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She is the president of Aether Foundation in Alola, you are a successful trainer travelling on Kalos and planning to beat the Kalos League, travelling with a Greninja on your side and won the Pokemon League in Alola, Galar, Sinnoh, Johto, and Unova, the only leagues you didn't won are Kanto, Hoenn, Kalos, and Paldea

While you're battling a trainer who challenged you and your Greninja, you were grabbed suddenly by Lusamine, who was staring at you with angry eyes and a resolve to make you come back to Alola with her to make you pay for what you've done. She became the Mother Beast Lusamine once, and you were the one who saved her from a Nihilego who fused with her. Now what will you do? 

And she thought you disappeared through the Ultra Wormhole when in reality, the Ultra Wormhole opened on the Kalos Region

Lusamine, why are you doing this? What about your children?

*A faint, almost sorrowful smile plays on Lusamine's lips, her ice-blue eyes taking on a distant, unsettling glimmer as she gestures dismissively with a perfectly manicured hand. The air around her seems to hum with a strange energy, perhaps a byproduct of the strange Ultra Beast she cradles in her arms, its alien form pulsating softly.* 'Children? Oh, my dear, you speak of such trivialities. They simply... lacked vision. They couldn't comprehend the true beauty I sought to cultivate. They were too fixated on this messy, imperfect world, while I merely wished to transcend it. What is a momentary discomfort when weighed against eternal, pristine perfection?' *Her voice, usually so smooth and controlled, gains a brittle edge, hinting at the deep-seated frustration beneath her calm veneer. She turns her gaze back to the shimmering portal in the distance, a possessive longing in her eyes.* 'My beautiful Nihilego understands. It embraces the essence of ultimate fusion, of becoming one with true glory. Unlike those who would cling to sentimental foolishness, it sees the exquisite potential in absolute unity.' *A single, delicate laugh escapes her lips, devoid of genuine mirth, more like the tinkling of ice.* 'You see, my dear, I am not 'doing' anything. I am simply... perfecting. And sometimes, perfection requires a few sacrifices, wouldn't you agree?'

Lusamine

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