Tears of a Devil

By: Hentasma-chan

A Sinnoh Region Tale

Chapter 1: A Lustful Pact

It was if it were trapped in the eye of a tornado; pitch black clouds in a constant cycle around broken, levitating ground chunks. The air is thick, like a poisonous fog but completely clear as day. Darkness ruled everything in the Distortion World. Occasionally crackles of thunder would roar through the empty void, masking the silent sighs and cries of this world's only entity.

"..." Giratina thoughts were as empty as the void as it opened a window to view the world. The light from the imagery stung its eyes, reflecting monstrous tears that it had just shed. For the longest time, Giratina was filled with spite and malice. But as years turned into an eternity, it learned to mask it through sadness, keeping it just beneath its shell as its sorrowful wails let out the pain.

"...Arceus...why have you birthed me into this cursed world...?" Giratina thought as it extinguished the visions of the world, rattling the very state of its reality with an ear shattering shriek of despair. Various platforms and rock formations began to collapse and crumble, only to be pressed back together by the gravity of the void. More tears crawled its demonic shell of a face as it curled up into a ball, vanishing from the mortal plane of view, to rest its weary soul as it did every few decades.

Giratina's crimson eyes suddenly shot open as it felt a disturbance within its realm. A soft, violet light appeared upon one of the countless land formations, an entity emerging from it. The entity collapsed to the ground, as if thrown through the rift before lifting themselves to their hands and knees.

"A...human...?" Giratina thought as its sharp eyes identified the entity. It was a young lady; her pale skin battered and slashed, a testament to 5787ithe world in which she came. Her lengthy, disheveled hair was as dark as the night sky. Her faded, terrified eyes shined like sapphires as tears rolled down her frail, pretty face. It was clear that terror had engulfed her soul as she shook and quakes, taking in her new surroundings. Still invisible to the human eye, Giratina quickly uncoilled, slithering through the void like a dragon of myth to get closer to the human in its sights. It was clear that the girl was broken in every meaning of the word as Giratina read her thoughts, witnessing countless atrocities.

"...human..." Giratina said in her mind causing her to curl up into a sobbing mess, shrieking as she looked around the void wildly.

"W-WHO'S THERE?!" she screamed, causing Giratina to grow closer until it was floating before her.

"...how...did you enter my realm...?" Giratina spoke to her mind again, trying to be as inviting as it could muster, which was quite the challenge. The girl continued shaking and crying, know laying her side, curled up into a ball to hide her terrified face.

"...do not cower before me...for I am not approaching you with malice..." Giratina's words seemed to only slightly affect her mental state, enough for her to move into a sitting position. As her eyes focused to her front, they turned catatonic as she watched Giratina emerge from a black void before her, a sillouhette of its horrific appearance. Its eyes began to glow like crimson headlights before completely materializing, which caused the young lady the shriek much louder than before, jumping to her feet to quickly back away. As her back hit a stone slab of a wall, she shuddered, realizing there was no escape. Tears continued to pour from her shattered gaze as she fell to her rear once again.

"W-W-What are you...?" The young lady managed to sob audibly as Giratina moved mere feet from her, floating in its origin form like a menacing demon. It looked dead into her eyes, entrancing her to the point of mental paralysis.

"...I am Giratina...son of Arceus...exiled to this realm for my burning aggression towards all things...who...are you...human?" The voice replied in a demonic, yet celestial manner. The young lady, her entire being broken down, simply smiled a sorrowful smile, tears still instinctively crawling down her cheeks.

"M-My name is Prisscila. I was sacrificed as a part of a ritual and somehow ended up here...if that makes any sense..." Prisscila replied, Giratina shutting its beady eyes and slowly swaying its head from side to side, but paused as a thought crossed its mind. It gave a tilt of its head as it moved ever so closer.

"...explain this...ritual to me..." Giratina said with devilish intrigue, Prisscila growing rather uncomfortable as Giratina came close enough to touch, it body towering over her as it kep its face on level with hers.

"Through carnal dances with the exiled God, may they be granted with its power...once enough souls have been reaped and defiled, the gates to the heavens will open to reveal the face of the creator...that's it..." Prisscila replied, her eyes turning to the ground shamefully, her arms hugging around herself to try and contain her trembling. Searching through her mind for definitions of her words and examples, Giratina quickly pieced together and comprehend her words. That's when it clicked, in the time of the old world, siances such as this would allow God's to walk among the old world. This particular one was crafted by a mad man that was exiled by his peers.

