nativity.

It was a moment long cherished in their time. A ceremony was held upon the arrival of me and my brother, Tezca. It was there where I was given my first taste of praise; something that I would soon come to enjoy significantly from the common folk. We were young and in great need of experience. Over time, I would quickly learn how to walk, how to speak…and how to fight. I was a mere child when I first brought my fists up in self-defence and began training under my Father's wing. He was persistent, ruthless, and unrelenting in his instruction. However, it would strengthen my body and soul, turning me into the perfect warrior.

On the other hand, my brother would prove unremarkable when participating in these tests of strength, leaving me unamused. I, for one, proved to be less dull in wanting to explore the reaches of the Empire. I wished to know what lay ahead of me in my life as a warrior. I would not dare suffer my brother's reclusiveness to falter my ambitions, even if I would have preferred him to come along. But moving him to action would prove to be fruitless. With my physical training complete, I would then attend mental training with Mother and Tezca to gain the power to communicate with my insect kin. My brother proved to be quite capable with this ability, claiming that he could hear the creature's thoughts and could feel what it felt. He certainly had a greater knack for it than I did at the time, but I soon proved to be just as capable. However when I heard the insect's thoughts, all I could hear was…fear.

Many years had passed, my skills surpassed only by my raw ambition to become the best. My strength in combat had no equal as I struck terror into my opponents, mercilessly defeating one after another with unparalleled brutality. Upon further study and practice of my abilities, it was then that I knew what power felt like and I knew that it could not be wasted away. Although they were just rulers, my family could not see the full extent of our rights. And much to my disgust, I learned that our people saw us, the most powerful of Diptera, as commoners like them. It was unacceptable. Outrageous, even. So I took it upon myself to clarify who we were. Who I was. They soon learned to even fear uttering my name and that any who oppose our Empire shall be put to death. It amused me to see those peasants quiver in fear as I took what was rightfully mine from their filthy hands. It felt perfect. They dedicated their lives to me, much like my insect kin. I had learned of even greater abilities involving my crawling brethren through my training. Their will is my own, and they would perish by my hands if they were to die to satiate me. Such puny lives destroyed felt so thrilling. I couldn’t help myself. Their deaths were…delicious. Even with so much power coursing through me, it proved to not be enough. I needed more. Much more. A power that went beyond even our ancestors' limits…

I would search endlessly through the forgotten archives until I stumbled upon something that could only be described as a form of sorcery. These tomes were just what I needed and my excitement grew as I prepared the ritual. However, as I arranged everything, my brother dared to intrude upon my quarters. I reprimanded the fool for his mistake. I remember Tezca timidly babbling on about my activities coming off as suspicious, but I wasted no time knocking some sense into the brat. He threatened to announce my actions to Mother and Father but I made sure that weakling would come to regret it, warning him that I would punish him severely if he were to interfere again. The coward kept his mouth shut from that point on, as I expected him to.

I then proceeded with the ritual…and it was worth it. The feeling of raw power flowing into me was exhilarating. I could feel my body tremble and shake in pure ecstasy as my soul grew even stronger; my hands pulsed with a slight pain as I observed them adorning a viridescent glow, followed by emerald flames emanating from my palms. These flames felt unnatural, volatile even. But they were exactly what I needed in my quest for power. While searching for the tome that granted me this power, I had learned of many other powerful entities upon further readings of other scriptures. It was then that I came across “sacred texts” that dared to suggest that we owe our creation to the Golden Chimera known as Arceus and its legion of creations known collectively as “The Legendaries”. Such foolish outcries wouldn’t have concerned me if it wasn’t for the deeper context. For that fool’s followers to have the gall to suggest that these graven images should be praised. It’s about as ridiculous as it is pathetic. Still, their lies left a bitter taste in my mouth that would prove impossible to remove.

Years would go by and my abilities would continue to grow. My battles grew more violent and I emerged victorious every time. The feeling of blood washing over me, the viscera adorning the battlefield as the cries of my opposition filled the air. I learned to enjoy more than just the battles. I learned to enjoy the bloodshed in its entirety. The metallic taste and cloying smell of the slaughter became addicting to me; the feeling of flesh being rent apart by my bare hands was ecstatic. Dare I say…arousing even. I didn’t know how to feel about it before, but soon, I couldn't help but want more. I craved the carnage, but I could not afford to raise the suspicions of my dear parents. I knew they would reprimand me for even harboring such depraved thoughts. Still, my performance spoke for me, and I proved to be the Empire's greatest warrior. Everything was going exactly how I wanted it to, but I knew that I would not be safe for long, knowing that Tezca continued to prowl and investigate my activities. He was a danger I could not afford to have in my way, despite his cowardice. I had to make sure he knew his place. After weeks of endless battle, I traveled home, finding that I was alone and able to finally rest. Or so I thought. But upon entering my quarters, I found that it was truly as they say.

There’s no rest for the wicked.

It seemed to be the case for me when finding Tezca standing before me, scowling. I demanded to know the meaning of this until he interrupted me, claiming that my injustice would no longer be suffered. That fool had challenged me to a battle. Upon realization, I instinctively scoffed at his pathetic attempt to be some kind of "hero". I wasn’t going to even bother humoring him anymore. I turned my back on the boy, prepared to leave him behind out of boredom…before he made a fatal mistake. He had the nerve to try and strike me from behind. At that moment, my vision went red. My blood ran to a boil as I turned to face Tezca who immediately regretted his provocation when he saw my face. He tried to run, but it would prove to be a fruitless effort as I grabbed that wretch by the hair, slamming his head to the cold stone below. His ineptitude was the catalyst for my anger towards him. He then had the stones to try and beg for forgiveness, weeping like the crybaby he was, but I would not stop there. Both he and I knew his punishment was far from over as I dragged that little maggot away, him struggling helplessly. Trapping him in a room with me and my many deranged thoughts, the fun began.

