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read Part 1 here
Anyway, now we come to one of the big twists, and among other things listed and unlisted was one of the primary reasons I couldn't bring myself to continue this story.
“Why do you fear me, Yosie?” Greed asked. “What reason have you to fear your own ancestor?”
The others gasped with surprise at the demon's bold statement. With the exception of Todd, who shouted, “Wait, what?!”
“I'm not your descendant,” Yosie rebuked. “I'm Jirachi's descendant. And no matter what you call that mockery of a shape, you are not, never were, and never will be Jirachi.”
The others again gasped with surprise at the raccoon's bold statement. With the exception of Todd, who again shouted, “Wait, what?!”
Yeah. For those wondering why Greed was a Jirachi and haven't read my riff, that's because Jirachi was my avatar back in the first story since that was my display name at the time. For the sequel, I decided, in correspondence with Ice's story starring Ice, that another avatar of mine resembling my raccoon fursona would be the main character.
A lot of backstory was come up with to justify this, and most of it revolves a round a central concept: the Wishing.
“But what does he want from you?”
“What else?” Yosie replied, sounding somewhat dejected. “He wants me to die of greed.”
“If you do, he could possess your body...”
“...and he'd have the Wishing all over again. And it'll be especially worse this time, now that he's fully aware of it.”
The Wishing was the name given to Jirachi's ability to grant wishes, and those who had this ability were known as Wishmakers. It was defined as a minor reality-warping power According to my bio notes, "He started using his powers as a Wishmaker, a master of the Wishing, for good and eventually fell in love with a young raccoon woman and had a son. Unfortunately, around then the kingdom fell and hit a recession hard, and Jirachi began working to get money to support his family. His growing insercurity over his finances drove him to hoard everything he could, for fear he'd lose it again. Unfortunately, by the time the recession ended, the hoarding had become a habit, and then quickly an obsession. His wife took her child and left him when it grew out of control, and he began seizing all the money and stuff he could get his hands on, even resorting to theft."
... He reached for the coin, but the quicksand held fast against him. "M-Mine..." he whispered, only to get a mouthful of the mudlike earth. The chamber rose out of view as the quicksand consumed his vision.
For what felt like a long time, he saw nothing but the wet sand and himself sinking into it. The pure earth power countered the metallic properties of his body, preventing him from escaping. And he kept sinking... Sinking... His mind was racing. I was so close! That coin was mine! MINE, I tell you!
And then suddenly he wasn't in quicksand anymore. But he was still falling, and a lot faster this time. Apparently some sort of magic kept the block of quickstand floating in the air, covering the hole of a giant pit trap. Looking down, he saw he was rushing toward a floor covered in tall very sharp stone spikes, with a skeleton or two of species he couldn't be bothered to identify right now scattered among them.
No... his last thoughts sounded. M-My coin...
The spikes rushed ever closer and closer...
***
Yosie slammed his mug down on the counter with a loud thug, causing small drops of root bear to fly out of all over the counter.
"He was so consumed by his own greed, it weighed him down," he concluded, "and he had forgotten how to fly."
As for Yosie, he descended from the family, and so has a little Wishing in him, but it's very diluted after multiple generations. He manages to channel it using his tool: a ballpoint pencil that, with the lingering Wishing in him, can draw and create any object he can imagine, as well as erase said objects. He also shows the ability to draw magical runes on objects, including himself and others, in order to invoke magical effects.
Marty Sue flags raising in your head yet? Yes? Good. There was no question he was a wish-fulfilment fantasy. Not to mention I made him autistic as well, not that he acts like it. He even had less of a planned character arc than Todd.
Granted, Greed was warped such that he wasn't any better. There was actually an extended segment where it was the worst.
Her face expressed the disgust she felt as the ooze crawled over her feet and started to climb up her. She tried to struggle loose and get away, but the demon's touch seemed to paralyze her and her body wouldn't listen to what her brain was telling it.
"Oooh..." Greed moaned with pleasure. "I can see why Lust makes such a big deal out of being touchy-feely. Your fur is so silky... You must brush it every day."
"Brushing is for pompous sissies," Danny snapped back. She was quite glad her mouth had not been affected. "And my fur is not silky, it's rough, like double-grain sandpaper!"
"Then why does it feel so good touching you?" Greed asked. By now, he had inched his way up until she was waist-deep in him. "You keep acting tough, you're definitely rough on the inside, such a broken and jagged past, but you just can't help it; your body is just so adorable."
"I am not adorable!" Dannychu shouted, trying to avoid warbling her voice from Greed reaching her stomach. "Do you know what people look like when they're adorable?"
"You mean weak?" The goop shot up her back and took on Greed's favorite Jirachi shape. His arms wrapped around her and melted into a bind around her arms and chest. He whispered in her ear, "Do you know whose body I had? Well? Do you?"
The feeling of suddenly being further covered gave Danny a little shock, knocking the resilience out of her temporarily. "...J-Jirachi?"
"Correct. I was in that body for four and a half centuries. I had control over the Wishing. Do you know what that meant? It meant that I could change reality; through sheer force of will, existence was my plaything. I didn't use it to help Pride with his little plan, not only because I wasn't fully aware of it, but because he was too bigoted to ask. And, according to those who knew me as Jirachi that I didn't brainwash, I was as adorable as a button. My point, you're probably wondering? Exterior appearance doesn't matter worth diddly far as power is concerned; a lesson you should learn, as my brother refuses as such. You shouldn't treat being attractive as a disadvantage. You shouldn't be afraid to be underestimated just because you're so cuddly."
Danny growled, although with the ascending goop covering her up to her chest and catching up with Greed's "arms," it was rather feeble. She could feel the Jirachi-form melting against her back and head, coming down from above.
"You're battle-skilled and beautiful. A dangerous package, one I most certainly enjoy." Greed continued. "I've made my decision. Back in Wiiniidii, I had loads of loyal slaves; most were miners and laborers, but a few, all women, were my personal toys, the ones I enjoyed playing with the most. I've had three years to think about it, and I thought, even though I haven't reclaimed my city yet, if I'm going to have a girl on my arm, she might as well be one able to defend her master. Be honored, ungrateful little wench, for I'm blessing you with the privilege of being the first of my new harem of thralls."
