The pulsing in his head suddenly returned without warning, a dangerous pulsing vein deep within the Harbinger's dead brain. Stumbling, his claws left grooves in the dirt as the avian fought to keep himself standing. Hearing a voice, not the familiar one of the oily feathered Honchkrow, but another. Someone else was talking. Something had interrupted him. Another violent spasm wracked through his mind and Xatu let out a hiss through his beak, screwing his eyes shut against the mental onslaught. What is this...?! There is... no warning?! Why... what is wrong with me?! "It may not be honorable but it is our nature to fight no unnecessary battles."
The voice cut through his mental screaming, ripping apart his thoughts, but even as the Paras spoke the Harbinger was fighting the stream of things he could not explain. Suddenly the same image of the female Altaria ran through him, seared into his eyes. The Harbinger groaned with the effort to keep standing, the psychic's mind taking over his body as the two parts of him waged a war inside. Then he saw a trio of children, Swablu chicks, hopping around. They stared up at him with loving eyes before the scene changed."So which is it, Prince? Are you a pompous ass... or a true coward?"
Honchkrow's voice once more cut through his mind as the scene rapidly switched to that of blood, the chicks screaming in agony as they were shot, crushed beneath hunters' boots, and rare cotton feathers ripped off. Their bodies left as nothing but bloody, mangled corpses, Xatu heard a scream build through him, but it was one from the vision. The Altaria was suddenly at his feet as well, the once beautiful dragoness pillaged worse than the children. She lay dead before him as humans suddenly swarmed the Xatu.
The Paras noticed him first in reality, the small bug realising too late he was doomed as the Harbinger's crimson eyes were circles with madness. In a last ditch effort, the small mushroom creature resorted to it's usual defense mechanism, a flurry of spores surrounding it's body in the cool night air. But Xatu's eyes flickered from the growing cloud to the bug, his body reacting before his shattering mind could. Dipping his head, he spotted something rare, several meters from them: matches. Lifting his beak again, he met the terrified eyes of the Paras, whom had never even been able to reply to the Lord of the Dead's inquiry, and with a flick of his wing, a single small stick flew through the air to before the Harbinger. Without breaking eye contact, Xatu's eyes flashed again, a fire spouting from the top of the match as if magic. By then, the Paras knew where it was going, and the weak creature dropped to ll fours, scrambling to flee, but Xatu sent the spark towards it with no pace. The bug's screams were feral and primal as they ripped through the air, but the Harbinger did not flinch. His eyes turned to Honchkrow as the black crow seemed to have finally realised his kin was there.
In the mere seconds it took Honchkrow to bound forward joyfully, the spores of the mushroom's caught and fed the growing inferno with blinding speed. In a matter of seconds, the fire died out, leaving a charred exoskeleton."Xatu!"
Flinching at the loud, joyous use of his name, the Harbinger's eyes went blank. Devoid of anger or pain, the thought that came to his mind was foreign: Is that truly my name? "How long it's been..."
The larger bird's words were slurred, moving as molasses through the psychic's mind. Breaking the eye contact, Xatu ducked his head suddenly, flaring his wings out as he stumbled again. This pressure....?!
His eyes screwed shut, causing the Harbinger to clench his beak in an effort not to scream. "My dear Harbinger."
Every new word Honchkrow said grew into needles, fiery stabbing knives in Xatu's head. His mind trying to warn him, tell him, but the crossfire would not cease enough to stop the agony."You would not believe..."
Xatu fell to his knees, covering his ears with his wings. The sound inside of his ears was growing, the ringing a violent roaring deep within the confines of his head."How difficult it is to track... " MAKE IT STOP-"Your siblings."SHUT UP-
Flaring his wings open, psychic waves flashed from the Harbinger's wings. Nullified by Honckhrow's natural resistance, the powerful waves instead ripped through the remainder of the town. Buildings groaned and screamed as they suddenly fell, smashing to the ground in splintered ruins. Any Pokemon foolish enough to be nearby would be crushed beneath, nothing but smears of blood.
.............then all at once... silence.
Xatu's eyes snapped open, clarity running through him like ice in his once alive veins. Panting, the Harbinger slowly pushed himself to his feet, dragging his wing tips on the ground. "No."
The single, short word was abrupt, but strong. Rising his eyes, there was a fire within them as he stared at the one he once worshiped. "No, Honchkrow. I am not one of your pets. I refuse to listen to you any more- you call yourself our master, but you have abandoned us. You have left us to rot. We are your Harbingers, but you treat us like children. You're not my father, you don't deserve to by my master,"
he sneered. "I've outgrown you."
"I remember. I can see flashes of before. We weren't always like this before. We never had a choice- no one ever gave us a chance."
"But I don't have to be like you. I don't have to be a dead God watching the world burn-- I have seen beauty, I had it. Once upon a time I was a normal, just Pokemon."
"I have a choice,"
Xatu hissed, unwavering eyes not leaving the shocked orbs of Honchkrow's own. Without warning, Xatu's entire body suddenly glowed maroon, his eyes balls of light as he pulled upon the oldest and most powerful technique of his species. Slashing his wings through the air, the scrawny avian shot forward, vanishing into a shining cut through space and time. For several seconds he floated aimlessly through the Not Here, before ripping another hole in reality.
Shooting through the second hole, he found himself above Celestic. Glancing down, Xatu could see the still whole group of bugs, even watch Honchkrow making his way to greet them, and as his head snapped up, in the distance, he could see the shape of him from ten minutes ago. Taking a deep breathe, the time traveler retreated, his next destination unknown to even him.I have renounced Honchkrow. Only time will tell if that brings me true death or not...
Glancing back one last time, he shot away, fleeing through time itself. All that matters is undoing what he has wrought upon the world...