Doomborg

It had been a few minutes since Doomborg agreed to be an ally of the Mon Alliance, and he was making his way to the balconies of his Palace to call forth the masses and give his public address. "Denizens of Pluto! Spirits of the Deceased! Lend me your ears!" Pluto trumpeted with a booming voice to garner the attention of countless billions of souls hulled inside the planet, stretching as far as the eye could see. "Long have you all suffered the unrelenting, bone chilling winds of Pluto! Long have you all starved a thousand deaths! But from henceforth, no longer shall you suffer to this degree ever again! For I have sworn to fight alongside the Mon Alliance! They have promised in exchange to usher in a new era of peace and warmth to Pluto!" Everyone in the vast crowds had their ears perked up the sound of someone saying "warmth', for longer than they can remember, there was nothing for them but darkness and cold. "My citizens! Foods shall be planted and harvested! It will no longer be frozen or cold and draining to eat or drink! For the first time in all time, winter on Pluto, shall become spring! Gone is the age of Ice and Snow! Now begins the age of FIRE!!!" Doomburg then raised Nibelheim up pointing towards the heavens, signaling Moltres to fly out of the Ice Palace, and breath fire over the heads of the lost souls. The fire was just close enough to give them the sensation of warmth which had become so foreign to them, but not too close as to be uncomfortable. It had been so long since these souls saw fire that they forgot even what it looked like. 

After a few minutes of circling, the crowd in utter bliss of such feeling and giving their all in applause, Moltres finally returned to the Ice Palace. Doomborg continued. "I, your king, ask only one thing and thing only to make this your new reality, and that is to support the war effort against your new enemy, the Reign of Chaos! Do as I say, and there will be no corner of this new world unlit! No dwelling place for the shadows! No home will be without fire! And your food will never be cold again!" The crowd shouted uproariously in sheer jubilation. These souls who have never smiled since entering this dark and dreary place gave the biggest smiles Doomborg had ever seen. Even though Doomborg knew he didn't have a physical heart and had no nerves, he could feel a sun of love radiating from the core of his very being. For the first time he could ever remember, he cried. He cried tears of solid ice. Fighting the tears and struggling with every fiber of his being, he screamed one last thing, with everything he had. "WHAT SAY YOU!!!?" All that could be heard were a cacophonous sea of yeses, a fervor Doomborg had never before witnessed from his subjects. 

With his declaration finally over, he walked back into the Palace, as humble as ever before. There on the left just as he walked in was Taichi, who heard the whole thing and who he turned to. "There.....are no words to say how grateful I am Taichi. I owe you and the Mon Alliance more than I can ever repay." After taking a few more paces forward, wiping his tears from his eye sockets, he spoke. "I'm ready."