Author's Note: This is an idea that I've had for a long time, probably not an original one but it's the internet so you can't really claim otherwise. I don't know if I'll keep this up to a constant update just because I'm entirely not sure.

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Chapter 1: Mythical Proportions

Legends. Such a fascinating part of any world or culture. Humans, or otherwise, attempt to comprehend what they naturally cannot. Gods, demons, angels. It doesn't matter, no human could physically imagine what really lies beyond the mortal plane of existence. Beyond life, beyond death. Beyond living a daily life, beyond the excitement of crime. Past the mundaneness of everyday existence to the high flying, octane, living of adventure. That life was quite puny compared to those of a…well a god let's not beat around the bush any longer.

Arceus had been around since…forever. It started with the creature in the beginning and it will end, someday, with the deity. There were many names for him. God, Buddha, Zeus, the Older Brother, and some just kept the name Arceus. He was a creator, designer, architect of various worlds each different in their own special ways. Some mirrored his desires, others were wildly different. This was usually because of his children…or his servants…or his other creations…or-you know what?! Most of the time he hasn't got to make his own world in a very long time. That was by design in some ways though. The very reason he all theses entities around him was to ease the workload on him, making worlds day after day was very tough even for a God such as himself. Speaking of world creation, Arceus found himself in a bit of a bind. The thing he likes more than creating worlds is judging them. He loves to see the difference in culture, the steps each world takes down their varied path, how each world deals with conflict even if it always ends up in war. However, more often than you would think, there comes a world that is just doing everything wrong. The reasons can vary to virtually every extreme in the book, and Arceus wrote the book on everything so he would know. So if that ever comes up, Arceus will deliver 'judgement'. Sometimes, but this is very rare now, he will descend upon the world and destroy it. Everything, the people, the fauna, all of it. He has no remorse for a world that will be replaced in a matter of centuries for mortal years, practically no time for a being such as Arceus. Nowadays, he sends someone else in his plane to destroy the world, they all were powerful enough to do that. And speaking of destroying worlds…

"Where is my eldest?!" Arceus yelled in the void of his dimension, it was a bleak place where the entity stood in open space. In front of Arceus a portal opened and a pink light came out.

"Yes father?" The pink light said calmly, the light would flash with each word.

"Palkia, I have a special job for you," the deity told his son.

"What is it father?"

Arceus sighed, "Many, many millennia ago, at the beginning of existence itself there was only I. I looked around me and saw nothing but this empty void, it disgusted me, surrounded by nothingness. So I set out to make life, to make civilizations, to give my life a purpose. But a purpose I did not know. Years and decades of creating worlds has made me realized that I need not only to create, but to also destroy. There is only so much of my power I can expend before I must recharge them. So it has led me to this, I must destroy many of the worlds I have created, it saddens me, but it must be done lest I go into a deep slumber for eternity. Do you understand this son?"

"Yes, father. What is it you wish for me to do? Destroy all the worlds?"

"What? No," Arceus appeared almost shocked by this. "Not every world should be damned by my hand, only those unworthy of my gifts. Which has led me to what I want you to do. Let me show you dear Palkia." A dimensional window appeared in front of the two entities showing a lush world.

"It is beautiful father," Palkia said.

"Yes, most worlds are on the outside, but this world has baffled me significantly. I have gone through its history and have seen such sadness and misery. But they have so much potential. I can imagine a world where it outshines nearly all of my others. Which is why I'm leaving it up to you."

"To me?"

"Yes, I want you to visit this world and see if it worthy of my gifts or worthy of my judgement. I want you to judge its people, its values, what it is doing, what it is not, the relationships between themselves, and how they intend to protect the world."

"Of course father, how do you wish for me to judge the inhabitants of this world?"

"Oh? Did I say you were going alone? Well, my apologies, due to this world being incredibly special to me, it was my twelve thousand, three hundred, and fiftieth world ever made so it has a special place in my eternal heart, I will have several of you go.

"Several of us? Is that really necessary?"

"In this case yes, this world is rather complex than most. Don't worry I will not send you complete lunatics and imbeciles."

"Who is joining me then?"

"Well, let's see, your younger brother, the mediator, the phoenix, the sentry, the giant, and that weird thing we started calling the intruder ever since the sentry found it."

"You want me to deal with my younger brother?" Palkia said somewhat sarcastically, "I'd almost want to deal with the other one."

