Champion in Remnant

Light in Dark

Cyrus stood in front of the rocky ledge, arms behind his back. He remained there and had remained there for an unknown period of time like a statue, silently inhaling the grim, cold air and exhaling it through his nose. His eyes were as brooding and narrowed as always, but if one were to truly know the soulless man that is Cyrus, they would see that his eyes had an unnoticeable hint of something.

Contentment.

Cyrus was content to just stand on that very ledge and breath in the air of the Grimmlands.

"This realm void of spirit and strife...", He says finally, his voice dry from lack of use and the cold air. He closed his dark eyes, then spoke again, "It's everything I have longed for and strived to create."

He remembered when he first came to this land, this world.

Months ago

After what felt like an eternity of sleep, Cyrus could feel his consciousness return to him, and the first thing that he could remember was pain. Pain at being attacked and dragged into the Distortion World. A blast from Giratina had struck him and sent him send him back to the real world in a coma. The last thing he heard was that he was being taken to a prison hospital. That was when he had lost consciousness. But now, he was awake.

He brushed the drowsiness away from his eyes as they darted around the room, realizing that he wasn't in a prison cell and he had his Team Galactic uniform and Pokéballs on him. As he collected himself, he spoke as he evened out his breathing. "What...what happened? How did I get out?"

"What is this place?"

At first he thought he was in another part of the Distortion World, the atmosphere in this place feeling similar. Void of emotion, hope, and spirit. It felt like a real home almost.

"Ah, so you are awake at last."

Cyrus' head whirled around to face the direction that the unknown voice came from. What he saw was a tall figure that he instantly recognized as female. She was slightly below his height and she was standing in the doorway, the shadows concealing the woman's form. Though something was strange about this woman. The very sound of her voice gave off a chilling vibe. It sounded young, but the tone made her sound almost really old at the same time.

The woman finished her statement. "After all, I believe we will be working together for quite a long time."

Cyrus narrowed his eyes. "Where am I? How did I get here?"

"A simple matter really." The woman answered as if it were no big deal. "I summoned you here. The unbridled anger and hatred for your enemies that you contain within your soul was so great that I was able to take a hold of you with my dark magic and transport you here."

"And who might you be? Last thing I remembered I was being shipped off to some prison hospital.

"You are in my fortress, my castle if you will. We currently reside in a land known only as the Land of Darkness. And as for who I am..." The woman stepped into the light, revealing her stark white face. She wore a long black robe that Cyrus could have mistaken for shadows themselves. The sclerae of her eyes were just as black, with her irises blood red. She had a small diamond in the middle of her forehead with the sides of her face and arms covered in dark red and violet veins. Her hair was styled into a rather large bun with six ornamental braids, three on either side of her head. She spoke in the same cold voice, finally revealing her name to Cyrus.

"...My name is Salem. And I believe that we have much to discuss, Cyrus."

Present

Cyrus continued to stare at the broken moon of Remnant. It was almost cathartic to see and know the reason for it's shattered state. And why his ideal world is truly for the better.