A bipedal creature was standing in a makeshift graveyard in front of two crude tombstones, holding a bouquet of lilac. both tombstones sharing a familiar last name for the creature.
His long, blond air flowed in the wind, his fur of the same shade as his flowers helping him against the raging cold of the devastated land he was in. He closed his green eyes, the gem on his forehead glinting slightly in the moonlight.
He didn't dare to look down at the tombstone, at their names. The names of ones he cherished so much, of ones he would have given the world to.
Yet, he had to. He had to look at them, it was going to be the last time he would see them for a long time.
Here lies.
Chester Memphis.
Brave swordsman, Husband, Father, loved by all for his rightful actions.
2004-2024.
He almost chocked on his own breath, just his tombstone was too much for the poor man to handle. His eyes slowly drifted to the right and landed on the second, smaller tombstone.
Here lies.
Ava Memphis.
Gone too soon.
2023-2024.
The man couldn't hold his tears back, sadness, guilt, anger, it all came crashing down on him.
What did he do to deserve this?
Why couldn't he save them in time?
Why didn't he die instead of them?
Why would HE send such foul creatures to take his family?
He cried, for he did not know. All he knew was who had sent the creature who took his husband and his son.
Arceus, the so called kind god of this world.
"I swear... When i'm done with the mistress' orders, i'll track this excuse of a god. I'll get revenge, for the both of you."
He shakily lowered himself on one knee, gently placing the flowers between the two graves so they may share them. "Chester, my love. You will never leave my heart. You are the best thing i could even ask for. Even if you were a idiot at time and we fought, you always there for me, you always supported me, even after learning of the truth, you always were there..."
The man had to stop himself to prevent his voice from breaking. He took more deep, shaky breaths as he recollected his thoughts. "And you, Ava, my sweet sunshine. I am sorry Mommy wasn't there to protect you. I am sorry i will never be able to provide you a perfect life. But do not worry, Mommy will be back soon and will deal with the one who sent you and Daddy up there."
A small smile crept through his frown as memories slipped in his head. He got up, looking down at both graves. "I promise you both. I will grow stronger. And i will defeat the beast that ripped you both apart from me, as well as Arceus."
He took a deep breath, pulling a dagger out from his belt. The dagger had a black handle with a red tip, the blade was straight and sharpened, A logo in the form of six tentacles with pointed heads surrounding the head of his goddess, Giratina carved on the base of the blade. He grabbed the dagger by the blade with his other hand, not budging in the slightest when the blade cut his palm open the moment he yanked it out, being used to doing such rituals for his more powerful spells.
He opened his hand, letting his blood drip from his palm in front of the graves, a small, red circle with runes forgotten to time etched over it appearing in his palm before it copied itself underneath the tombstones, and in a flash. A dark orb with different runes of similar origins engraved on the dark forcefield appeared around the two memorials, protecting them from everything outside, even time and space itself, until he would return.
"This seal you used is powerful, but i can only expect such from my best follower," a voice rang out from behind him as he could hear footsteps approaching. "Are you ready to go, Nikolas?"
"Yes, Mistress. I am ready. This seal will be strong enough to resist anything this liar may send at their grave." He turned around, bowing as he looked at the imposing stature of his goddess.
She nodded, the six tentacles appendages on her back flowing in the wind. "Are you sure you do not want me to cast a spell to make your oncoming transformation easier for you?"
He shook his head. "No mistress, you've already done so much for me and offered such a opportunity with this mission that i simply cannot accept more from you without working for it."
"Very well. Then come, my dear follower. Let your newest mission begin." Giratina held a hand out for Nikolas to take.
He rose up with a nod, gently taking the hand of the chaos pokemon, closing his eyes and relaxing as he felt the energy of her spell through him, feeling his subconsciousness slowly drift away.
"Good luck, my faithful follower." Were the last thing he heard before loosing consciousness completely.
The creature grunted as he awoken from his slumber, taking a minute to find his footing. He was slightly used to being a quadrupedal, having found a old spell enabling him to go from his anthropomorphic form to a more "feral" form, as some would put it. But it had been ages since he hadn't used that spell.
He shook his head once he stood up, clearing his slight dizziness before looking down at his new form.
"Hooves? Interesting, so the dominant specie are equines." Nikolas raised one of his hoof to get a better look at it.
His fur had not changed color, still being a pleasant shade of lilac, but it was admittedly slightly shorter than he was used to.
He raised the hoof to feel his forehead, and to his relief, his magical gem was still there. Meaning if he was in deep trouble, he could resort to using the illegal moves he learnt, not that it was illegal anymore since he was pretty sure pokemons didn't exist in this world.
Feeling a weird protrusion right over his gem with the side of his hoof, he moved his hoof to feel the weird appendage, only to wince and recoil when he tapped it too hard.
"Ouch. Whatever that is, it's sensitive," he shook his head once more before something dawned on him.
"Wait, what happened to my voice?" The man's voice had indeed changed. It was way higher than it should be.
Granted, the man was basically a femboy in his previous life and did not hide it, even putting on a show by keeping a higher pitched voice. This still was a few octave higher than he remember himself being able to reach.
"I have a theory of what might have happened but i do not like this..." Nikolas's ears perked when he caught the faint sound of running water, taking some time to trot over to it. His throat felt dry and the water would provide a bonus of letting him see his reflection if needed be.
After reaching the water and eagerly drinking from the small stream, it took him a little time to process the reflection in the crystal-clear water.
What looked back at him was the face of a weird hybrid between a cat and a small horse with a horn. His ears were that of a feline, his mane had a golden blond color with both a green and vanilla highlight, his tail had the same, but split in two at the end like a espeon, his eyes were oversized for his head and had slit for pupils, resembling a cat.
He opened his mouth slightly, a small feeling of relief when he noticed he indeed still had his canines. He would never be able to live correctly if he wasn't able to eat any more meat.
After checking up his face, and seeing the protrusion above his head was a small lilac horn that degraded into a red at the tip. He came to a conclusion he hoped he wouldn't have to.
"I'm a kid..." he let his own words sink in. His body was way too small and had a few childish features that proved his theory right, much to his displeasure.
"I'm a 21 year old cultist in the body of a child..."
Only one thought crossed his mind at that.
"Why must you hate me so much, fate?!" The now child yelled at the sky in annoyance, which sounded way to cute to be taken seriously by any creatures who could hear him in that moment.
"Alright, Calm down Nikolas. You've still got your magic. Let's hope my level hasn't gone down, i don't know how else i'd get to level up and unlock more moves. Wait," having a sudden thought, he lowered his head to look at his stomach and between his legs.
"Nope, still a male. Good, not like that matters since i got a spell to change genders, but good."
Nikolas walked back to the place he woke up in, finding a belt with a sole dagger strapped to it, one he knew very well. "Hey, my follower dagger made it with me!" He eagerly took it and carefully slid the belt on himself, hiding the dagger to the only place he could for the moment seeing he had no clothes, his mane.
"Alright, course of actions. Get used to this body, find the limit of this body went it comes to my mistress' magic, then find civilization. Shouldn't be too hard once I'll be out of this forest."
And so, Nikolas Memphis's new life in this world started.