"Very well," What? Palkia made have just screwed up, "You will have both your younger brothers to accompany you."

"What?!" Palkia yelled causing a random solar system in a random dimension to shatter to pieces. Those poor unfortunate souls, "You want me to bring him along?! After what he tried to do to you father! I cannot agree to this!"

Arceus, surprisingly, wasn't mad about Palkia's outburst. "Think of it like a chance at redemption for him. I cursed him nearly a million years ago, possibly two-million, so I think he deserves a chance."

"But father I-"

"Are you questioning me?!" Arceus sternly warned.

"No father," Palkia meekly said.

"Good."

"But if I may, the giant doesn't like being separated from its children. You may want to find something for the younger ones to do. Maybe destroy a world you have already deemed irreversible."

"Hmm, perhaps you're right, I will go tell it that I have request to have its children while it is gone in this mission."

"That is another question father. How long do you wish for us to be down there?"

"However long you think is necessary, I am giving you full control over this mission. Now make haste, you will have to leave immediately." Arceus opened a portal beneath Palkia

"Last, question. Where are we going?"

"The world of Remnant."

It was in the night in the kingdom of Vale, a rather medium kingdom when comparing it to the others. It doesn't have a famous black market, no rich deposits of Dust, and no world famous military. But what it did have, like the others, was issues. Domestic issues, Grimm issues, issues of every kind and manner. So it made sense for Arceus to send his eldest son, and his team, to there for a start. Couldn't send him to Atlas due to the…people or rather a select few because they would all judge them based off of about three people. Mistral wasn't a good choice because of the black market, not a great first impression either when dealing with killers and thieves when you're a deity. Vacuo was almost chosen, but because of its too laxed nature, it proved to be counterproductive in the opposite way. So Vale was chosen, how lucky of the, to be the starting point for their judgement.

Palkia stepped down on the ground, the dirt and grass was quiet under the pressure of his foot. This was the one thing he hated visiting worlds already made, or going back to worlds. His body didn't immediately adjust to the atmosphere do those first few steps were pretty rocky. After some heavy breathing and a lot of blinking he set himself straight. He surveyed the tree line which was beneath him as he currently was in his deity form. It was a large creature, of an off white mixed with pink color. Two large wings that didn't look like it could lift him shot out of his back. His long neck swayed from side to side seeing a vast treeline overlooked by a nice, pristine, whole…broken moon.

Well, Lunala isn't going to be happy about that. He was about to take a step until he thought of something. If I'm going to observe the inhabitants then maybe I should take the form of them. To gain trust and to look like one of them. The large form of Palkia gave a roar that shook the space above the planet, somewhere a planet met its demise, and his body glowed pink as it shrunk. The once monstrous form that was Palkia now morphed into what they called a 'human'. One of Arceus' original and, one of his, proudest creations. Being a deity often called for his presence on multiple worlds which meant this wasn't the first time he'd take a human form.

It was a weird feeling, even for a god, to switch into a different body. Palkia always thought less of a physical form. He much rather preferred being just an entity within his own realm. Technically he was called the God of Space in most worlds, some called him God of Matter, or the Planet Maker. He hated the last one, he didn't make planets he only created the space between them. Arceus' creatures could be so stupid sometimes.

Rustling in the bushes was heard in the bushes nearby. Whatever it is probably wants to know what that large thing in the sky was. I can't imagine my entrance was subtle.

From the bushes came an odd looking human, if Palkia knew anything. They wore armor with a black hood and a mask that covered their face. He noticed that they were holding a rifle, at least that's what it looked like. Many different cultures called the exact same thing different names and after nearly two million years all the names run together. The man looked shocked by seeing Palkia, in the middle of the forest, all alone.

The White Fang grunt didn't know what he was looking at. He was doing the rounds and saw a bright light. Then a roar that sounded like it might split the world in half (to be fair it did destroy a world out there). Finally a bright pink flash later and he saw this guy in the middle of the forest. They had red piercing eyes that could be seen in the thick of night. Their hair was short and a shade of pink mixed with an off white. They wore an ornate coat clothing that made it look like they were from the past.

"Greetings mortal," the male, Palkia, greeted. His voice gave off the feel of arrogance.

The grunt just held up his gun training his sights on the man in front of him. "Stay right there."

