>>58983609THEN DIE HOMELESS AND EARN NOTHING COON
STAY MAD
Aldith’s laughter was soft, almost pitying. “I told you. Liberation. You represent a world where humans and Pokémon are partners. A world of bonds, of love, of weakness. We envision a world of pure utility, of absolute human control. You champions, you gym leaders… you’re the pillars holding up the old world. Remove the pillars, and the roof caves in. It’s not personal. It’s evolution.”
A new sound: the crackle of a radio. Aldith’s muffled voice. “Yes, sir… Both packages are secured and processing… The method is, as always,thoroughly. No traces… Thank you, Lord Ghetsis. Your confidence is my motivation… The Elesa operation is already in motion? Excellent. Nimbasa will be leaderless by dawn… Understood. Aldith out.”
Cynthia’s despair deepened. Elesa. They’re doing it right now. The vibrant, electric gym leader… being forced into the same dark, hot hell. The conquest was spreading like a stain.
For a long while, there was only the sound of digestion and sorrow. The acids worked steadily. Cynthia felt Diantha’s lingerie—a sleek, satin affair—beginning to slacken and dissolve against her own tattered lace. Their bare legs, now slick with digestive juices, slid against each other. There was no pleasure in the contact, only a horrific intimacy, a shared ruination. They were two sculptures of flesh and bone being melted down in the same crucible.
Diantha’s crying eventually subsided into shaky, hitched breaths. “My last film… it was about a tragedy. A love story ended by fate. I thought I understood sorrow.” She let out a wet, broken laugh. “I didn’t know anything.”