For one of the few times in her life, Danny knew panic. From beneath, the demon's oozing body coated up to her neck and her head had been helmeted from the goo from above. It was only a matter of moments until she was completely consumed, and her body, weakened by the demon sapping her strength and for some reason comforted by the smooth motion of the goop over it, refused to take any action against it. She tried to say something to try and frighten him off, if only to try, but the portion covering her chin stretched out and pulled her lips shut.
"Uh uh uh. No words, not from you," Greed's whisper continued, crawling its way into her head. "I will be doing all the talking from now on; you will stay silent unless spoken to. Dolls speak only when their master wants them to. You want this to go quicker? It'll be a lot easier if you do."
From the back of her mind, fear was visible in her eyes, the only part of her left. She could feel her brain shutting down as it seeped over them, blocking out the light.
"All you have to do is relax, and let your mind... go... blank..."
(chapter end)
...Yeah, I kinda had a perverse sexual lust for the character of Dannychu. Which might have been why she was made a main character here in the first place.
This arc would continue for a few chapters. I suspect the main character's actions then were to try and save her.
Greed looked at her in his peripheral vision. Her dedication to her master is unmatched, he thought. Must be a consequence of being a Pokémon. She'll follow and protect me to the ends of the earth; and as long as I'm here to stifle any recollections, unlike with the four all those years ago, her real memory should never return.
…
“Danny,” Greed commanded. “You are to ignore our conversation until I call for you. Keep watch; alert me if you sense an intruder.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied and turned away from them.
“We may talk freely now,” he announced to the others. “She won't hear a word.”
“Mmmmm, that's rather impressive, breaking that stubborn little firebrand,” Lust commented, looking over Danny from a distance. “How'd you do it, hmmmm?”
“Simple really, sister,” Greed replied. “Everyone keeps forgetting that I am avarice, both hoarding and spending. Not only was I able to steal her old memories, I was able to replace them with new ones I made up that paint me in a more... positive light. It was even easier getting her to hold still for it, since I just took away the strength from her muscles so she couldn't move, and gave a touch of pleasure so her body wouldn't want to try.”
Wrath gave a hearty laugh. “Nice work, Greed! This does not make me angry; it makes me impressed! If we could get into a bar without being attacked, I'd offer drinks all around!”
Pride, meanwhile, responded with a, “Pfft. Big deal. I could do that and do it better.”
“Mmmmm, I don't think so...” Lust replied. “All you can do is read minds. Changing them is a different matter altogether, trust me, mmmmm.”
Greed's actions in the original story's chapters 9 and... 13, I want to say, set him up with a dangerous power. His ability included taking memories and taking the strength from Mike's sword at minimum, and it's implied he could do more. Expanding that and including the ability to add things gave him the ability to be the ultimate manipulator. Sadly, this potential was wasted with the given personality of "I WANNA KILL THEM."
“...Danny.”
“Yes, sir?”
“Your master is willing to give you a reward for your dedication, my slave. Tonight, you will sleep partially engulfed by me. I will personally ensure that you have the most pleasant of all dreams.”
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Danny fell to all fours in a deep bow. “Thank you, sir. Your slave shall accept your generous gift.”
“Believe me,” he said almost offhandedly, “the pleasure is all mine...”
Although revenge was a secondary motivation, I never considered Greed to be truly angry about it as time went out. I think the explanation was a dedicated focus to his goals. And that he was still an avatar of mine.
During the course of the story, eventually Yosie and Todd (along with Danny, while she was on the team) would start picking off the demons one by one. Sloth would be first, and would've been done before Greed took Danny (which is why Sloth doesn't speak during that last bit with the group, since she's already dead). I don't know when Lust's would be, and Wrath ended up not getting one. As for Pride, well...
Wrath glared the disorganized pity of a gentleman before him. He looked an untidy mess. "...Y'know something? Greed was right. Three years as a gas has replaced any leadership skills you may have had with genre-blind self-obsession. You're no leader. You couldn't lead a %#$#in' parade." He turned away and started to swiftly but steadily march for the door.
"Stop, you insubordinate idiot!" Pride demanded. "Pride commands you! Do not go!"
Wrath didn't stop. He kept on going. Pride tried to force him, but a split second later, the pure chaos that was Wrath's mind kicked him out. Greed was right again; he couldn't read a Pure demon.
Wrath flung open the door, and only then did he turn his head back. "You really are pure pride." He ducked a little to fit through, and his tail slammed it shut on the way out.
"Bah!" Pride shouted after him. "I'm Pride! The most powerful of the seven! I don't need you! I don't need anyone! I can destroy this whole kingdom all by myself!"
"Oh I can't wait to hear how you intend to try," a familiar voice sounded.
He turned to see Yosie leaning on the far doorway, Todd floating next to him.
"H-How long have you been there?" Pride demanded.
"A while, actually," Todd replied. "I may be a Boo, but I'd have thought you would've noticed us before now."
Pride's response was a glare at Yosie. "You... I don't know why I didn't kill you earlier. When I saw you on that trail, I knew you would be such a painful thorn in my side!"
"Oh please." Yosie rolled his eyes.
...
"Pah! You can't even hit me, stupid boy!" Pride bragged. "All I have to do is read your mind and- What the-?!"
You know those hula girl figures that lonely men have on the dashboards of their cars? They're like bobbleheads, except that the torso and everything attached to it is the "head" and the legs are the "body." Now take one of those and, instead of a hula girl, have one that looks like Parappa the Rapper holding his arms out to the side. Now put it on a psychedelic pink background, get it in motion, and have the radio play "Hampsterdance."
Now you have the image that Pride saw when he tried to look into Yosie's mind.
He was so distracted by the complete surreality of said image he didn't even notice the large drawn block that slammed into and flattened him against the wall. Once he got back to his senses, he shoved it aside. "How did-?!" he sputtered. "No way-?! You can't possibly-?!"
Yosie pulled up his right shirt sleeve to reveal a series of faintly glowing runes scribed on his forearm. "'Psychic Static.' A most useful trope when taking on a mind reader, wouldn't you agree?" he smiled.