Palkia raised an eyebrow, "I beg your pardon." The deity approached, a dark look on his face, "You are a mortal, who are you to order me around?" As Palkia got up closer he could sense the fear in the man's breath. Out of instinct the man discharged his weapon. Shrapnel headed for the deity of space but it harmlessly hit his skin. Such weapons could not harm a being such as himself.

"Wha-" The White Fang grunt was dumbfounded. The shrapnel actually hit Palkia, but it just went into his skin like it didn't mean anything. When the grunt looked up he saw the person was beyond furious. Palkia raised his arm and smashed it into the head of the grunt smashing the mask while he was pinned to the ground.

"You insolent creature! I am Palika! The God of Space! Creator of Gravity and the Stars! Eldest Son of Arceus! And you impotent flesh creature have the audacity to attack me with a pitiful weapon such as that?!" Palkia was about to raise his other arm, but got an idea. I don't think anyone will care if I break his mind. The hand that was pinning him started to glow that light pink that he was commonly known for. The man started to scream as Palkia entered his thoughts ripping it apart for information. Mortal minds were incredibly easy to enter. What he needed was a basic understanding of this world. Like Arceus he was responsible for the creation of space for many worlds so he never kept track. The very basic history of this… Remnant, such an odd name but not the worst, flowed into his brain at the expense of the White Fang Grunt's sanity. "Interesting," he said aloud as everything came to him. Nothing really surprised him, Palkia had existed for millions of years so he had seen many things. Dust, was something he saw before in different forms, but this created interest. He would make a mental note on its importance for his father. Their dependency on these warriors, these… huntsman and huntresses was fascinating to him. There were times he enjoyed to bash a few mortals in, sometimes if he wanted to have fun he and another god would descend upon a world and start a war to destroy it. However he wouldn't get much more from this one as Palkia could feel like his mind was splintering apart from the energy Palkia was using.

"It looks like your usefulness has run out mortal," Palkia said, the grunt was probably so broken he couldn't even comprehend his words. The deity raised his other hand in the air which started to glow pink. He slashed his arm in mid air making a cut in reality. He pulled on the cut in reality making a large gap showing a vast open void of stars and planet. Palkia didn't someone who might remember him, even if they were mentally destroyed. After picking up the practically useless faunus, he learned that's what the grunt was, another mental footnote to take. Palkia threw the mortal into the vast emptiness of space or, as he tended to call it, The Void. Palkia now had an idea of what to do, and he knew the others would not be thrilled. He was going to communicate with them telepathically, but he felt something.

All around him he slowly felt the color drain from the world, the wind blown trees begin to slow, a bird was flying in the air stood motionless as the world turned completely to grey. An unmoving, stale, grey. Palkia honestly hated the fact that he and his brothers were unaffected by this because it often left many questions from the other gods. "Dialga, I swear…" he grumbled before walking off. From the grunt he was able to get the name of the nearest gathering of mortals. A town called Vale…

-X-

Even if the town was motionless as time was stopped, Palkia could appreciate the beauty of this town. While some preferred the ancient architecture, Plakia loved the more modern interpretation of structures. Even if they made no statutes of his existence made in his honor, it was a simple thing he'd learned to get over rather quickly. That's when Palkia stumbled across his brother, the God of Time. Dialga.

How did he find him so easily you ask? Well when Dialga stops time everything around him becomes desaturated and grayscale. Except for him and those immune, that being Palkia, himself, the other brother, and Arceus. Why is that the case? Because space and time are two mutually exclusive entities that cannot affect on another.

It appeared that his brother, like Palkia himself, chose to taken a human form, but he appeared more gentlemanly as always. That irked the space god to no end. The God of Time wore a blue tail coat over a grey vest with a black undershirt. The tails of the coat were lined in a silver metal with a diamond colored crystal in the apex of where they met. The same shade of blue was used for the dress pants he wore. But the one thing that never changed when Dialga was forced to take on a human form was what was atop his head. A blue top hat, oh how that annoyed Palkia more than his brother consistent need to stop time.

Dialga, at the time, was sitting at a restaurant table reading a book. Probably his compendium. The compendium Dialga carried with him always changed depending on the world he's in. It contains an entire history of the world he is in. The past, the present, and even though he hat to admit it, the future were all in that pocket sized book. The only thing was that only Dialga could actually look into that book and see what he sees, other would only see a blank page. The area around Dialga was a bit comical, Palkia admit power over time did lead to some funny situations. One of the waitresses had tripped with the food about to fall on the floor, but it was suspended while the look of shock from patrons and other waitresses alike was frozen in place. Of course having done this for centuries, his brother paid no attention. Instead he just read his book and took a cup of tea that rested on another waitresses' serving tray that was stuck in time but now was pulled into this pocket of time. He took a sip before noticing his brother, the master of space.

