Immortal temptations for powers and purification of this world took over his parents' mind, condemning them to a fate of blind submission, devotion and obedience. And even when they were attacked, close to death, falling weak on their knees, they never yielded, their undying loyalty for the monsters pushed them to one last act of summoning the strength, the power of mayhem, to crush those that would oppose their maker, their gods.
Their poor son, Pip, would inherit all these nightmares and torment of their blind devotion, becoming trapped and surrounded by a fate premade and laid bare for him before him, from which he couldn't run away.
All he could do was keep walking... no, tip-toeing a straight thin line, between the guiding light that his parents would dismiss as leading him astray, while his life is on the line.
But now, now that they are no more...
His heart may be vacant, may be empty now, but he won't surrender. He can't surrender. For the truth is still within sight, still within reach. His evolution, that which his heart yearns and calls for, is right there, right here, within him. He's fought through all these years of torments in his life, from his very birth parents, ever since the eldritch invaded, and even though he's been a lost soul, wandering with no destination and wondering with no answer, he still remembers one thing...
Lurking in the shadows under the blood-stained clouds upon the pitch-black night dark as death, the constellations light up the bad and ugly monstrosities of the deepest darkest abyss, as they emerge and raise with them their minions, their spawns, from the graves of those that would dare to oppose them.
They would set their malicious goal to get for themselves the throne, the reign, the control, over this world, and they would keep on repeating this cycle of corruption, infection, destruction, devastation, summoned from the ashes of the fallen and reanimated with their foul, vile dark forces. The evil puppet masters that would terrorize and enslave the masses to their wordless will, pulling the strings and twisting the minds of the masses, while bloodshed is recoloring the landscapes into a war zone of crimson red.
And to win this battle, this war, to put an end to it all... power comes in many different forms.
If Pip wants this evolution, this power over the lightning, he would have to brace himself and take it.
Beyond the sky, thunder roars
Lost family, but bloodline still yearns
Conflicts and doubts, no longer here
The storm approaches, heavens divide
And with that...
Pip, is the storm that is approaching, banishing the black clouds beyond the rainy sky. He is the reclaimer of his family name, no longer trapped and burdened with the million-year question of how would he evolve, and now receiving this power to fight for his family's name, to do what his birth parents would've been proud of him and what his adoptive fathers WILL be proud of him.
When the eldritch showed up, his family would bear the crest of death, and they thought they were "blessed", while he was forsakened. But, from that forsakened moment, he is now awakened, like a rising thunder from the ground straight to the sky. No longer would he descend into misery, letting his own destiny chasing the unknown of this eldritch. No longer would he still have to disappear into the darkness and be a lost shadow, left behind by those he always loved and held dear in his heart. No longer would his late parents' obsession get ahold of him and pull him around, he has come to reclaim his name now.
And for Jin...
The elephant may have to bury away this lightning, but it wouldn't be for waste. He may have to cast it aside, but it's still for his son. And even so, he knows he and his son here, as well as everyone of the family, together, still make for a massive burning chaos in the wind.
And if the eldritch monsters have taken away their home, there is no coming home no more... they won't drift in this ocean all alone.
As Jin charges up his lightning, he throws his hand to the sky, smmoning a ray of starlight, and a beam of nebula clouds and aurora waves down, surrounding the eevee. He could feel like the energy is... sticking to his fur, his skin, like magnetic ?
Then, Jin unleashes the other half of his lightning, from his other hand, at Pip.
As it happens, Pip feels as though the lightning is being absorbed into his very being but without getting injured in the slightest. It's almost as though... Jin has done this before, somehow. It's definitely working.