Instead of answering, Pride screamed in range. "How the hell does everyone keep finding ways to block my omniscience?! It's really annoying!!" With the demon's gesture, the block flew back at its creator.
...
"... Can't you see? You've been reduced to a new level of pathetic that's so pathetic even I can't think up words to describe it. And I'm a writer. Admittedly, in training, but still."
With strength he mostly likely got from the adrenaline rush, Yosie grabbed Pride by his shirt collar and hefted him up into the air.
"You're not Pride anymore," the raccoon concluded as he flicked his pencil. "You're just Vanity."
And with that, he slashed the glowing point of the pencil across the demon's throat. Pride's head fell off and splat down on the floor in a puddle of purple goop, with his deep red Stone sitting exposed right in the middle. He tossed the body aside as it started to break down and, quickly and with all the strength he could muster, stomped down on the shooter-sized rock. There was a satisfying crunch among the splash. It only took another half minute for the purple substance to evaporate away, leaving only the dull red miniscule shards of powerless stone.
"I have a line that seems quite appropriate in my head right now," Yosie commented. "However, it's been so overdone, I think I'll refrain from using it."
"Let me guess," Todd said as he floated back. "Pride cometh before a fall?"
"Oh yeah," the raccoon smiled.
Despite that middle bit and my hatred for Pride, this was intended to be a relatively difficult battle for the main characters.
It was after this that Yosie and Todd would finally catch up to Greed to retrieve Danny.
Suddenly, Danny paused. “H-Huh...? Y-You...”
Greed quickly noticed this and was equally quick to react, throwing a goopy tendril off himself and planting it at the back of her head. She lightly gasped and her expression zoned out for a brief second before returning to their initial malevolent snarl.
“No need to listen to the enemy's lies, slave,” Greed's voice almost seemed to hiss. “Lackluster distractions, the lot of them.”
“Yes, sir,” Danny stopped snarling only long enough to obediently reply.
“Dangit, every time we start rekindling her memories, he puts them back out!” Todd growled. “We need to find some way to stop him from interfering.”
“Thankfully, in this form he seems he can only do that through direct contact,” Yosie noted. “If we can get her away from him-”
“Enough talk! Slave, take them out! But leave the raccoon alive!”
“Sir!” Danny affirmed before …
I'm... pretty sure she was going to pounce.
Eventually, Yosie and Todd prevail and get away from Greed with Danny, which allow her real memories to eventually come back up. Her rescue would complete her character arc, as she realized how she didn't always have to be alone. The group would go on and track down Wrath, who by now had basically done a heel-face turn and decided he just wanted to go back home to the Spirit Kingdom. They find a way to create a portal leading there, where they drop Wrath off and meet with Charizard, who takes them to his workshop and drops exposition on how the sin demons were created and how three of them were revived in the Spirit Kingdom in the forms they were in... as well as another thing.
“It was millennia ago...” Charizard started to explain. “Blaze was an alchemist; I was his assistant. As part of his 'Demons of Sins' project, we set out for the Material Plane to find wrath to create the next homunculus. However, we hit a bit of a negative time wedgie on the way there, so we ended up getting thrown forward to a few years back. We wound up in an area known for Pokémon training, so I took the form of a Charizard while Blaze disguised himself as a trainer.
We searched the area for wrath for some time before we finally got a lead. A Team Rocket member, trainer of an aggressive subject of experimental type-changing procedures.”
“Me,” Danny muttered.
“Yes. We could sense your suppressed rage and Blaze decided it would be the perfect inspiration, but we had to draw it out. So he challenged your trainer to a Pokémon battle.”
“I remember that,” she growled, paws clenched into fists and glaring daggers at the demon. “I'll never forget it as long as I live. I was cocky from my near-pefect record, so I didn't take the battle seriously at first. You didn't look any tougher than the other Charizards I had put down by then. Then I felt how hot your flames were first-hand.”
…
“So that's why Pure Wrath looked almost like a Charizard,” Yosie commented. “He was born from Danny's rage at you, so that rage took that shape.”
“Precisely.”
“Aaaaaand I don't suppose you're sorry for that?” Todd asked.
Charizard simply burst into laughter; his booming voice filled the room. “You kidding me? That battle was the most fun I had that century! I kept asking Blaze if we could go do it again, but he was always so busy. You think effective immortality means you suddenly have a lot of free time on your hands? Noooooo, it doesn't!”
Danny practically exploded. “Fun?! FUN?!?! You killed my trainer!! I'll kill you!!!”
She lunged at Charizard, who simply responded by opening his maw and bathing her flying form in pure white flame, with whips of blue on the side. The force of the flame breath threw Danny back against the wall, covered in black burns.
“Danny!” Yosie and Todd shouted at once, running to attend her.
“Funny,” Charizard commented offhandedly. “She said she'd never forget our battle, yet the fact of I have some of the Spirit Kingdom's hottest flames for a weapon, which she experienced first-hand, eluded her.”
Yosie looked up from where he was knealing next to Danny with a grimace on his face, but didn't say anything. There wasn't a winning side to be had in that debate.
And after the exposition was done...
After Charizard took the note, the imp flew away. He read it, and suddenly his eyes grew wide. “No... no way...”
“What is it?” Yosie asked.
Charizard looked up at them. “You three have been summoned to the Great Palace. You've been granted an audience with the Gagagigo.”
(chapter end)
Anyone familiar with Yu-Gi-Oh probably recognizes the moniker I gave the ruler of the Spirit Kingdom. The original ruler was Blaze according to the story, but I went with something different since Blaze was intended to never appear and it was implied he was killed off for real.
Upon arriving at the Great Palace, the three of them see that "Gagagigo's" true identity is... Rob, mentioned in chapter 3 as the android boyfriend of Missy that sparked the downfall of the original PokeKingdom. Originally it was going to be Sir Techno, someone from Lemmy's Land that trolled the NintenKingdom boards for a brief period, but I changed it after writing chapter 3. He's furious at Greed for the crap he pulled with Envy and Gluttony and he wants the heroes to drag Greed back to the Spirit Kingdom for his punishment.