"Ahh, Palkia, so good to see you again," the refined voice of Dialga greeted as he put down the cup back onto the tray where its color was drained as it returned to regular time.

With a roll of his eyes Palkia gave a sigh, "Brother."

"Why so formal Palkia?" Dialga kept his attention to the compendium.

"We're on a mission, it would be best if we kept the pleasantries to a minimum."

"You're just no fun," Palkia's brother spared him a quick glance before returning to his reading.

"So, anything we can use?" Palkia pointed to the compendium.

"You know the Time Keeper's Compendium knows all that was, is, and will in this world. So it should come as no surprise that I have made my personal plans."

"And what would those be? Have you reached some sort of conclusion?"

"No Palkia I have not," Dialga closed the book and placed it in an inside coat pocket, "throughout my travels to various worlds and existence through many mortal years I have learned that many things cannot be understood when reading from a book. A more… proper and physical analysis is required."

"When you say physical…"

Dialga looked disgusted by the insinuation, "That is revolting to even think about that brother. I am not like Moltres who goes around mating with every world she stumbles into. I was thinking of a more sociable and up front approach."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well in the compendium it talked at length about these huntsman and huntresses. Protectors of the world from these odd creatures called the grimm."

"Hmm, I've heard of these warriors from when I probed the mind of a mortal who tried to attack me."

"Poor soul. But moving away from that one's poor decision, I think it would be best if we disguised ourselves as these warriors to get intermix with the people of this world."

"How do you suggest we do this?"

"Well according to the compendium-" Dialga stopped talking and his head shot to the left, he noticeably tensed as he felt an old presence he hadn't felt in millenia. "Why is he here? Dialga let out a low growl as his hand started to glow with a blue aura.

"Father thought it would be a good way to 'test' him. He told me to think of it like a second chance for him." Dialga gave Palkia a grimace, his red eyes that were similar to Palkia's glared at him, "I'm not happy about it either, but let's hear it from our brother first."

A small circular object ran across the ground, it was barely the size of a manhole cover as it zoomed to and fro. It was a swilirng mix of black and red. While the two brothers look down at it, quite literally in fact, they both were unexcited for the oncoming conversation. The odd shaped object stopped right before their feet. Two unsettling eyes that shared the same color as Dialga and Palkia opened up and blinked. Upon seeing the two an unsettling smile formed.

The talk started with the smile opening and closing while it gave a bone chilling laugh. "Why if it isn't the fabled sons of Arceus. Allow me to bask in your glory, oh great gods." The bravado was strong with this one.

"Cut it Giratina," Palkia chided, "why aren't you showing a physical form? Too afraid of what you'll look like?"

The mouth of the amorphous blob closed and a look of annoyance ran across the eyes. In a quick movement a shadowy blob ran straight up so the red eyes could look right into the face of Palkia. The two eye were angry now, but there was no mouth, only the fury of those red burning eyes could be seen.

"Do not jest me with your mockery! You know very well why I cannot make a human form like you and the others have done! You're lucky I have been talked to by your father or I woul-"

"Our father Giratina," Palkia corrected.

Giratina huffed, a small bit of the black goo making the physical form dropped on the ground, staining it. "You know very well why I do not share your sentiment with 'our' father," Giratina did not sound pleased, "but moving on from that I have been talked to by him and have been told to restrain my…anger around these mortals."

"Father told you to restrain yourself?" Dialga asked raising an eyebrow.

"He relinquished some of powers back to me," Palkia tensed at that, "do not worry dear brother." Every time he mentioned Giratina was technically family you could hear the sarcasm and playfulness he was sometimes known for in the legends. "He only gave me as much power as those of the emissaries or our personal guardians."

"Those are still incredibly more powerful than these mortals. Besides you said you cannot make a physical form in this world, so what good are your powers?"

"You are wrong in that dear time traveller," the shadowy blob began to shift into the shape of a human, "while I cannot make a whole form for me I can make an illusion. Think of it like a puppet, a marionette that follows my movement. But I must ask you Palkia, what is the plan for our stay here?"

