The Death of Deoxys PT3/10
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Deo watched helplessly from the ground-- restrained by Dioxys' psychic energy. His fingers scrapped against the floorboards hard enough for the wood to snap and tear. Why did they come here?! Deo just couldn't understand it, for he thought they knew better. He thought they would make it easy. He thought they would just let it happen.
Why.. do they keep coming here..? Deo's senses buzzed like static in his mind. There was another. A familiar psychic type teleported before him..
Dioxys tilted his head at Chai as she squirmed in his grasp. It was so.. unsightly.
"The truth is that he lies in a home every night that is not his. He dreams of another that is not his. He doesn't dream of you. Your friend, Deo..- He stays in a universe far from his because he ran away just like how he would have ran away from you, and he stays far away because everyone we knew together is dead. The best part? Everyone we knew is dead because of him and exclusively him."
"The truth is that we had a job to do, and he turned his back on all of us. Don't you undestand? Deo's sins are not something that can be washed away with a few jokes and games. He needs a comeuppance."
Dioxys, of course, sensed the newest intruder, but he figured that he could actually turn this into a beneficial lesson for Deo before his death. He could show Deo just how many people he drags down with him.
"Deo and I were supposed to save everyone. We were supposed to do that together."
"Instead, our entire planet is dead, and your friend, Deo, left me behind empty walls."
Deo's body surged with Quill's psychic energy. It was just enough to set the first lock in his Psychic Well open.
He had to snap out of this.
"Thank you, fr-," Deo stammered. With a gentle squeeze of Quill's hand, he signified the Gothitelle to help him to his feet, but he was in a haze.. Deo struggled-- only managing to get onto his knees. "Quill, you have to go," he mumbled, but it was too late.
Dioxys took notice. He had released Chai in favor of glaring towards Quill and Deo.
The psychic energy that bubbled at Dioxys' fingertip was smothering.
With a bead of energy released, an adage spoken, "Rites begin when the sun descends."
The explosion from the psychic bead started small with only the destruction of the western flank, but just as quickly as the energy released, it sank back into itself. A reverberation- a second explosion erupted large enough to blow the entire home away.
Smoke and ash fluttered under the touch of moonlight as Dioxys stood in the middle of his work. He watched as bits of wood and stone flew down from the night sky like rain, and he paid careful attention to the life signatures around him.
"Still alive?" Dioxys called into the night-- a rhetorical question. He knew that at the very last second.., Deo managed to shield his acquaintances from any lethal wounds.
With a sigh, Dioxys began to make his way towards Deo's buried body in the rubble.
"You never learn, do you?"
