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Dreams of an Absolution	By : DeusExProcella Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 9670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
I'm radioactive, radioactive,"
Radioactive (Imagine Dragons "Night Visions")

Dreams of an Absolution
Chapter 37
The island nation of Japan was hit by a tsunami worse than any in recorded history, when the ocean itself rose up like mile high walls around the island. When they collapsed back in, the devastation was extraordinary. Entire cities were gone in seconds; countless lives were lost. In a secluded wasteland, hidden away by magical energy, a humble little house survived untouched.
Inside, the dwelling defied imagination, becoming a massive, spacious tower. The main chamber was outfitted with a ridiculous shag carpet and a large, patchy sofa that, despite its wear and tear, was remarkably comfortable. A big screen television was mounted in the wall, showing several different news reports, each detailing a different catastrophe caused by the phenomenon just hours ago. A young monster boy sat on one side of the couch, resting his cheek on his hand. A red-haired Powerpuff girl laid against him, grumbling as she explained into a communicator, for the thousandth time, that she was fine and didn't need her sister to come get her.
"Buttercup, really! It's fine! We didn't even get hit here, Ms. Ikra's house is probably the safest place in all of Japan!" she chirped, giggling as Ikra came into the room, laying out a tray of cookies. Baku snatched one of the cookies and leaned over Aku Blossom's shoulder. Buttercup bristled and glared at him. He smirked and winked.
"Yeah, chill, sis. We're just fine," he explained, snickering when Buttercup started yelling for him to get lost and stay away from her sister. Ikra rolled her eyes and joined the two on the couch.
"She just doesn't know when to stop," she muttered. Aku Blossom grew frustrated and said one more goodbye, hanging up on Buttercup. She fell from Baku's lap, slipping headfirst to the floor and glaring at the television.
"Why won't she just leave Blossom alone?" she cried, slapping both hands against her forehead. She grumbled when her bracelet left a small red spot where it hit. Baku sighed and stared longingly at the empty far wall. The other two turned to stare at it and, in unison, they all sighed once more.
"I wish she'd hurry and return," Ikra pouted. Baku and Aku Blossom nodded. The latter started to open her mouth, when, suddenly, the air was sucked from the room. The three sat in complete, utter silence, staring at the wall. There was something behind the wall. A...scream?
The wall exploded with light, a massive door made of blood and bone appearing from the frozen flames. It flew open and poured hellish fire into the Pit of Hate's living room. All three incarnations of Aku flew to their feet and stared hopefully into the portal. What walked out, exceeded all of Aku's most fantastic imaginings.
At first glance, they were sure she was Devil Blossom, but the moment her fiery eyes opened and a fanged smile spread across her lips, they knew that wasn't the case. Her six tentacles waved eagerly while she approached them. Ikra started to speak, only to be silenced by the soft touch of a tentacle on her lips. Aku Blossom reached out to touch her, gasping when she felt her hot, bare black skin. It wasn't a symbiote, like Devil Blossom. This was...
"Blossom!" Baku cried, throwing himself into her arms. Blossom caught him, and snatched up Ikra and Aku Blossom, pulling them all into a massive, crushing hug. Baku pulled away, touching her horns, an awestruck smile on his face.
"Horns...great flaming eyebrows...Blossom, what happened? You're..." He laughed wildly and pulled her into another hug, "You're beautiful!"
"You're amazing!" Aku Blossom chirped, slipping her arms around Blossom's waist and burying her face in her shoulder. Blossom blushed bright red and giggled, kissing Baku's cheek. Aku Blossom opened her mouth to protest, only to lose it when Blossom's lips captured hers in a kiss. Ikra crossed her arms and scowled.
"Oh I see, you don't like this form anymore, do you? Hm?" She complained. Blossom giggled and hovered up to her eye level. She took her face in her hands and pulled Ikra into a deep kiss. Her tentacles slipped away from Baku and Aku Blossom, wrapping around the older woman's warm body, nice and tight. Ikra moaned when one slid across the small of her back. She caught another one as it caressed her cheek and gave it a loving squeeze.
"My, my," Ikra commented, softly touching Blossom face. The Powerpuff girl leaned into her touch and smiled blissfully. She could still feel the fleeting terror that had filled her heart. The thought of being apart from Aku forever was still heavy on her mind. Blossom sniffled and laughed weakly, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. Ikra cocked her head, wiping a tear away.
"You're crying?" She asked, "Blossom, dear...what's wrong?" Blossom bit her lip and shook her head. She just threw herself into Ikra's arms again. Behind the happy reunion, two minions stood somewhat awkwardly, trying to understand the picture before them.
"I..." Chamberlain started. He coughed, clearing his throat, "I'm sorry, my Lady, but..."