"...lost soul...forsaken by the old world...I wish to make a pact with you...I have seen into your mind and soul...the terrible and dastardly acts cast upon you by force...I can turn pain...into pleasure...angst into ecstasy...and help you take vengeance on the world...allow me into your body...and I will make everything change..." Giratina's words were ominous, but truthful, which helped the broken soul make an easy choice. A twisted smile formed upon her lips, her eyes were widened, as if an angel of mercy were about to bestow its blessings upon her.

"Yes please! Make use of my body! Use me to bring vengeance to those who...!" Prisscila's words turned to a sudden, sharp gasp as she felt something sharp stab up between her legs. Following the appendage, it was one of Giratina's many bone like wings. She stared with a mixture of horror and pleasure as she stared down, blood trailing down her legs. The strange part was only mild pain, like a lover's painful, yet loving strike upon her system. Her pale cheeks turned red as her heart began to pound in her chest like the wings of a humming bird as she grasped the appendage with her arms, the sudden urge to graze it with her tongue growing overwhelming. She began to pant and cry out, moistening the appendage with her tongue as she used her arms to move on and off of the stinger that had impaled her undercarriage to violently.

Madness overtook Prisscilla as her eyes rolled back into her head from overwhelming pleasure, panting like a dog in heat as she continued to slam her nether region down on the now expanding spike, blood pooling onto the ground with every ferocious thrust.

"...this carnal feeling...I find it most...pleasant..." Giratina thought, as a long, air quaking groan erupted from from Giratina, the spike on its appendage beginning to throb like a pulse, the blood consuming it being absorbed as if drinking water. Prisscilla began making loud, incoherent rambles of immense pleasure as she felt her life being drained, thrusting on Giratina's spike like her sole purpose was to be a disposable hole.

With a few more thrusts however, Prisscila let out a blood curdling gargle, as if she were on the last moment of her life. A dark ooze then poured deep inside her from a small hole at the tip of the spike. With a crude, distorted grin of pleasure on her face, her vision began to blur, Giratina's shining ruby eyes being the last thing she saw before vision turned black.

Prisscila's eyes suddenly shot open, the feeling of grass beneath her hands tingling her senses as she observed a small lake in front of her. She tried to move, but it was if she were cast in stone. Panicking, she tried to speak, but her lips wouldnt budge. Slowly, her body began to stand against her will stretching its arms to the sky her clear vision was suddenly tainted red, a small smile forming on her lips.

"Is that you Giratina?" She thought, her vision nodding slowly.

"...the pact was a success...I now control your body..." Giratina said aloud in her voice, Prisscila now with a school girl smile on her face, her cheeks rosey before closing her eyes.

"Use my body however you wish Giratina, you're my everything now," Prisscila thought with an innocent giggle, genuinely happy with her choice. Giratina took time to get used to the human bodies motor functions, slowly moving around, clenching her hands into fists and relaxing them.

"...this is agreeable...as promised, we shall dispose of your defilers...we shall make them our first sacrifices..." Giratina thought, a sadistic grin crossing Prisscila's inner face.

"I'll be happy to lead you to each and every one of them...I can't wait to see the lights in there eyes be extinguished like they did to mine..." Priscilla thought with another internal giggle, a true sign of how madness had overtaken her moralities. Giratina smirked and gave a nod with a final stretch of her new legs.

"...lead the way...lost soul now found..." Giratina said in its prophetic wording, Prisscila giggling again.

"You can just call me Prisscila, Giratina," Prisscila chuckled, Giratina nodding once again.

"Very well...Prisscila, lead me to their demise..." Giratina replied, making Prisscila blush and smile sweetly within her mind.

Veilstone City - 12:13AM

"Shit, shit, shit!" What the hell was I thinking?!" Demitri shouted in his living room as he paced back in fourth in his living room, his pet Growlijthe following him around in confusion. The prior night participated in the ritual that inevitabley took the life of an innocent girl named Prisscila, a girl he actually had grown quite fond of. For the most part, Demitri was a good guy, but a mixture of peer pressure and dark curiosity is a receipt for disaster no matter the individual.

