Chapter no.204 Fate can't be changed ?!

[ Lavender Tower ]
At the top of Lavender Tower, Scizor dodged past the White hand's punch as Pikachu on Scizor's back released a thunderbolt towards the manus of an amalgamated cadaver.
White Hand froze mind air as the smell of burnt flesh made Scizor and Pikachu hold their nostrils.
( ~ Whoosh ~ )
The shadows parted as a giant claw grabbed onto Scizor's metallic abdomen.
Pikachu glared at the eriee smile on the shiny Haunter's face.
White feathers shot out from somewhere in the sky catching the shiny alpha pokémon off guard as the feathers seemed to appearing from all directions.
Just what is going on ?
Haunter thought with a frown as Buried Alive's ghostly seal on his soul caused his to lash out violently.
Dark energy gathered around Haunter's claws but unlike before this energy was much more chaotic. This amplification was caused by the life orb dangling around Haunter's neck.
Haunter looked at the pokemon who were charging up their attacks towards him.
Escape.
Escape.
Escape.
Haunter was barely able to speak as he tried to warn these Pokemons.
Please escape or it will enslave you.
Haunter had a melancholic look in his eyes as he launched a gigantic claw like wave of dark energy at Scizor and Pikachu while thinking.
Just what would you have done in my situation, Ethan ?
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[ Roughly eight decades ago…]
"I do not understand, Ethan, what good would it do to leave the territory when you have the perfect haven to become a ghost master?" The elder man looked at his only son with apprehension. "You may think that you ran away, but in truth, we allowed to travel all across Kanto to give you a taste of the life outside our haven, so that you might realise the futility of your beliefs. We never anticipated that you would get lost in your own delusions."
Ethan, now nineteen, simply looked away. He was tired of the rigid laws and traditions that his father, Artemis Ainsworth, upheld with great faith. Over the centuries, the House of Ainsworth had produced some of the most powerful and accomplished Ghost Masters in Kanto and the surrounding regions, so much that the name Ainsworth had come to be associated with mastery in ghost types. However, it was also true that the accomplishments dated over several generations, and there seemed to be an acute shortage of such accomplishments over the last three generations.
"I am only trying to stand up to the Ainsworth name, father." He replied, pride filling his voice. "We have stagnated, and we need to change in the coming times. We cannot just pretend that the world is all the same."
"Hah!" The sixtyish man laughed. "If one also changes with the changing world, then how will one know that the times have changed?"
Ethan rolled his eyes. He had left Lavender Town back when he was fourteen, with his Gastly who was born with the monster gene - who had, through training, effort and experience, had evolved into a formidable Alpha Haunter. He and Haunter had faced the Draconids of the east, the Blackthorns, the Wataru people, the Caucasians, and the ice-people of the north. He and Haunter had grown in their self-imposed exile from home, learning, experiencing, growing.
And now he was back for more of his family's residents to experience the larger world outside. He had… simply not estimated the true breadth of the situation.
"You ran away, dreamy-eyed like that, stayed out of communication for years, married that little skank from Bavarian cliff-"
"Her name is Emily, and she's my wife. I'd request you not call her that." Ethan growled.
"Ha!" Artemis laughed. "As if some fisherwoman would ever become the lady of our elevated name. Admit it, Ethan… you have made many mistakes, but this is the end of it. I will not allow anyone to muddy the Ainsworth name to suit their foolish fantasies, not even my heir." The man's eyes shone crimson red. "I thought yourself capable of listening to proper advice, but it seems that won't be. I will have to show you the error of your ways, no matter if you want to accept the truth or not."
Almost instantly, something large and powerful gripped Ethan in the behind, as two crimson eyes glowed in the darkness behind him—said creature's powerful claws gripping his shoulders, squeezing them to the point of hurting.
"Caesar." Ethan almost whimpered, as Caesar—his father's Haunter, began to slowly manipulate the ambient ghostly energies that Ethan's body had soaked over the entire time he had lived at the mansion, making the young man whimper in agony. "Father, tell him to stop."