"Oh, you're going to listen to me?" Palkia asked.

"I had to make a deal with father to actually come to this world. In exchange for partial use of my powers I would have to listen to you, since you are the leader of the expedition. Now I repeat my inquiry what is the plan?"

"Hmm," Palkia looked to Dialga, "you said that these huntsman and huntresses were a focal point of this world?"

"Yes. Their survival is dependent on the success of these individuals. I would personally suggest that we take on these rolls in order to judge them. They are the supposed best of the best that this world has to offer."

"Judging the many based off of the few?" Giratina asked as the swirl continued, "Couldn't that be seen as a bit hasty?"

"It's either that or we go around and judge every soul," Palkia retorted, "and with you on this world I would rather not lose sight of you." Giratina glared at his brother.

"Might I suggest something then?" Dialga questioned.

Palkia sighed, his other brother would only continue to push his buttons until he got it way. "What is it?"

"If we just suddenly appear out of nowhere, there will be questions, only furthered by our powers which I guarantee outshine any of those on this world. In the compendium it talked about these school that would teach the hunters in training. Think of it like when father took the time to instruct us on our gifts," Dialga then looked to Giratina, "…well some of us."

"You're saying you want us to teach? I don't think I could trust Giratina instructing children mortals-"

"No, no, no you got it all wrong brother. I say we masquerade ourselves as students at these institutions."

"What?! Both Palkia and Giratina exclaimed, it was probably one of the first things they ever did in unison.

Palkia recovered first, "Dialga are you crazy?! We overpower the mortals a billion to one! Not to mention none of the mortals would believe why we're there."

"The only other option is to be teachers, where the students would have a false sense of respect for the most part. We would be lied to in the classroom while they go off and the be the real them. Being a student and infiltrating their ranks is the only way to truly understand them."

"You just want to get all the right answers on their pitiful mortal assessments," Giratina told Dialga.

"It is a guilty pleasure I will admit," Dialga had no trouble in showing that, "but I am serious about the understanding the humans. If these children are to be the future protectors of Remnant than it is best that we judge them."

Palkia thought about it for a moment before finally coming to a conclusion, "Fine. We'll do it your way, but if I would think it best if we do not reveal that we are their gods and creators. The last thing we need is to destroy it prematurely because we cannot get away from them."

"Perfect," Giratina rolled his eyes, "surrounded by mortal children, what else could go wrong?"

"We have to look seventeen," Dialga answered.

…

…

"What?" Giratina nearly broke down.

"Huntsman and huntresses enter the academies around the age of seventeen," Diala pulled out his compendium to check, "we will also need weapons and I guess if you want, armor."

"Oh, well that is no issue," Palkia said, "I'm not thrilled about it, but if I finally get to brandished that weapon that was made in my honor on the one world so long ago then so be it."

"Your bravado knows no bound," Giratina said as all three began to glow different colors. Palkia: pink, Dialga: blue, and Giratina: yellow.

"Only when I'm around you," Palkia, for the one time in probably a thousand mortal years, joked. His form didn't change too much physically speaking but the outside did. An off white/grey chest plate covered his upper torso with a black undershirt going to the waist. Armored pieces covered his waist but were separated for supreme movement. The lower legs were covered by the same metal that covered all the way to his feet using claws as a deterrent, or possibility, for attacks. His shoulders were covered with circular armor that alternated with that pink-purple color and the off white/grey color with a large pearl in the center point. Gauntlets covered his forearm with pink colored gloves finishing them off. Then to top it off, there was a helmet that covered the entirety of the head except for the area above the mouth to just after the eyebrows came into view.

When he looked to his time travelling brother he saw that that nothing really changed from his choice of apparel, his face did look younger but that was all that could be said for his change/

"Must you look like you're going to charge in head first into an enemy stronghold?" Dialga asked, questioning his brother's choice of appearance.

"You look like you should be drinking tea all the time. Don't go judging how I wish to express myself."

"You're already fitting in with the mortals nicely."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"These ones tend to make a fuss about their individual identity."

"Ahh, another one of those worlds."

"Exactly."

"Well?" The two were broken from their conversation as the Giratina's shadowy form stopped swirling in energy. "Too much?"