They return to the Material Plane just in time to see Greed start up the climax of the story: While freshly upset with losing Danny, Greed stumbles across Wiiniidii Canyon, the place of his formal capital of his business empire, which is now Wiiniidii Park, an amusement park based on the adventure three years ago (the original story). The demon explodes with fury.
Hundreds of park patrons watched as the red-yellow vaguely Jirachi-shaped blob, starting to grow bigger, shot up into the air. “I am Greed! The true master of Wiiniidii, the patron saint of avarice! And I want! Want! WANT! WAAAAAAAAAAAANT!!!”
The blob crashed down, and the goo started to expand rapidly, like water from a broken pipe flooding a room. The visitors screamed and ran away, but the glop was quicker and the moment they touched, giant hands emerged from the eldritch substance to drag them under. It climbed up the rides and tore them down. And all the while Greed's body got bigger and bigger, starting to fill up the entire open-roofed cavern that housed the park and all the tunnels coming out of it, grabbing and holding everything it touched within itself.
The demon's voice seemed to boom from every single exposed surface of him. “It seems that the only way I can reclaim my empire now... is to take the entire world with it!! All shall belong to me!! I will have what is rightfully mine once again!!”
…
“He'll keep expanding like this, claiming everything.”
“But what happens when he gets too big for the underground?” Todd asked nervously. “Please tell me he'll pop. I really hope he'll pop.”
“If only!” Yosie shouted. “He'll rise out of the cavern through the chasm and overrun the desert, then the whole kingdom. Eventually he'll be so large he'll encompass the entire planet! Nothing will be left! End of the world as we know it!”
“How are we supposed to stop that?!” Dannychu demanded. “Drink him up?!”
“Wiiniidii has a drainage system that was installed to prevent the city from flooding, much like this in fact,” Yosie stated. “If we can get it working, we can slow his progress enough to find and remove the Philosopher's Stone. Once it's been removed, he won't be able to control and add to the flood. But we're going to have to hurry if we're going to get to the drainage controls before he consumes those as well.”
As climaxes go, I certainly could've set up worse. Thus it's a race to keep ahead of Greed's rising goop level while avoiding the tentacles swinging at them, trying to grab them or knock them down. At one point, Yosie draws up and activates a large powerful-looking rune, but it seemingly does nothing but leave him tired.
He looked up to see a large molten face towering over him.
“I just came up with a brilliant idea,” Greed's voice boomed from it. “I just realized I don't need you to die for me to take control of the Wishing. I'll just modify your memory into my loyal servant, just like I did with your friend, and I'll have it by proxy. And then after a few years, I'll drive you to try and usurp my empire out of greed, and then I could kill you and take your body and have it for real. Oh, what a marvelous idea!” A pair of massive molten hands rose at the head's sides. “Let's get started on that right away!”
“Hold on,” Yosie pleaded, holding an arm up. “Before you do that to me, I have one last question. It's a quick one, I promise.”
“What is it?” the demon replied, sounded quite humored by the attempt.
The raccoon pointed up to the sky. “Does that look familiar to you?”
“Huh...?” Greed turned to look... and its eyes turned wide upon seeing massive waves of concentrated light streaking towards him. “HOW-?!” he barely managed to get out before the light hit and began to sear and burn at his body.
The massive demon was slowly getting smaller as the goop was burned away, his chilling scream filling the air. Pain...! So much PAIN...!
Above, Yosie panted both with exhaustion and relief as he watched the goop level lower.
Todd floated up to him, a look of great surprise on his face. “Was that...?”
“Doom Desire,” the writer answered between breaths. “Jirachi's signature move. It took everything I got to pull it off; it was buried really deep.”
“Are you...?”
“I'll live, but I don't think I can draw anything for a while. It'll be a moot point, though, if we can't get the drains open.”
Please don't tell me you thought I was going to have a story where Jirachi's power was a central plot point and not use Doom Desire somewhere.
Eventually they manage to open the drains and start emptying Greed into the sewers, but he fights back valently. Eventually, they get him mad enough that they manage to pull a nasty trick on them.
“Why can't I get out?!” Greed screeched, throwing itself against the glass repeatedly. “What is this?!”
“It's a LonLon Ranch milk bottle,” Yosie replied informatively. “As you know, Hylian brand bottles are capable of holding damn near anything. And with the seal I placed on the cork, you won't be getting out of there any time soon.”
Greed roared pathetically as it intensified the pace of its escape attempts to no avail. “No! No! You will not deny me what is rightfully mine! Let me out! Give it back! Give it back!”
With Greed trapped and cut off, all the other goop he produced becomes inanimate and is eventually disposed of. The heroes take Greed to Tut, and while they know Rob wants him sent back to the Spirit Kingdom, they have what they feel is a better idea: drop him down an old deep sealed-off well in the castle's basement and lock it in, leaving him isolated and with nothing for all eternity. Rob contacts him afterwards in their dreams about how while it was an appropriate karmic punishment, he's still pissed about not getting to punish him personally and he will find some way to repay the "kindness," whenever he feels like it.
The quote used for the story's either falling action or epilogue was going to be one I came up with myself: "There is nothing inherently wrong with vice in moderation. It's OK to, on occasion, feel proud of yourself. It's OK to, on occasion, see what someone else has and find a way to get your own. It's OK to, on occasion, gather money and treat yourself. But when moderation is lost, when these vices become obsession, that's when the trouble starts. Taking credit for what is not yours, stealing from your neighbor, ripping a man's arm off for a penny... In this sense, all sins are truly sins of excess."
And yes, the title drop was intentional. The gist was that Yosie, Todd, and Danny, along with other prominent characters that might've shown up, would be rewarded for their efforts in going above and beyond the call of duty, and would go on to start peaceful lives for themselves together.
And that's all, folks. The entire story I had for Nintenkingdom the Sequel: Sins of Excess. I hope you enjoyed what I have managed to provide. And now I can finally put this segment of my past, and this story, behind me.
...Well, there's still one other NK thing I have to get off my chest before I can really put that behind me. But that's for another time.
