“Lord Arceus, why did you choose THAT boy in particular? wouldn't it have been better to choose a trainer that's actually…Good?”

  Dialga stood in a white void, devoid of anything but him and Arceus, which is where the supreme ruler resides as he makes plans and watches over its creations.

  Arceus turned around to meet Dialga's red eyed, steely gaze as he prepared to give his odd reasoning…

  “It's not that he's a good trainer, I'm not fully sure how he got this far myself… but you are aware of the Cult of Arkina, correct? I assume all of my direct children are aware of that tyranny.”

  “Yes, but they were stopped 10 years ago by that steel ex-elite four member, correct? Don't tell me they've gone neo like Team Plasma… are we gonna have the kid stop them?”

  “No, but good guess considering these past 10 years…” Arceus sighed, having a slight look of disappointment on his face.

  “Then what's so special about the boy?” Dialga tilted his head to the side in wonder, was this just a leeway into asking him to fix more wormholes and space-time rifts?

  “Girus, that's the cult leader's last name and the boys as well… They are father and son.” Arceus's gaze switched to his side, as if there's something over there but it's still just more void.

  Dialga's face widened in pure shock as he subtly stepped back “W-whaaat?? My Lord you cannot be serious! You mean to say he's evil then? Do I stop him?”

  “No, I never said he was evil, and even if I did want him subdued I don't trust you after that…Tower incident.”

  “Hmph, don't mention that my Lord” Dialga batted his head away in shame “It was those damn gears, you know that.”

  Arceus chuckled “Now back to that boy.” The atmosphere of the white void darkened to a light gray with tension as a live view of Dom appeared, as he seemed to be making poffins in some sort of poffin shop.

  Dialga's face lit up slightly as he saw the poffins, but his face quickly darkened in realization. “So what Giratina said about the leader's son… was he not just bluffing to throw us off? Did he really do all those experiments with his son? Despicable bastard.” Dialga growled in frustration.

  The quiet streets of Hearthome filled with a faint stepping sound as the sunset quickly faded away like a dying candle as Dom mumbled his favorite songs lyrics to himself as he held bags full of poffins.

  Dom sighed as the song from his earbuds suddenly halted, he raised his wrist up to his face and fiddled with the albums he had downloaded “Damn it! C'mon now… Unovan Idiot… Weezinger…Master of Swagger…Reshiforce… Ah, got it.” He finished going through his poketch before realizing it said it detected a wild pokemon nearby, that's why it stopped.

  “What?” Dom looked around and saw nothing, there was a little tingly feeling in the air but that could've been anything. Despite the interruption he proceeded onward.

  Should I be trying to… maybe run? What's this sense of dread I feel?

  I decided to burn that dread and just walk like I was doing, but I can't shake that feeling of being watched, especially after that poketch message. “I just gotta get back man..”

  The streets filled with a thick, misty fog that consumed the light around it, it rushed toward me like a rough tsunami.

  “SHIT!!”

  I covered my face with my arms as the bag of poffins as the fog rushed past me, ripping the bag and sending the poffins everywhere before the wind suddenly halted and a large figure appeared in the grayed fog…

  I stare at the red eyes piercing through my entire being, I swiped the fog away with my hands and saw it.

  The figure from my dreams, my father's biggest desire. It scared the absolute hell out of me… but the sight quickly felt natural, like I was at my old home or in a comfortable pokemon center bed.

  “We’ve been investigating you, you know… all the gods. Dialga, Palkia, the Unovan Dragons, and me, most importantly.”

  I felt compelled to walk toward the God and I started slowly moving towards him, step by step I saw him becoming clearer. That body is exactly from my father's textbooks, what he did to me I can't I can't…

  Surges of uneasiness pulsate through my body which eventually cultivate Into pure negativity in my mind.

  Was my father's death my fault? Maybe Giratina will help me remember? I think I'll trust him, yes I for sure will.

  “It seems I've worked my magic on you, Mortal” Giratina grinned in pure, sadistic glee as I grasped my head, my hands fingers nearly crushing my eyes as certain memories come flooding back, only ones that he will allow me to remember.

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  What the fuck do you want with me?! My father's done everything you asked and you…you killed him!”

  The buildings around me began to crack as the ground started to lift in the air and the sky became purple and black.

  This is the essence of pure distortion

  “Don't you think you're making a scene?” Giratina laughed out loud as I began to freak out, I quickly ran away as far as I could possibly go, but I only ended up looping back to where he's positioned.

  I quickly tried to snatch a pokeball on my belt but I got nothing. The fog thickens and Giratina seems to get closer and closer to me.

  “You hurt them, remember? They're in critical condition at the pokemon center and you're getting poffins and buying a new watch? You disgust me, you know that? All this for some girl too, Have you even told her your name?”

  “No…”

  “She reminded you of those memories, correct? You wanted to get closer to her to help you remember.” Giratina tone grew more somber as his sadistic look fashioned itself into pity

  “Yes… yes I…….what?”

  The fog quickly lifted and he stood more normally, that look in his eyes was completely gone. I got up from off ground and dusted myself off, not fully trusting him

  “I had to really make sure it was you, Lord Arceus won't like I tortured our new Savior like this but I felt it must be done” Giratina said in a calm and respectful voice, a far cry from his previous behavior.