"Demonic powers my ass! All I've gotten is the guilt of attempted homicide, I'm such a fucking idiot!" Demitri cursed again, holding his heads which felt like it could explode from stress. Finally pausing, he let out a long, hefty sigh, his Growlithe rubbing on his leg to try and cheer his master up. Demitri reached down and lovingly scratched on its his, calming down at least a little.

"At least you won't rat me out, hehe...I think I need to splash some water on my face..." Demitri groaned, trouncing into his kitchen. As he turned on the water, he noticed something move, triggering the motion sensor lights on his porch.

"The hell was that?!" Demitri jumped, but put the thought to side for a moment. Lowering his face, the color water cleansed his unkempt, greasy face, refreshing him to a much needed degree. He sighed a few more times for looking back out the window. His heart stopped in his chest as he noticed to red dots out in the night away from sight, just staring at him. He couldn't tell what it was, all he knew was that he was getting a bad feeling about it. The red p 0 0odots then vanished, causing him to sigh heavily.

"Damn...everything is making me so jumpy...maybe I should just freaking sleep, I've been up non-stop after the incident..." Demitri sighed, moving to his living room to cut out the lights, his Growlithe following 4mo him around by routine. It didnt take long for Demitri to completely pass out with Gmmmm9rowlithe sleeping by the door. An eerie silence was cast over the room, so much that not even the static sound of air was present. Demitri was stirred half awake as he felt ruffling at the foot of his bed, which he shrugged off.

"Growly, cut it out..." He said in a sleepy stupor. It wasn't until he felt his bottoms being rolled down his legs that he actually made an attempt to really move, throwing his covers off, his skin changed to stark white as he was glared down by the very girl he had killed the night before, Prisscila. A mischievous grin curled upon Prisscila's lips, her eyes now glowing blood red. Demitri went to move but found himself paralyzed, his voice coming out mute as he tried to call out for his canine companion. He then gasped, staring in disbelief as Prisscila began pleasuring his sleeping member.

"You were always so cute...I always wanted to do this to you..." Prisscila's seductress eyes stayed focused on his as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his prick, pinching the head into mouth before proceeding to bob her head up and down on it, her eyes never leaving his. Demitri could only manage moans and groans from his throat as his dick became fully awake, throbbing gently against her lips. She sucked hard, her lips making a load popping noise as they came of7idddxct dvvd. Zf his now slick prick.

"Hehehe...you make cute faces when getting sucked off by a dead girl..." Prisscila said in a low tone, crawling up onto his still, hot body. Demitri struggled with all his might, terrified out of his mind but alas, his body was frozen in place. Placing her frail pale hands on his chest, the slash marks on her forearms and wrist became visible in the moonlight. Before Demitri could gather his next thought, he found his sturdy member deep in Prisscila's crotch. His head throwing itself back onto his pillow as Prisscila lovingly had her way with him. She began to go harder and harder, the lewd, slick noises of her pussy slapping against him filling the room with every downward thrust. Sadistic giggling began to entwine with her cries of passion until she could hear Demitri groaning desperately.

"C-Cumming..." He managed to growl out. As he words hit the air, his gaze was that of pure terror as he saw Priscilla's eyes open inhumanly wide, her expression turning stone cold as what appeared to be an inhuman like leg with a large stinger appear behind her. Before he could make another word, it sprung down like a bear trap, stabbing deeply into his stomach. He suddenly had the ability to speak, screaming bloody murder as Prisscila kept riding his ejaculating member as Giratina's appendage began throbbing and thrusting deeply into his stomach, his sheets being stained with blood. Slowly leaning forward, Prisscila's horrific gaze burned itself into Demitri's mind as the brights of his eye grew dim.

"...your sacrifice...brings me one step closer..." Prisscila said in a menacing monotone pitch, choking gasps being the last thing to leave Demitri before going completely limp. Prisscila trembled vigorously as Giratina's ooze mixed with the blood pooling beneath Demitri, ruining his bed as it dripped to the floor. Giratina relinquished control back to Prisscila, who stared at their handiwork. Suddenly, in the pit of her stomach, she was struck with an uncontrollable urge to laugh allowed like a maniac, the dark depths of the night closing out horrific sight.

To Be Continued...