Anyway, now we come to one of the big twists, and among other things listed and unlisted was one of the primary reasons I couldn't bring myself to continue this story.
“Why do you fear me, Yosie?” Greed asked. “What reason have you to fear your own ancestor?”
The others gasped with surprise at the demon's bold statement. With the exception of Todd, who shouted, “Wait, what?!”
“I'm not your descendant,” Yosie rebuked. “I'm Jirachi's descendant. And no matter what you call that mockery of a shape, you are not, never were, and never will be Jirachi.”
The others again gasped with surprise at the raccoon's bold statement. With the exception of Todd, who again shouted, “Wait, what?!”
Yeah. For those wondering why Greed was a Jirachi and haven't read my riff, that's because Jirachi was my avatar back in the first story since that was my display name at the time. For the sequel, I decided, in correspondence with Ice's story starring Ice, that another avatar of mine resembling my raccoon fursona would be the main character.
A lot of backstory was come up with to justify this, and most of it revolves a round a central concept: the Wishing.
“But what does he want from you?”
“What else?” Yosie replied, sounding somewhat dejected. “He wants me to die of greed.”
“If you do, he could possess your body...”
“...and he'd have the Wishing all over again. And it'll be especially worse this time, now that he's fully aware of it.”
The Wishing was the name given to Jirachi's ability to grant wishes, and those who had this ability were known as Wishmakers. It was defined as a minor reality-warping power According to my bio notes, "He started using his powers as a Wishmaker, a master of the Wishing, for good and eventually fell in love with a young raccoon woman and had a son. Unfortunately, around then the kingdom fell and hit a recession hard, and Jirachi began working to get money to support his family. His growing insercurity over his finances drove him to hoard everything he could, for fear he'd lose it again. Unfortunately, by the time the recession ended, the hoarding had become a habit, and then quickly an obsession. His wife took her child and left him when it grew out of control, and he began seizing all the money and stuff he could get his hands on, even resorting to theft."
... He reached for the coin, but the quicksand held fast against him. "M-Mine..." he whispered, only to get a mouthful of the mudlike earth. The chamber rose out of view as the quicksand consumed his vision.
For what felt like a long time, he saw nothing but the wet sand and himself sinking into it. The pure earth power countered the metallic properties of his body, preventing him from escaping. And he kept sinking... Sinking... His mind was racing. I was so close! That coin was mine! MINE, I tell you!
And then suddenly he wasn't in quicksand anymore. But he was still falling, and a lot faster this time. Apparently some sort of magic kept the block of quickstand floating in the air, covering the hole of a giant pit trap. Looking down, he saw he was rushing toward a floor covered in tall very sharp stone spikes, with a skeleton or two of species he couldn't be bothered to identify right now scattered among them.
No... his last thoughts sounded. M-My coin...
The spikes rushed ever closer and closer...
***
Yosie slammed his mug down on the counter with a loud thug, causing small drops of root bear to fly out of all over the counter.
"He was so consumed by his own greed, it weighed him down," he concluded, "and he had forgotten how to fly."
As for Yosie, he descended from the family, and so has a little Wishing in him, but it's very diluted after multiple generations. He manages to channel it using his tool: a ballpoint pencil that, with the lingering Wishing in him, can draw and create any object he can imagine, as well as erase said objects. He also shows the ability to draw magical runes on objects, including himself and others, in order to invoke magical effects.
Marty Sue flags raising in your head yet? Yes? Good. There was no question he was a wish-fulfilment fantasy. Not to mention I made him autistic as well, not that he acts like it. He even had less of a planned character arc than Todd.
Granted, Greed was warped such that he wasn't any better. There was actually an extended segment where it was the worst.
Her face expressed the disgust she felt as the ooze crawled over her feet and started to climb up her. She tried to struggle loose and get away, but the demon's touch seemed to paralyze her and her body wouldn't listen to what her brain was telling it.
"Oooh..." Greed moaned with pleasure. "I can see why Lust makes such a big deal out of being touchy-feely. Your fur is so silky... You must brush it every day."
"Brushing is for pompous sissies," Danny snapped back. She was quite glad her mouth had not been affected. "And my fur is not silky, it's rough, like double-grain sandpaper!"
"Then why does it feel so good touching you?" Greed asked. By now, he had inched his way up until she was waist-deep in him. "You keep acting tough, you're definitely rough on the inside, such a broken and jagged past, but you just can't help it; your body is just so adorable."
"I am not adorable!" Dannychu shouted, trying to avoid warbling her voice from Greed reaching her stomach. "Do you know what people look like when they're adorable?"
"You mean weak?" The goop shot up her back and took on Greed's favorite Jirachi shape. His arms wrapped around her and melted into a bind around her arms and chest. He whispered in her ear, "Do you know whose body I had? Well? Do you?"
The feeling of suddenly being further covered gave Danny a little shock, knocking the resilience out of her temporarily. "...J-Jirachi?"
"Correct. I was in that body for four and a half centuries. I had control over the Wishing. Do you know what that meant? It meant that I could change reality; through sheer force of will, existence was my plaything. I didn't use it to help Pride with his little plan, not only because I wasn't fully aware of it, but because he was too bigoted to ask. And, according to those who knew me as Jirachi that I didn't brainwash, I was as adorable as a button. My point, you're probably wondering? Exterior appearance doesn't matter worth diddly far as power is concerned; a lesson you should learn, as my brother refuses as such. You shouldn't treat being attractive as a disadvantage. You shouldn't be afraid to be underestimated just because you're so cuddly."
Danny growled, although with the ascending goop covering her up to her chest and catching up with Greed's "arms," it was rather feeble. She could feel the Jirachi-form melting against her back and head, coming down from above.
"You're battle-skilled and beautiful. A dangerous package, one I most certainly enjoy." Greed continued. "I've made my decision. Back in Wiiniidii, I had loads of loyal slaves; most were miners and laborers, but a few, all women, were my personal toys, the ones I enjoyed playing with the most. I've had three years to think about it, and I thought, even though I haven't reclaimed my city yet, if I'm going to have a girl on my arm, she might as well be one able to defend her master. Be honored, ungrateful little wench, for I'm blessing you with the privilege of being the first of my new harem of thralls."
