“Release me at once!” the blood-moon creature demanded, even as he was pressed into the dirt.

Gardevoir, like a dawn that was colder than the dark of night, stood above the evil one and looked down on the invader. The Houndoom accompanying her, augmented by the Grace of Arceus, held down the would-be conqueror by the neck and growled menacingly.

“We have bested your army of lycans, o wretched abomination,” Gardevoir said, her voice ringing out across the hills. In response, the Bloodmoon Ursaluna changed shape, first into a Serperior, then into a Lycanroc, then into his preferred, fair form as a Gallade. All for naught – the Great Houndoom’s jaws relentlessly remained, ready to deliver death to the minor god.

The fairy princess sneered at the being’s attempts to escape, “Die here and now, and beg for the forgiveness of Arceus, or flee this body, fly to the House of your Master, and burn with shame in the Foul One’s gaze as he beholds your naked spirit.”

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“RAAAAHHH!” the odious being roared wordlessly, despair and hate saturating the utterance in equal measure. The Gallade glowed with black shadow for a brief moment, and then the Darkrai occupying the flesh rose up and out of the body, which ceased its breathing. Screeching, the nightmare flew away to his Master's stronghold far to the north.

The Great Houndoom stood upright, joining Gardevoir as they watched the Foul One’s lieutenant disappear across the horizon. Then they turned once again to the valley where Darkrai’s fortress stood undefended and vulnerable, and Gardevoir took point, striding forwards.

Nothing would remain of this castle of evil which imprisoned her love, she resolved, eyes narrowed. Her Perish Song would bring down every tower and every stone.