"He will stop, when you realise that I am the head of the Ainsworth name, and that you are duty bound to follow my orders." The man barked. "Caesar, bring him in."
But Ethan had other ideas, like managing to push his elbow into one of the apricorn devices he had managed to acquire from a craft smith in the Canyon, in which pokémon could be stored for short intervals of time, so that they could rest, when injured. Sadly, the devices were quite fragile, despite being handy. So it was no surprise that the apricorn ball fell down from his robes to the ground, shattering into several pieces, as a dense cloud of dust and venomous gases shot out of them, condensing furiously into the form of a Haunter.
"Sylvi", Ethan yelled, letting out another whimper as Caesar's grip tightened, drawing blood. "Defend me."
Sylvi, Ethan's starter who had now evolved into a Haunter, let out a cackle, as her ominous eyes stared at Caesar, as the female ghost stared at her own father after so many moons, before pushing herself with a gust of otherworldly energy, enough to push Caesar away from Ethan, slamming him through the walls, passing through them as if they were simply nothing… much to Artemis's apprehension.
"Sylvi…." The man muttered, "The one born from Caesar's fumes… wasn't it? That fickle little Gastly joined you on your foolish endeavour. How… serendipitous."
"And she has grown out of her father's dominion." Ethan returned, as he spotted Sylvi grabbing Caesar against the floor, trying to suffocate him through Miasma, a technique the Ainsworth's were famous for. Ethan had only developed and refined the technique further to make it much more lethal and devastating. "As have I."
"The little dog has finally learned to growl, I see."
"No. You are simply hearing it for the first time."
Artemis stood in his place. "I suppose I am." His fists clenched. "I will however, not accept any lowborn as part of my family. If you wish to continue with your woman and your foolish endeavours, then you are no longer my kin. Neither that woman, nor your future offspring, shall ever become an Ainsworth, not until I am alive."
Ethan however, was no longer listening, as he pulled out two more apricorn balls out of his robes, the very same ones in which he had captured two Gastly he had found loitering inside his old room, wanting to take them with him on his journey past the mighty ocean.
"In that case, I declare that I captured two Gastly from the Mansion, Lord Ainsworth." He replied formally, raising the apricorn balls, not noticing the surprised glance his father gave him. I need no further aide from my ancestry. I assure you, you will never hear from me… ever again."
He turned towards Sylvi. "Come on, Sylvi."
The Haunter in question, reformed back into her corporeal self, before positioning herself behind his shoulder. Without another word, Ethan and Sylvi walked down the steps of the mansion, much unaware to the look of complete shock in Artemis's eyes.
"…."
" Eth…." Artemis croaked... "Did my son just desert me, Caesar?"
Caesar just stared at the duo walking away from the Ainsworth mansion, his crimson eyes glowing ominously.
" Well, he will return. They all do, freedom isn't in the fate for the Ainsworth family. He is will return one day and fulfill his duty."
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Sylvi, the alpha shiny haunter didn't understand the family head's words back then as she traveled the sea with her trainer.
But as the years would go by, her trainer would mature in such a way that it almost felt unnatural as it destiny had made it so that her trainer would go back to the place that made Ethan Ainsworth feel as if he was a cage bird.
Then he fulfilled his destiny as he died sealing away the evil.
This was his fate which could never be changed.
Sylvi who had unfortunately been enslaved by Buried Alive, knew that it was fate for her trainer to die, it was fate for herself to be enslaved and it was fate for those pokemons to die at her hands.
For everything was by the hands of fate.
People boasted that fate can be changed.
Haunter snorted at that notion.
Fate could never be changed.
And that was an absolute fact.
Haunter's eyes closed as she didn't want to watch another pokemon to die at her hands.
( ~ 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗠 ~ )
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[ 𝗕𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀, 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻, 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲-𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻'𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗕𝘂𝗹𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗮𝘂𝗿, 𝗟𝗮𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗙𝗮𝗿𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵'𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗟𝗶𝘀𝘁. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲. 𝗔𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗥𝗮𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘁. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗡𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗻𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲. 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗡𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘀.]