For one of the few times in her life, Danny knew panic. From beneath, the demon's oozing body coated up to her neck and her head had been helmeted from the goo from above. It was only a matter of moments until she was completely consumed, and her body, weakened by the demon sapping her strength and for some reason comforted by the smooth motion of the goop over it, refused to take any action against it. She tried to say something to try and frighten him off, if only to try, but the portion covering her chin stretched out and pulled her lips shut.
"Uh uh uh. No words, not from you," Greed's whisper continued, crawling its way into her head. "I will be doing all the talking from now on; you will stay silent unless spoken to. Dolls speak only when their master wants them to. You want this to go quicker? It'll be a lot easier if you do."
From the back of her mind, fear was visible in her eyes, the only part of her left. She could feel her brain shutting down as it seeped over them, blocking out the light.
"All you have to do is relax, and let your mind... go... blank..."
(chapter end)
...Yeah, I kinda had a perverse sexual lust for the character of Dannychu. Which might have been why she was made a main character here in the first place.
This arc would continue for a few chapters. I suspect the main character's actions then were to try and save her.
Greed looked at her in his peripheral vision. Her dedication to her master is unmatched, he thought. Must be a consequence of being a Pokémon. She'll follow and protect me to the ends of the earth; and as long as I'm here to stifle any recollections, unlike with the four all those years ago, her real memory should never return.
…
“Danny,” Greed commanded. “You are to ignore our conversation until I call for you. Keep watch; alert me if you sense an intruder.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied and turned away from them.
“We may talk freely now,” he announced to the others. “She won't hear a word.”
“Mmmmm, that's rather impressive, breaking that stubborn little firebrand,” Lust commented, looking over Danny from a distance. “How'd you do it, hmmmm?”
“Simple really, sister,” Greed replied. “Everyone keeps forgetting that I am avarice, both hoarding and spending. Not only was I able to steal her old memories, I was able to replace them with new ones I made up that paint me in a more... positive light. It was even easier getting her to hold still for it, since I just took away the strength from her muscles so she couldn't move, and gave a touch of pleasure so her body wouldn't want to try.”
Wrath gave a hearty laugh. “Nice work, Greed! This does not make me angry; it makes me impressed! If we could get into a bar without being attacked, I'd offer drinks all around!”
Pride, meanwhile, responded with a, “Pfft. Big deal. I could do that and do it better.”
“Mmmmm, I don't think so...” Lust replied. “All you can do is read minds. Changing them is a different matter altogether, trust me, mmmmm.”
Greed's actions in the original story's chapters 9 and... 13, I want to say, set him up with a dangerous power. His ability included taking memories and taking the strength from Mike's sword at minimum, and it's implied he could do more. Expanding that and including the ability to add things gave him the ability to be the ultimate manipulator. Sadly, this potential was wasted with the given personality of "I WANNA KILL THEM."
“...Danny.”
“Yes, sir?”
“Your master is willing to give you a reward for your dedication, my slave. Tonight, you will sleep partially engulfed by me. I will personally ensure that you have the most pleasant of all dreams.”
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Danny fell to all fours in a deep bow. “Thank you, sir. Your slave shall accept your generous gift.”
“Believe me,” he said almost offhandedly, “the pleasure is all mine...”
Although revenge was a secondary motivation, I never considered Greed to be truly angry about it as time went out. I think the explanation was a dedicated focus to his goals. And that he was still an avatar of mine.
During the course of the story, eventually Yosie and Todd (along with Danny, while she was on the team) would start picking off the demons one by one. Sloth would be first, and would've been done before Greed took Danny (which is why Sloth doesn't speak during that last bit with the group, since she's already dead). I don't know when Lust's would be, and Wrath ended up not getting one. As for Pride, well...
Wrath glared the disorganized pity of a gentleman before him. He looked an untidy mess. "...Y'know something? Greed was right. Three years as a gas has replaced any leadership skills you may have had with genre-blind self-obsession. You're no leader. You couldn't lead a %#$#in' parade." He turned away and started to swiftly but steadily march for the door.
"Stop, you insubordinate idiot!" Pride demanded. "Pride commands you! Do not go!"
Wrath didn't stop. He kept on going. Pride tried to force him, but a split second later, the pure chaos that was Wrath's mind kicked him out. Greed was right again; he couldn't read a Pure demon.
Wrath flung open the door, and only then did he turn his head back. "You really are pure pride." He ducked a little to fit through, and his tail slammed it shut on the way out.
"Bah!" Pride shouted after him. "I'm Pride! The most powerful of the seven! I don't need you! I don't need anyone! I can destroy this whole kingdom all by myself!"
"Oh I can't wait to hear how you intend to try," a familiar voice sounded.
He turned to see Yosie leaning on the far doorway, Todd floating next to him.
"H-How long have you been there?" Pride demanded.
"A while, actually," Todd replied. "I may be a Boo, but I'd have thought you would've noticed us before now."
Pride's response was a glare at Yosie. "You... I don't know why I didn't kill you earlier. When I saw you on that trail, I knew you would be such a painful thorn in my side!"
"Oh please." Yosie rolled his eyes.
...
"Pah! You can't even hit me, stupid boy!" Pride bragged. "All I have to do is read your mind and- What the-?!"
You know those hula girl figures that lonely men have on the dashboards of their cars? They're like bobbleheads, except that the torso and everything attached to it is the "head" and the legs are the "body." Now take one of those and, instead of a hula girl, have one that looks like Parappa the Rapper holding his arms out to the side. Now put it on a psychedelic pink background, get it in motion, and have the radio play "Hampsterdance."
Now you have the image that Pride saw when he tried to look into Yosie's mind.
He was so distracted by the complete surreality of said image he didn't even notice the large drawn block that slammed into and flattened him against the wall. Once he got back to his senses, he shoved it aside. "How did-?!" he sputtered. "No way-?! You can't possibly-?!"
Yosie pulled up his right shirt sleeve to reveal a series of faintly glowing runes scribed on his forearm. "'Psychic Static.' A most useful trope when taking on a mind reader, wouldn't you agree?" he smiled.