I still remember snapping his legs in several places, ensuring that he could never escape. His screams filled the room, but of course, nobody was around to help him. It was just me and my fury. I pummeled at his face repeatedly, his crying only adding more fuel to my wrath. At that point, I could tell he was hoping it would be over, but I was nowhere near satisfied. I'd claw at his back to remind him of the hell he would endure for daring to oppose me. But it was still not enough. I grabbed onto his wings and tore them from his back, his screams leaving my body trembling in exhilaration. I wanted to hear him suffer even more, but was alerted by another voice…my Mother's. She heard the commotion. I could not risk her discovering this, or at the very least, she could not notify anyone else. I hid myself away, observing Mother having found the blood trail leading into the room I trapped Tezca in. Judging from her reaction, she was in a complete panic upon discovering the boy, broken like a toy. The risk was too much. I had no choice but to go even further as I knocked my Mother down to the ground. I’ll never forget the look of horror on her face as she realized who attacked her and I’ll never forget her face as I struck her neck and chest with my stingers, swiftly ending her life. My ire then fully ignited upon Tezca. I would not allow his life to go on any longer. My kin felt this rush of fury, and so I called to them. Thousands of red ants emerged from the cracks in the walls, surrounding the boy. He faintly asked for help one last time before I gave the command for my minions to swarm him, feasting on his broken body as he writhed in agony, drawing his final breath.

There was no going back. I had no choice, but it no longer mattered to me. I had to leave, but not without showing my Empire that I would return and that I would become all-powerful, and that they would all bow before me. And not just them. No…the whole world would bow before me. And I would venture within the deepest reaches of Hell itself, if I had to, to achieve what is rightfully mine. I carved upon the walls of the temples a message that would be seared into the souls of all that dared to resist my rule. The very same that brought forth my viridian flames…

PER ASPERA AD INFERI

I vacated my ruined abode as soon as I could, but my escape was interrupted by none other than my Father. He witnessed me leaving the burning building, staring me down with a pensive and disgusted look upon his face. I knew at that moment that he had given up on me. I was not his daughter anymore. I was a monster…but it didn’t matter anymore. I had bigger fish to fry, my objective clear in my mind. Hell was waiting for me to claim it’s power, and nothing would dare stand in my way…

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I remember the many rituals. The numerous sacrifices it had taken to get to this point, but finally my waiting had paid in full. I had managed to create my gateway to the infernal plane. My mind raced and my anticipation was palpable. What awaited me in this unholy place? My excitement pushed me over the edge as I stepped through the hellmouth being greeted by the smoldering heat of hellfire and along with the wretched screams of damned souls trapped within the inferno of blood and brimstone. And I was far from alone.

Demons of all varieties surrounded me. Eldritch abominations who craved my Dipteran blood wished to slay me and feast on my empowered soul like the wretches they were. It pleased me to no end knowing that I had to slaughter my way through these creatures. This is just what I was waiting for; one last test to determine my worthiness to wield the infernal powers of Hell. One by one, I would rip and tear at the demons that dared to oppose me, bathing in their scorching blood and consuming their hearts as my desire for slaughter increased. The massacre felt like an eternity, but I could not and would not stop. They would all die by my hands, and I could feel my strength grow with every demon I slayed. Pierced by my stingers, consumed by my insect army, and reduced to bone by my flames, I would emerge covered in their entrails and continue my trek through the flaming fields. I noticed the remaining demons surrounding me almost…trembling. They were completely subservient to my presence, knowing that I was responsible for the slaughter of hundreds of their own. Their submission was all that I desired. These demons would soon bend to my will, allowing me to lead my own personal army to the center of Hell, where untold power awaited me.

A grand altar stood at the center, towering above me upon arrival. This was it, the final ritual to grant me the strength needed to create my own Empire. I began the ritual in earnest, my followers acting as my own personal martyrs. Soon, I could feel Hell’s energy beginning to rip my soul apart and knew that the ritual was a success. The pain was an indescribable one that I’ve not felt since. I could feel my throat ripping open as I screamed at the top of my lungs, but I powered through it all. I would not fall. I would not die when I’ve come so far. The demons that surrounded me soon perished one by one as the ritual continued. As the final demon was felled, the pain finally subsided, and my body began to fully absorb their essence. My body ached and grew numb, my eyes bled, my lungs were emptied of oxygen. It felt as if I had died, but it was far from the end for me. This was what true power felt like. My strength slowly returned to me, my flames even more powerful. Upon my brush with death, I’ve never felt more alive. Upon my awakening, I’ve gained abilities like no other. I could change to and from my previous evolutionary forms on a whim, granting me every possible advantage against my opponents. Through my rage, I could tap into the infernal energy within me, granting me unparalleled strength, blinding speed, and unshakeable durability. I felt unstoppable. As I began the journey back into the living world, more demons stood before me, not in battle but kneeling in praise. In time, they would come address me by my new title. One that would satisfy me to no end:

“All hail the Lady of Flies”.

Thus begins the new Empire of Necrolie, the Pyro Diptera Gardevoir.