Demongo sighed and spoke up, "We were...expecting to see Lord Aku," Chamberlain nodded, though he had the strangest feeling that they were looking at Lord Aku. Ikra chuckled and her voice grew louder and lower.
"Do you not recognize the face of the mighty Aku? Perhaps you were expecting this form," Ikra pulled away from Blossom and returned to her true form, that of the Shogun of Sorrow. Chamberlain and Demongo nearly screamed, dropping to their knees, rushing to be the first to bow to the master. Baku and Aku Blossom joined Aku at either side, the former with his arms crossed, the latter, her hands on her hips.
"Rise, fools. Present yourselves to Aku!" Baku barked, in his true voice. Chamberlain and Demongo rose quickly, the former composing himself enough to speak first.
"Greetings, Lord Aku. I am Chamberlain, the one who came first of those who serve you," he replied, bowing once more. Aku stroked his beard, looking down at Aku Blossom. She was mimicking him.
"Chamberlain, yes...yes!" Aku Blossom cried, appearing in front of Chamberlain and looking him over up close, "Of course! I remember you...peerless on the battlefield, with loyalty that knows no bounds! You were the first of all my creations, were you not?" Chamberlain nodded proudly. Aku turned to Demongo.
"And you are?" he asked. Demongo bowed deeply. The others could tell he was nervous; this was his first time seeing Lord Aku in person.
"I am Demongo, the Soul Collector, the last of my Master's minions, and the greatest of all his creations!" The incarnations of Aku traded a glance; Baku smirked when he noticed the glare on Chamberlain's face. Baku laughed and marched closer, inspecting Demongo.
"Is that so? Tell me, is it true...did you succeed in killing the Samurai?" he asked. Demongo stood upright and opened his mouth to speak. He closed it and lowered his head, shaking it.
"No, my Master, I was not entirely successful in killing the Samurai," he admitted. Blossom pushed by Aku. Demongo made eye contact with her, but quickly looked away.
Blossom tipped his chin up with a tentacle, "You know...everything we know about you is just hearsay, legend. I'd be interested to hear just what you are and what really happened," she pointed out. Aku nodded, sitting back as a throne rose up from the ground beneath him. The room around them changed entirely, becoming a massive throne room...with a ragged old couch directly across from the throne. Aku gestured for the others to sit.
Chamberlain bowed and took a space on the couch. Demongo sighed and threw himself down as far from the other demon as he could. Blossom looked up at Aku and cleared her throat. He stared back at her in confusion, a blank look in his eye. The Powerpuff girl crossed her arms and nodded toward his throne. Baku slapped his head and pointed at the throne when Aku showed no signs of understanding. Aku snapped his fingers and laughed.
"Ah, yes! Of course!" With a gesture, a second throne, sized properly for his beloved, grew from the ground. Blossom sat down gingerly, crossing her legs and relaxing. Baku leaned against the side of her throne, while Aku Blossom sat at her feet, resting her head on her lap.
"Very good, we are all settled in and comfortable. Share with us your tale, Soul Collector," Aku commanded with a broad sweep of his hand. Demongo cleared his throat and nodded.
"I won't...bore you with meaningless details, Master," He turned to Blossom, "Mistress, but, you see, I was born shortly after your, erm...defeat," The three incarnations of Aku bristled. Blossom started to run her mitt through Aku Blossom's hair, shushing them.
"That's enough...go on, Demongo,"
Demongo nodded, "You are too kind, my Mistress. As I was saying...the world was returning to the way it once was, albeit quite slowly. My human host, well...he had not fared so well in my Master's reign. His legs broken beyond repair and his body too weak to work, why, he was hardly a person at all when my Master was, ahem, forced to retire," Demongo steepled his fingers and sighed, closing his eyes.
"A young girl tended to my human host, perhaps out of pity or necessity, I can't say I know for certain. However, she cared for him. Feeding him, washing him...were it not for that girl, he would not have survived to that fateful day. You see, the man had been infected by my Master, a rather wicked disease that merely needed time to grow. And one day, he began to transform. In his fury, he struck down the poor girl, drawing the wrath and fear of the kingdom. As he continued to transform, becoming more demon than man, holy men and wizards across the land came to try to vanquish his sickness,"
"One magician, a very smart man, but...well not entirely together," Demongo chuckled. This part he could recall vividly, "He claimed that it was the man's soul, not the body that had been tainted. He got the emperor's permission and used rather...forbidden magic to extract the man's soul from his body. This is where things get interesting," Demongo was practically giggling now. Baku sighed and rolled his eyes. He yelped and jumped a few inches in the air, holding his backside. He whipped around and glared at Blossom, who only grinned and winked.
"Pay attention, Bay...I went through so much trouble to find him," She chastised him. Baku sighed and nodded, slipping onto the arm rest of her throne. Blossom smiled and rested her head on his side, practically purring when he started to stroke her hair the way she did Aku Blossom's.
