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A character study of the Kalos Elite Four's Malva.
This story is rated TEEN for:
The Hellbergs were one of the richest families in Kalos. Naturally, the esteemed Niccolo and Regina Hellberg were acquainted with many other wealthy, elite families, such as the Dufours. Malva became best friends with Siebold despite the two being polar opposites. Malva was brave, Siebold was shy. Malva was an only child, and her parents treated her like a princess. Siebold had ten siblings, and his parents added a mountain of expectations on his already burdened shoulders. Naturally, Malva “hired” Siebold to be her “butler”, meaning Siebold would do whatever mundane tasks Malva wanted her to do.
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“Quit whining, Sobble Siebold,” she’d say. “If you don’t get me my dress for the party, I’ll tell your mom that you took an extra cookie!”
Their dynamic was childish, one could say, but Siebold was never hurt (though he was annoyed by being called “Sobble Siebold”, and the name would continue to torment him well into adulthood). Besides, it could have been worse.
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Diantha was five years younger than Siebold and Malva, but the three knew each other from Sunday school. She was a small, frail child, always coughing and shivering while the teacher rambled on about scripture. She wasn’t even from a rich family. But she was a smart kid, and she was a good dancer. When her mother became Malva’s governess, she and Malva became friends. Of course, that all ended in a matter of time.
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“Do you have a Pokémon?” Diantha asked.
“Of course I do!” Malva bragged. “My Litleo is the strongest Pokémon in Lumiose! She was a gift from my mom, bred from the best breeders in the country!"
“Then… could we battle?”
“What’s your Pokémon?”
“Ralts. She was a gift from my grandmother in Galar.”
“That’s nice, but she doesn’t stand a chance against Litleo!”
Malva ended up losing the battle, which came as a shock to her and Diantha.
“We did it!” Diantha cheered as she hugged Ralts.
Malva stared at Litleo, scowling.
“If you don’t do better next time, you won’t get a treat.”
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Diantha eventually went to some camp in Shalour City so she could become a Pokémon trainer. Malva was angry—her parents made her stay at home so she could “be educated in the ways of being a smart, proper lady”. Malva thought it was bullshit, so she ran away from home at the age of sixteen.
Years later, Malva joined some organization called Team Flare, for the money and for their whole schtick about making the world a less ugly place. Through her looks, charisma, and skills at manipulation, she rose up to be the spokesperson of Team Flare and the face of the Holo Caster. Around this time, Malva also gained a position in the Kalos Elite Four after two of the older members stepped down. Of course, this meant she had to work alongside her childhood “friend” Siebold, but at least she got to mess with him and his emotions when their parents coerced them into a romantic relationship. It was a game she enjoyed, like how a child enjoys playing hide and seek or dolls.
This was the power that Malva had always craved. She had a whole organization and League under her thumb. She had a boyfriend that she could use to get whatever she wanted. She could get herself anything.
“If you don’t get me those documents, I’ll expose you as the one responsible for the last mission we failed!”
"If you don't give me your position, I'll tell your wife that you've been screwing your maid. I have pictures to prove it."
"If you don't kiss me right now, I'll expose your little secrets to your parents."
Malva learned two very important lessons: One: If you’re going to blackmail someone, the information you’re blackmailing them with must be true or could be true in the near future. Two: You must reveal said information, or threaten to do so, in a way that the victim cannot reveal that they were blackmailed or in the way that the public will doubt that it was blackmail.
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The only thing that ended Malva’s power was the disbandment of Team Flare. To say she was furious would be an understatement. From then on, she was a powder keg: everyone knew she was a threat, and one small thing was bound to set her off into a raging inferno. Sure, she was still somehow able to keep her position in the Elite Four (blame nepotism, Wikstrom said, or her family's wealth and status), but she had lost a whole damn team overnight. Siebold had finally ended their relationship. She had nothing now. No grunts to carry out her orders, no higher ups to suck up to. Just three rich fools… and Diantha.
Why the hell did Diantha get to be Champion? She was some stupid movie star. Malva was prettier, richer, more charismatic, better in every way compared to her. Diantha didn’t deserve to be Champion. Kalos didn’t need some pretty girl movie star to be their symbol of strength. The only problem was that Diantha was a strong trainer, far stronger than Malva, as seen in Malva's attempt to claim to Kalos throne from her.
But Malva still had one way to exercise power: manipulation. Extortion became her sword, burning and biting like hellfire. It was how she held onto power, how she felt alive, how she felt happiness. The way her victims would beg and plead, as though she were a vengeful goddess, the rewards that came with it. The rush it gave her was better than ecstasy.
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“Give me the forty thousand, or I’ll tell the press you two have been fucking.”
“Shut up about my record, or I’ll expose yours.”
“If you don't do as I say, I'll burn you alive. Got it?"