Instead of answering, Pride screamed in range. "How the hell does everyone keep finding ways to block my omniscience?! It's really annoying!!" With the demon's gesture, the block flew back at its creator.
...
"... Can't you see? You've been reduced to a new level of pathetic that's so pathetic even I can't think up words to describe it. And I'm a writer. Admittedly, in training, but still."
With strength he mostly likely got from the adrenaline rush, Yosie grabbed Pride by his shirt collar and hefted him up into the air.
"You're not Pride anymore," the raccoon concluded as he flicked his pencil. "You're just Vanity."
And with that, he slashed the glowing point of the pencil across the demon's throat. Pride's head fell off and splat down on the floor in a puddle of purple goop, with his deep red Stone sitting exposed right in the middle. He tossed the body aside as it started to break down and, quickly and with all the strength he could muster, stomped down on the shooter-sized rock. There was a satisfying crunch among the splash. It only took another half minute for the purple substance to evaporate away, leaving only the dull red miniscule shards of powerless stone.
"I have a line that seems quite appropriate in my head right now," Yosie commented. "However, it's been so overdone, I think I'll refrain from using it."
"Let me guess," Todd said as he floated back. "Pride cometh before a fall?"
"Oh yeah," the raccoon smiled.
Despite that middle bit and my hatred for Pride, this was intended to be a relatively difficult battle for the main characters.
It was after this that Yosie and Todd would finally catch up to Greed to retrieve Danny.
Suddenly, Danny paused. “H-Huh...? Y-You...”
Greed quickly noticed this and was equally quick to react, throwing a goopy tendril off himself and planting it at the back of her head. She lightly gasped and her expression zoned out for a brief second before returning to their initial malevolent snarl.
“No need to listen to the enemy's lies, slave,” Greed's voice almost seemed to hiss. “Lackluster distractions, the lot of them.”
“Yes, sir,” Danny stopped snarling only long enough to obediently reply.
“Dangit, every time we start rekindling her memories, he puts them back out!” Todd growled. “We need to find some way to stop him from interfering.”
“Thankfully, in this form he seems he can only do that through direct contact,” Yosie noted. “If we can get her away from him-”
“Enough talk! Slave, take them out! But leave the raccoon alive!”
“Sir!” Danny affirmed before …
I'm... pretty sure she was going to pounce.
Eventually, Yosie and Todd prevail and get away from Greed with Danny, which allow her real memories to eventually come back up. Her rescue would complete her character arc, as she realized how she didn't always have to be alone. The group would go on and track down Wrath, who by now had basically done a heel-face turn and decided he just wanted to go back home to the Spirit Kingdom. They find a way to create a portal leading there, where they drop Wrath off and meet with Charizard, who takes them to his workshop and drops exposition on how the sin demons were created and how three of them were revived in the Spirit Kingdom in the forms they were in... as well as another thing.
“It was millennia ago...” Charizard started to explain. “Blaze was an alchemist; I was his assistant. As part of his 'Demons of Sins' project, we set out for the Material Plane to find wrath to create the next homunculus. However, we hit a bit of a negative time wedgie on the way there, so we ended up getting thrown forward to a few years back. We wound up in an area known for Pokémon training, so I took the form of a Charizard while Blaze disguised himself as a trainer.
We searched the area for wrath for some time before we finally got a lead. A Team Rocket member, trainer of an aggressive subject of experimental type-changing procedures.”
“Me,” Danny muttered.
“Yes. We could sense your suppressed rage and Blaze decided it would be the perfect inspiration, but we had to draw it out. So he challenged your trainer to a Pokémon battle.”
“I remember that,” she growled, paws clenched into fists and glaring daggers at the demon. “I'll never forget it as long as I live. I was cocky from my near-pefect record, so I didn't take the battle seriously at first. You didn't look any tougher than the other Charizards I had put down by then. Then I felt how hot your flames were first-hand.”
…
“So that's why Pure Wrath looked almost like a Charizard,” Yosie commented. “He was born from Danny's rage at you, so that rage took that shape.”
“Precisely.”
“Aaaaaand I don't suppose you're sorry for that?” Todd asked.
Charizard simply burst into laughter; his booming voice filled the room. “You kidding me? That battle was the most fun I had that century! I kept asking Blaze if we could go do it again, but he was always so busy. You think effective immortality means you suddenly have a lot of free time on your hands? Noooooo, it doesn't!”
Danny practically exploded. “Fun?! FUN?!?! You killed my trainer!! I'll kill you!!!”
She lunged at Charizard, who simply responded by opening his maw and bathing her flying form in pure white flame, with whips of blue on the side. The force of the flame breath threw Danny back against the wall, covered in black burns.
“Danny!” Yosie and Todd shouted at once, running to attend her.
“Funny,” Charizard commented offhandedly. “She said she'd never forget our battle, yet the fact of I have some of the Spirit Kingdom's hottest flames for a weapon, which she experienced first-hand, eluded her.”
Yosie looked up from where he was knealing next to Danny with a grimace on his face, but didn't say anything. There wasn't a winning side to be had in that debate.
And after the exposition was done...
After Charizard took the note, the imp flew away. He read it, and suddenly his eyes grew wide. “No... no way...”
“What is it?” Yosie asked.
Charizard looked up at them. “You three have been summoned to the Great Palace. You've been granted an audience with the Gagagigo.”
(chapter end)
Anyone familiar with Yu-Gi-Oh probably recognizes the moniker I gave the ruler of the Spirit Kingdom. The original ruler was Blaze according to the story, but I went with something different since Blaze was intended to never appear and it was implied he was killed off for real.
Upon arriving at the Great Palace, the three of them see that "Gagagigo's" true identity is... Rob, mentioned in chapter 3 as the android boyfriend of Missy that sparked the downfall of the original PokeKingdom. Originally it was going to be Sir Techno, someone from Lemmy's Land that trolled the NintenKingdom boards for a brief period, but I changed it after writing chapter 3. He's furious at Greed for the crap he pulled with Envy and Gluttony and he wants the heroes to drag Greed back to the Spirit Kingdom for his punishment.