The form was definitely human, thank goodness. It was a tall, slender person, who even towered over Palkia who chose a more average height. A shade of yellow that desaturated slightly to make it look faded was placed atop the illusion's head. Giratina's illusion wore a long grey coat that flowed and arced around stopping to make an opening for his legs. On the back of the coat were three metal clamp like objects colored a golden yellow that latched onto his form. While the two brothers of the damned Giratina could not see it, two wing like patterns were blazoned across symmetrically with three triangles on the three tips of each wings. The front of the cloak was opened and hung off of Giratina's shoulders which revealed a patterned shirt that alternated between red and black with black slacks to run down his legs.

"You look…like a teenage mortal," Dialga struggled to come up with anything nice. One, because it was Giratina, and two because he honestly had little to say.

"Well thank you, that's what I was going for," the manifestation of Giratina did a bow, but when he talked the two noticed something was vitally important was missing.

"Giratina, your mouth doesn't move," Palkia bluntly said.

"My what?" The dark deity replied.

"Your mouth," Palkia removed his helmet to point at his own mouth, "it needs to move or else people will go insane."

"Oh-why-I-you," it looked like he struggled, "oh for the love of Arceus I can't be bothered!" The creation mouthed its hand over its mouth and when it was removed a bandanna covered 'his' face. It was a black colored piece of cloth with two gold yellow object colliding at the mouth, these mirrored what his actual mouth did when his true form was visible. "Better?" He asked, it did make it more believable that he was actually talking and not communicating through a portal in his dimension.

"Better," they both flatly said.

"But now we must tell the others," Palkia said as he turned to his brother, "Dialga you need to resume time so we can contact the others."

"Sure thing," Dialga rolled up his right sleeve slightly revealing a watch with a diamond encrusted upon the center. He tapped it twice before the color of the world of Remnant slowly returned. When it did every mortal around noticed in the vicinity dodged out of the way of falling food from a waitress who tripped, but the table next to some stood empty.

-X-

This is a telepathic message from the oldest of Lord Arceus, Palkia, we have our objective. We are to disguise ourselves to mimic adolescents entering in schools trained to fight monsters. I know the idea of attending a mortal school is not enticing but this is what needs to be done if we are to judge this world. My brother Dialga has made a convincing argument for this. When you change into your forms I request you come to us. We are in a the city of Vale in the kingdom of the same name, you should be able to sense our energies when you get close. Also, procure yourself a weapon, if we are to be warriors in this world then we will need armaments. That is all until we all come together. Arceus speed.

-X-

"Well bravo brother," the representation of Giratina clapped, "perhaps you should be the 'God of Speeches' instead of space."

"Shut it Giratina," Palkia said as the three stood on a corner of a Valesian street.

Dialga looked up and tipped his top hat upwards, "It appears we have some visitors."

"Already?" Palkia was surprised, he knew some of them were fast but not that fast.

The first were a pair, the only other pair outside of Palkia and Dialga.

"Well if it isn't the protector of the skies," Dialga greeted, "it's good to see you again Rayquaza."

Rayquaza, God of the Skies and the Protector of New Worlds. It was his job to protect any new world, while it was still being formed, from the outside threats of space. Secondly it was his mission when the world is first formed to create a rotation using his long draconis body to create a momentum for eons. It did create a rather tenuous relationship between him and Palkia, but they had never held a grudge once the job was done. His two younger siblings often left him as the sole voice who could calm them, so he was used to squabbling and was known to be surprisingly understanding for a large sky dragon.

The body of Rayquaza was tall like Giratina's but looked less…edgy. A deep green jacket that overlapped itself covered his chest with gold rings running off of the shoulders. The whole theme was the color of green, but over the sleeves and over the pants you would find yellow, black, and red lines running across his body almost like tribal tattoos. His eyes were a piercing yellow that were made to be seen from the very pitch black void of the cosmos. His mint green hair was obstructed by two dark green horns that stuck out of the top of his head and were slanted back behind him.

"Dialga," Rayquaza bowed, his voice was calm, but also relentless, he took a look to Palkia and in a less enthusiastic tone he said, "Palkia." Then he saw Giratina, "And here I thought the bringing Deoxys here was a bad idea."

"Hello you to you too sky guardian," Giratina scoffed while his solid illusion leaned back on a lampost.

"Speaking of which," Dialga noticed the other with Rayquaza, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you Deoxys."

"So that's the infamous 'intruder', I think I like him," Giratina would smile if he had a working mouth while Rayquaza shot him another glare.