This story is rated TEEN for:
- Pokémon Abuse
- Abusive Relationships
- Blackmail
- Implicit Sexual Content
- Swearing
- A really brief mention of drugs in a metaphorical sense
The Hellbergs were one of the richest families in Kalos. Naturally, the esteemed Niccolo and Regina Hellberg were acquainted with many other wealthy, elite families, such as the Dufours. Malva became best friends with Siebold despite the two being polar opposites. Malva was brave, Siebold was shy. Malva was an only child, and her parents treated her like a princess. Siebold had ten siblings, and his parents added a mountain of expectations on his already burdened shoulders. Naturally, Malva “hired” Siebold to be her “butler”, meaning Siebold would do whatever mundane tasks Malva wanted her to do.
-
“Quit whining, Sobble Siebold,” she’d say. “If you don’t get me my dress for the party, I’ll tell your mom that you took an extra cookie!”
Their dynamic was childish, one could say, but Siebold was never hurt (though he was annoyed by being called “Sobble Siebold”, and the name would continue to torment him well into adulthood). Besides, it could have been worse.
-
Diantha was five years younger than Siebold and Malva, but the three knew each other from Sunday school. She was a small, frail child, always coughing and shivering while the teacher rambled on about scripture. She wasn’t even from a rich family. But she was a smart kid, and she was a good dancer. When her mother became Malva’s governess, she and Malva became friends. Of course, that all ended in a matter of time.
-
“Do you have a Pokémon?” Diantha asked.
“Of course I do!” Malva bragged. “My Litleo is the strongest Pokémon in Lumiose! She was a gift from my mom, bred from the best breeders in the country!"
“Then… could we battle?”
“What’s your Pokémon?”
“Ralts. She was a gift from my grandmother in Galar.”
“That’s nice, but she doesn’t stand a chance against Litleo!”
Malva ended up losing the battle, which came as a shock to her and Diantha.
“We did it!” Diantha cheered as she hugged Ralts.
Malva stared at Litleo, scowling.
“If you don’t do better next time, you won’t get a treat.”
-
Diantha eventually went to some camp in Shalour City so she could become a Pokémon trainer. Malva was angry—her parents made her stay at home so she could “be educated in the ways of being a smart, proper lady”. Malva thought it was bullshit, so she ran away from home at the age of sixteen.
Years later, Malva joined some organization called Team Flare, for the money and for their whole schtick about making the world a less ugly place. Through her looks, charisma, and skills at manipulation, she rose up to be the spokesperson of Team Flare and the face of the Holo Caster. Around this time, Malva also gained a position in the Kalos Elite Four after two of the older members stepped down. Of course, this meant she had to work alongside her childhood “friend” Siebold, but at least she got to mess with him and his emotions when their parents coerced them into a romantic relationship. It was a game she enjoyed, like how a child enjoys playing hide and seek or dolls.
This was the power that Malva had always craved. She had a whole organization and League under her thumb. She had a boyfriend that she could use to get whatever she wanted. She could get herself anything.
“If you don’t get me those documents, I’ll expose you as the one responsible for the last mission we failed!”
"If you don't give me your position, I'll tell your wife that you've been screwing your maid. I have pictures to prove it."
"If you don't kiss me right now, I'll expose your little secrets to your parents."
Malva learned two very important lessons: One: If you’re going to blackmail someone, the information you’re blackmailing them with must be true or could be true in the near future. Two: You must reveal said information, or threaten to do so, in a way that the victim cannot reveal that they were blackmailed or in the way that the public will doubt that it was blackmail.
-
The only thing that ended Malva’s power was the disbandment of Team Flare. To say she was furious would be an understatement. From then on, she was a powder keg: everyone knew she was a threat, and one small thing was bound to set her off into a raging inferno. Sure, she was still somehow able to keep her position in the Elite Four (blame nepotism, Wikstrom said, or her family's wealth and status), but she had lost a whole damn team overnight. Siebold had finally ended their relationship. She had nothing now. No grunts to carry out her orders, no higher ups to suck up to. Just three rich fools… and Diantha.
Why the hell did Diantha get to be Champion? She was some stupid movie star. Malva was prettier, richer, more charismatic, better in every way compared to her. Diantha didn’t deserve to be Champion. Kalos didn’t need some pretty girl movie star to be their symbol of strength. The only problem was that Diantha was a strong trainer, far stronger than Malva, as seen in Malva's attempt to claim to Kalos throne from her.
But Malva still had one way to exercise power: manipulation. Extortion became her sword, burning and biting like hellfire. It was how she held onto power, how she felt alive, how she felt happiness. The way her victims would beg and plead, as though she were a vengeful goddess, the rewards that came with it. The rush it gave her was better than ecstasy.
-
“Give me the forty thousand, or I’ll tell the press you two have been fucking.”
“Shut up about my record, or I’ll expose yours.”
“If you don't do as I say, I'll burn you alive. Got it?"
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