They return to the Material Plane just in time to see Greed start up the climax of the story: While freshly upset with losing Danny, Greed stumbles across Wiiniidii Canyon, the place of his formal capital of his business empire, which is now Wiiniidii Park, an amusement park based on the adventure three years ago (the original story). The demon explodes with fury.
Hundreds of park patrons watched as the red-yellow vaguely Jirachi-shaped blob, starting to grow bigger, shot up into the air. “I am Greed! The true master of Wiiniidii, the patron saint of avarice! And I want! Want! WANT! WAAAAAAAAAAAANT!!!”
The blob crashed down, and the goo started to expand rapidly, like water from a broken pipe flooding a room. The visitors screamed and ran away, but the glop was quicker and the moment they touched, giant hands emerged from the eldritch substance to drag them under. It climbed up the rides and tore them down. And all the while Greed's body got bigger and bigger, starting to fill up the entire open-roofed cavern that housed the park and all the tunnels coming out of it, grabbing and holding everything it touched within itself.
The demon's voice seemed to boom from every single exposed surface of him. “It seems that the only way I can reclaim my empire now... is to take the entire world with it!! All shall belong to me!! I will have what is rightfully mine once again!!”
…
“He'll keep expanding like this, claiming everything.”
“But what happens when he gets too big for the underground?” Todd asked nervously. “Please tell me he'll pop. I really hope he'll pop.”
“If only!” Yosie shouted. “He'll rise out of the cavern through the chasm and overrun the desert, then the whole kingdom. Eventually he'll be so large he'll encompass the entire planet! Nothing will be left! End of the world as we know it!”
“How are we supposed to stop that?!” Dannychu demanded. “Drink him up?!”
“Wiiniidii has a drainage system that was installed to prevent the city from flooding, much like this in fact,” Yosie stated. “If we can get it working, we can slow his progress enough to find and remove the Philosopher's Stone. Once it's been removed, he won't be able to control and add to the flood. But we're going to have to hurry if we're going to get to the drainage controls before he consumes those as well.”
As climaxes go, I certainly could've set up worse. Thus it's a race to keep ahead of Greed's rising goop level while avoiding the tentacles swinging at them, trying to grab them or knock them down. At one point, Yosie draws up and activates a large powerful-looking rune, but it seemingly does nothing but leave him tired.
He looked up to see a large molten face towering over him.
“I just came up with a brilliant idea,” Greed's voice boomed from it. “I just realized I don't need you to die for me to take control of the Wishing. I'll just modify your memory into my loyal servant, just like I did with your friend, and I'll have it by proxy. And then after a few years, I'll drive you to try and usurp my empire out of greed, and then I could kill you and take your body and have it for real. Oh, what a marvelous idea!” A pair of massive molten hands rose at the head's sides. “Let's get started on that right away!”
“Hold on,” Yosie pleaded, holding an arm up. “Before you do that to me, I have one last question. It's a quick one, I promise.”
“What is it?” the demon replied, sounded quite humored by the attempt.
The raccoon pointed up to the sky. “Does that look familiar to you?”
“Huh...?” Greed turned to look... and its eyes turned wide upon seeing massive waves of concentrated light streaking towards him. “HOW-?!” he barely managed to get out before the light hit and began to sear and burn at his body.
The massive demon was slowly getting smaller as the goop was burned away, his chilling scream filling the air. Pain...! So much PAIN...!
Above, Yosie panted both with exhaustion and relief as he watched the goop level lower.
Todd floated up to him, a look of great surprise on his face. “Was that...?”
“Doom Desire,” the writer answered between breaths. “Jirachi's signature move. It took everything I got to pull it off; it was buried really deep.”
“Are you...?”
“I'll live, but I don't think I can draw anything for a while. It'll be a moot point, though, if we can't get the drains open.”
Please don't tell me you thought I was going to have a story where Jirachi's power was a central plot point and not use Doom Desire somewhere.
Eventually they manage to open the drains and start emptying Greed into the sewers, but he fights back valently. Eventually, they get him mad enough that they manage to pull a nasty trick on them.
“Why can't I get out?!” Greed screeched, throwing itself against the glass repeatedly. “What is this?!”
“It's a LonLon Ranch milk bottle,” Yosie replied informatively. “As you know, Hylian brand bottles are capable of holding damn near anything. And with the seal I placed on the cork, you won't be getting out of there any time soon.”
Greed roared pathetically as it intensified the pace of its escape attempts to no avail. “No! No! You will not deny me what is rightfully mine! Let me out! Give it back! Give it back!”
With Greed trapped and cut off, all the other goop he produced becomes inanimate and is eventually disposed of. The heroes take Greed to Tut, and while they know Rob wants him sent back to the Spirit Kingdom, they have what they feel is a better idea: drop him down an old deep sealed-off well in the castle's basement and lock it in, leaving him isolated and with nothing for all eternity. Rob contacts him afterwards in their dreams about how while it was an appropriate karmic punishment, he's still pissed about not getting to punish him personally and he will find some way to repay the "kindness," whenever he feels like it.
The quote used for the story's either falling action or epilogue was going to be one I came up with myself: "There is nothing inherently wrong with vice in moderation. It's OK to, on occasion, feel proud of yourself. It's OK to, on occasion, see what someone else has and find a way to get your own. It's OK to, on occasion, gather money and treat yourself. But when moderation is lost, when these vices become obsession, that's when the trouble starts. Taking credit for what is not yours, stealing from your neighbor, ripping a man's arm off for a penny... In this sense, all sins are truly sins of excess."
And yes, the title drop was intentional. The gist was that Yosie, Todd, and Danny, along with other prominent characters that might've shown up, would be rewarded for their efforts in going above and beyond the call of duty, and would go on to start peaceful lives for themselves together.
And that's all, folks. The entire story I had for Nintenkingdom the Sequel: Sins of Excess. I hope you enjoyed what I have managed to provide. And now I can finally put this segment of my past, and this story, behind me.
...Well, there's still one other NK thing I have to get off my chest before I can really put that behind me. But that's for another time.
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