  “You killed my father… The whole reason I went on this journey was to get revenge!” I ran up to Giratina with newfound courage and tried to move one of his legs but I just ended up hugging it instead. I quickly let go as Giratina seemed to just watch with a smile on his face.

  Savior

  12 years ago, A hidden research lab sat on the outskirts of the Sinjoh Ruins. Snow was heavy that day as mother and father were busy investigating the ancient texts and glyphs of the ruins. Of course I was dragged along for these expeditions, but at least I got to visit many different places in regions like the Dragon Spiral tower in Unova and even Area Zero in Paldea.

  While I did have fun at each of those places I could never have fun here, even my teacher requested I be taught somewhere “more suitable for learning” but… she was quickly laid off before most of the major events happened.

  “Dom! Dom!”

  My Father, Gabriel Girus rushed into the tent with some sort of tablet in his dirty, soot covered hands shaking me out of my sleep in a rush. I quickly bolt awake and look at his near crazed face holding the tablet.

  “See? See? We found something! I told you we would… See, being here isn't bad at all!” I quickly got up and swept some of the fallen soot off me.

  “Can I go play with Aria now Dad? We're just gonna stay to find more anyways, not like I'm gonna be able to leave…” I put my shoes on and started to eat the rest of the snack by my bedside table that I never finished the night before.

  I thought what my father was wearing was odd, a tuxedo and a mask? Was he going to some kind of royal ball in a castle? But I remember reading his reports, he was obsessed with finding the Creation Trio more than anything. Maybe getting in some fancy outfit was pleasing to the potential gods observing him.

  “Today is it! Today is the day I….jo….Gi…” I walked out with my Great Ball before I could listen to him finish those cultish words, eager to spend more time with my Lucario, named Aria before my father needed me to take my medicine again.

  I moved to where we played last time, a bit behind the tent into a medium sized cave Mom set up as a play area of sorts. As I went in I practiced freeing the lock on my great ball, furiously smacking the white button in the middle until it opened and energy shot out and settled on the cave floor.

  “Aria! Can we watch Grave of The Volbeats again? I can't watch it alone…”

  She quickly nodded no and ran to pick a different movie in the stack, I quickly followed her to the stack of movies and she picked out Princess Monotype. I pop the VHS from its case and insert it into the VHS player, quickly dashing to the chair in front of the TV

  “This is the one with the Hisuian Zoroark and that boy with the bow right?”

  At around the same time, my parents were arguing daily. I didn't realize at the time but Aria was trying her best to keep me away from their spouts, especially since I was always the subject of them.

  “Will you stop treating our son like a subject? What the fuck are you injecting into him!?”

  The couple entered a full blown argument, not just a lovers dispute. Dad looked up from his desk positioned near the entrance of the ruins and slammed his desk.

  “I told you already, he's got issues with his heart. Lucario even detected it herself. He retaliated, standing up from his beloved research to meet his wife's gaze.

  “You've been injecting some kind of… pokemon essence into him! What the hell are you trying to do, you sicko!” She slammed her hands on his desk, making everything near the edge fall off and the sound of clattering echoes throughout the ruins.

  “I told you, it's just some Kadabra supplements to boost his brain power. His teacher took off and he needs to study!”

  She swiped the Pokeball on her belt and clicked the middle button to send out her most trustworthy Pokemon, Aggron. The Aggron growls and stares at him, with an unwavering stare.

  “Okay, fine” Gabriel Uncharacteristically puts his hands up and starts to speak, sitting back down in his chair and grabbing some files. He slammed them all down as she Gasped, stacks of files and papers about…they're son?

  “The hell does this mean, Gabriel? Is this so-”

  “I've been injecting him with as much legendary pokemon essence as I could, you see. If we ever manage to meet Giratina, Dialga, Palkia, maybe even Arceus himself, We have a worthy sacrifice for our Lord's!” He spread his arms out as his eyes got that crazed look again, she can't help but start crying at her husband's degrading mental state, and what he's been doing with they're son.

  “I'm leaving, okay? I'm taking our son and leaving, I have a position to manage anyways. Just…come back when you start to feel better, please.”

  She hopped on the back of her Aggron with a grunt and pats his head. “Take us behind the tent in that little cave alright Aggro?” Aggron nods and starts to walk out of the ruins, each footstep creating a small rumble in the surrounding area.

  “Metilca, WAIT!” Gabriel cries out

  “Aggro, start going a bit faster” Aggro starts to go into a full on sprint, weirdly fast for a such a heavy pokemon"

  While I was watching the movie with Aria I started hearing heavy slams, quickly getting closer until I suddenly saw Mom on Aggro and I hear him mutter something in Pokemon speech to Aria and she suddenly grabs me and hops on aggros back, letting me go in the process.

  “Mom, where are we going? Everyone's being weird right now…” I asked while trying to position myself better on his back steel is uncomfortable even with little seats on it

  “I gotta go do a match with some trainer that absolutely creamed the first 3 of the elite four… and I decided I would bring you with me to watch a cool match”