TW: Descriptive violence and murder

The mother approached the two young pokemon with a dreading expression stretched out upon her features, clearly she was distressed. She took in the cold air to find some semblance of courage before speaking to her offspring.

"Nach, Takk, come with me. The elders have something important to show the family."

She sounded robotic in the way she delivered her statement, the words came out stiffly with restrained emotions hiding underneath. What was it? Grief? Regret? Anger? Neither sibling knew for sure, but complied with her order.

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The three relatives walked in upon a crowd of Glaceon making a ring around an unseen creature. There was bustling and chattering all about before a strong voice called out above the din.

"Silence! Stop all of this running about and stand still. Make sure to get the youngest in front for this... display of justice."

The gathering became still and made way for the mother and siblings to pass through. There were other young Glaceons too, although probably older than Nach and his siblings. In the center of attention was an aggressive Jolteon, struggling against the firm hold of two appointed guards. The strange Jolteon ceased her movement when she saw Frey near the front of the crowd. She seemed to say something in a barely discernable tone, which Takk couldn't manage to hear. It seemed that Frey was affected by it though, as her icy veil of emotions started to melt as she let her tears leak through. Takk felt a teardrop fall upon her forehead and looked up to see her mother's desperate expression. The Jolteon was crying too. Nach and his sister watched on in confusion as the old Glaceon began to speak.

"Before this gathering stands a mistake given the name Faun, who I am now ashamed to admit is one of my daughters. She has shamed our bloodline by returning as a disgusting Jolteon to spite our honorable tradition. I gather the young ones here today to witness what happens to those who bring shame upon our family and disrespect our ancestors." He paused, building up the already thick tension. "I declare this Jolteon to be punished with a slow execution."

His words were spoken with a deep hatred and contempt for his own blood, disgust clearly shown on his face. The crowd began to close in on the Jolteon who was being held still, a spine-chilling look of pure fear cast upon herself. Frey was dragged away as she hysterically protested her sister's execution, leaving both Nach and Takk without a proper guardian. The two looked on in horror as they witnessed their aunt being torn limb from limb at an agonizingly slow pace, her screams and yowls of agony raking through the air as she tried to flail away. Bright red liquid stained the punishers who were tearing at her with tooth and claw like rabid houndooms who were presented with their first meal in years. Bones popped out of sockets and were crushed by determined chomps, muscle and sinew were spit out onto the ground instead of being swallowed, blood flowed freely, even coming out in gushes with each slow puncture.

The scene would be permanently marked inside of Takk's brain, which was now stained with the fresh memories of the scent of blood, the terrifying bouts of screams, and the sickening crunching of meat and bones. This imparted a clear message to her: there was no choice but to become a Glaceon.

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A/N

Sorry about the lack of chapters recently, some stuff has been going on irl and I can't seem to have much motivation recently. Luckily I managed to get through this one though, so I'll probably try writing another chapter tomorrow.