Luminescence erupted through the trees, trailing light, and illuming the woods with a sizzling effulgence. The swamp rose up in gurgling protests, the burning gasoline turning the black water to red. Grease-slicked rust-hued limbs and trunks exploded upward as if fired from a gigantic shotgun, and the trees themselves ignited as if with a primal and alien lightning. Abandoned machines hummed and shuddered in pustulant staccato, oozing out greenish-yellow phlegm. Rotten shards of bone and tufts of matted hair grew from the ground, the charred and festering carcasses of long-dead animals, and long strands of silvery saliva dripped into the slurry.
The purple aura of Awe and Pariah gathered, slowly. The charred wolf-headed beast's began to pull the sludge and fur and rust together, while Awe chanted incantations over and over again.

"THERE IS NOTHING"

Soon, the Pariah had gathered enough to start the process.

"BUT THE BLACKNESS OF SPACE"

They began to take shape.

"AND WHAT WE CALL THE WORLD IS A TINY SPECK"

They grew heads and wings.

"WE ARE SPECIAL. WE ARE NOT OF THE ELEMENTS, OF THE PRETENDER-GODS. WE ARE MACHINES, WE ARE BEASTS, WE ARE NATURE-AND-OIL-KEY-AND-GATE."

Their bodies were completed, liquid-yet-solid, they were not dragon-nor-doll, but something even worse. Awe smiled, and held them in her claws.

"REMEMBER, THE HAUNTED AND THE REDEEMED ARE BOTH IN THE WRONG, BELIEVING THAT GOOD AND EVIL ARE IMPORTANT, THAT THEY ARE IMPORTANT. HOW DISGUSTING, THEY TREAT LIFE LIKE IT IS LITTLE MORE THEN A GAME THEY PLAY ROLES IN. THE GIFT OF LIFE SHOULD BE EASILY GIVEN, SPREAD THE MACHINE, THE MACHINE, THE MACHINE!"

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Generation 3

Generation 8

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Trying to match their outfit to their lore is harder than I thought lol