(sequel to Shadow of Mortix)[up for constructive criticism. SoM didn't get that much. This will be a very violent fic, just not this chapter] Chapter 1 How far would you go to take revenge for your death? Would you do anything? I know you would. I'm going to help you. This is no trick, for I too need to defeat him, for he is too powerful. But if you and I join forces, we can win. You will make my strengths your own, as I will yours. It would be as if we were...one being. I awoke with a dreadful start. No. Not awoke, was reborn. Blood filled the entire room. My blood. I had died. My memories flooded me, helping me to remember everything that I had forgotten. Yet something was wrong in the Umbral Temple. There was a dark presence, very dark. It was nowhere near as dark as Mortix had been. Behind a pillar, the presence lurked. It was the voice I had heard while I was dead. "Show yourself!" I demanded, my voice echoing across the empty Temple. I looked around. There was nothing but us. My Pokemon had deserted me, and rightfully so: there's no point in staying with the dead. The presence showed itself, and immediately I recognized it. "Darkrai. Why do you wish to help me?" I asked. "Why not help Renge Malici, the human who has done most of my work for me, namely, bringing Mortix back into the world?" he replied. His light blue eyes looked at me, giving the effect of peering right through to my maimed soul. "What do you have to gain in helping me?" "I get to be lord of darkness, and you get to keep your life afterwards, along with anyone else of your choosing." I thought about it, and nobody came to mind. "It's a deal, Darkrai." I said. "Good." he answered while flying right towards me. The dark figure's body made contact, yet there was no pain. Why? Before too long I knew the answer. 'I will help you. Accept these gifts while I choose to let you have them.' his voice said inside my mind. I blacked out. What I knew was hours later, I got up off the floor. Not sure what to think, I stepped out the back door of the Temple. I walked over to the pool to see what death had done to me. Instead, I saw that my hair had elongated, my eyes had changed to a eerie light blue. My clothes were replaced by a jet-black cloak, complete with a hood. The cloak covered my entire body. My revelation hit me much harder than Mortix's Mighty Abyss did: Darkrai merged with my body. I blinked. Everything had a different look. Images were clearer, sharper. Animate objects had auras around them, showing good or evil, what they were thinking. The last part occured as a Starly flew overhead. 'Any power of mine, you now have, Renge. Just think, and it will happen.' Darkrai said. Keeping that in mind, I thought of Dusk City. I was now standing right on the outskirts of it. I walked in. As I passed by, nobody noticed me. Odd. I was strangely dressed, walking around in the middle of the afternoon. 'What is this? How can they not see me?' I thought. 'Because you are invisible to those that don't want to see evil.' Darkrai thought. 'You could move something, and it would be as if a ghost did it.' I could have fun with that.