Demongo hesitated, watching the two. He cleared his throat, "Yes, um, well...of course! Yes, my creation. You see, the magician had been wrong! The man's soul was, it turns out, quite pure. In fact, it alone was holding back the spread of the disease! In mere minutes, the dark power completely consumed the soulless body. They tried to destroy him, but, well it was too late," Demongo puffed his chest out proudly, "The Soul Collector had been born,"
"Magnificent...but what of the Samurai? Stories left in your wake say you were the one to end his life, and yet you deny this?" Aku asked, more confused than he had been before. Demongo nodded, making eye contact with Blossom once again.
"While it is true I ended the Samurai's mortal life, when I attempted to steal his soul, I found that it was...far too pure. I had stolen pure souls before but his...his wasn't just pure it was...I couldn't even touch it!" Demongo hissed. His fists were clenched, the bubbly blue fire rising from his head burning wild.
Blossom spoke up, "You couldn't steal his soul because it was filled with the Spirit of Righteousness,"
"Of course..." Aku murmured, nodded. Demongo nodded and sighed.
"Yes...well, in trying to steal his soul, I...tore a piece of it free. Even that small piece was enough to drive me to the brink of death. Being soulless myself, though, I couldn't die. Things get fuzzy, though, after he destroyed my body. I do recall our souls battling...and mine being utterly outmatched. We fell through a door of some sort...a door like the one the Mistress summoned before,"
"The Demon Gate," Blossom corrected him.
"Yes of course. We fell through the Demon Gate and into that crater. Eventually, my spirit couldn't go on and he was able to seal me within that coffin," Demongo sat back and crossed his arms nervously, "And then you came, my Mistress, and you killed the Samurai,"
"WHAT?!" All three incarnations of Aku yelled, launching to their feet. Blossom remained seated and shrugged, a mischievous little smirk on her face, "You did battle with the accursed Samurai? What were you thinking, child? You could have been slain! You could have thrown away everything we'd worked for!" Aku yelled, towering over her.
Blossom stared up at him, her eyes narrowing while their flames burned brighter. Aku swallowed and shrank when she flew up to his eye level.
"I am not a child, Aku, "she began, poking him in the nose, "and, yes, I fought the Samurai. And he nearly destroyed me, but look at me now!" Blossom held her arms out and was engulfed in power, "He made me stronger! He released the real me! My true self! And with this power, I killed him! He's gone now, for good," Blossom lowered her arms and let her power fizzle out.
Aku swallowed and reached out, brushing her hair out of her face. Blossom blushed, "It would seem so, wouldn't it, Blossom?" Aku murmured. Blossom smiled and kissed his nose. Laughing, the Deliverer of Darkness suddenly shrank and returned to his feminine form. Ikra stretched, kissing Blossom's cheek when she passed by on her way to the floor. The throne room spun and morphed, becoming a big living room once more.
"You've done well, Demongo. You have made me proud, by destroying the Samurai," Demongo began to speak up, but Ikra cut him off, "And you, Chamberlain...how did you come into the picture once more? I...don't remember what happened to you before," Ikra scratched her head and looked over at Baku and Aku Blossom. They both shrugged, just as confused.
Chamberlain rose to his feet and folded his arms behind his back, "When you were expelled from the Realm of Hatred, I remained behind, attempting to keep order in your kingdom, my Sovereign...ahem, Lord Aku. However, without you, it wasn't long until the minions left behind succumbed to our base instincts, giving in to hatred itself. I hid instructions to release me, and then sealed myself beneath the Blackstone City, waiting for your return," Chamberlain bowed once more.
"I found and released him," Blossom explained, approaching Chamberlain. He knelt down and bowed his head, "He helped me find Hookocho, the Prince of Pain, and...helped me overcome my own demons. I'd have never been able to free Demongo without him," Blossom glanced back at Aku, "They were both worth the effort, I know they'll serve us well,"
Ikra smiled and leaned down, tipping Chamberlain's head back. He tried to hold her gaze, but he bowed his head once more, his blush thankfully hidden by his mask, "Very well, you've both made me proud. We will discuss our plans moving forward...after our vacation is over," Chamberlain and Demongo both looked up, confused.
"Vacation?" They asked in unison. Ikra sauntered to the stairs, leading to the bedroom. Blossom had already gone up the stairs, dragging her feet as the adrenaline high from the previous days began to wear off, her fatigue catching up with her.
"We'll be retiring for a nap, don't make a mess boys," Ikra called back, then went up the stairs to join her love and her incarnations. Chamberlain and Demongo were left alone in the living room, staring blankly up the staircase where their Master had vanished.
"What...is a vacation?" Demongo finally asked.
Chamberlain scratched his head sheepishly and shrugged, "I am...unsure,"
"What do we do now..?"
"That...is a very good question,"
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