Deoxys was known throughout the pantheon as 'The Intruder', no one really knew his name outside of Arceus (obviously), Palkia since he lorded over space, Dialga knew of his existence but had never met him, Giratina because of his power to see into other worlds which was the only power he could still call upon while in exile, and finally Rayquaza knew him for one major reason. He was the first one to combat Deoxys.

Deoxys was a virus that gained sentience, a product of Palkia's power mixed with a little space bacteria. It slowly began to chew through world after world leaving a trail of destruction behind him. Originally, Arceus was going to let the monster destroy these worlds and then just destroy the universe to rid of this. However he did not account on one thing, he obtained some of Palkia's powers that let him travel across dimensions personally. Now Deoxys could travel anywhere, anytime, and destroy anything with little effort. It was one of those few times that Arceus showed worry. Most of the tale usually ends with Rayquaza chasing down Deoxys and the two fight, destroying several worlds and universes in the massive chase that spanned nearly a thousand years.

The Deoxys that stood, actually he was sitting on the floor, did not look like the supposed monster that destroyed hundreds of worlds. He looked up revealing a rather young and healthy face, if you ignore the large scar running down the middle of his forehead and stopping at the tip of his nose. He had long running red hair that was a shade of red-orange. What surprised the three was the fact he war covered in a straightjacket that bound his arms behind his back, it mirrored his hair color. His black denim jeans were crossed as he sat on the floor. In the middle of the jacket was a purple gem that reflected the light.

"Why is he in a straight jacket?" Palkia asked.

Deoxys looked to Rayquaza with a smug look while he just gave a pissed off look at him. "After our battle that raged across the dimensions Arceus had me watch over Deoxys after restraining his powers. I still am restraining them in this world, and the straight jacket just appears to be the manifestation of said restraints." Deoxys just happily shrugged giving a smile, "oh, and he's mute."

"Great, we have a literal walking harbinger of death who can't speak to us," Palkia sighed.

"If it makes you feel better I can always communicate you through telepathy?" Palkia heard a voice in his head. He immediately looked to Deoxys who smiled even wider, a smug smile at that too.

"Tell him to cool it with the telepathy, the mortals don't seem to have the same mental barriers as we do. If he communicates with them he might make them go insane," Deoxys' smile turned to a frown at hearing that.

"Well you're no fun."

"I unfortunately do not have power over that," Rayquaza deadpanned while a new smile formed, "but I can always hurt him if he tried to do anything fishy." Aaaaannnnnd another frown.

It wouldn't be until a few hours later that the others came. While they were not together originally, they arrived in pairs.

"Palkia, Dialga," the first, a male, "it is good to see you again.

The male they saw had grey hair that was off to the side and was pointed like icicles. A grey jacket stretched down to his thighs. A line on the bottom of the jacket was colored an ice blue. While the sleeve for his left arm was filled with said arm, his right side was armless. That was due to an 'accident' with his two triplet brother and sister. The right sleeve was tied in a knot and was flushed with the sleeve since his form couldn't make an arm for him. In his left hand was a book with a pen left in it functioning as a bookmark.

"Kyurem," Palkia said, "how are the other two?"

"Oh, they constantly bicker about their philosophies until I come in and end their squabble, they do it again and blah-blah-blah," Kyurem using his one arm for good inflections.

"So same ol', same ol'?" Rayquaza joked.

"Yes," Kyurem was never the joking type of deity.

Kyurem was born one of three triplets. His siblings, Zekrom and Reshiram, were the embodiment of 'Truth' and 'Ideal'. They constantly fought over which was right and which was wrong. Because every time they fought, energies would scatter throughout the universes which usually fueled some kind of war. Some of the other gods joked that these two were the God and Goddess of War. Kyurem was the embodiment of the 'middle ground', the grey between black and white. It was only he that could get his brother and sister to stop fighting which is why he was referred to as 'The Mediator' or the God of Peace sometimes.

Then there was the other, a female. She had long red, actual red not orange, hair that stretched to her waist that beautifully cascaded like field of wheat in the wind. Her eyes were soft and caring in contrast to all those around her which all held some semblance of hardness from their centuries of existence. She wore what was known as a kimono that was flowing and had multiple layers to it. The outside layer was red with green trimming and on the neckline. A white sash kept it tied together with the layers underneath being white. The sleeves hung off the hands by several inches and hid her hands, the bottom of the cloth was colored green which stood out from the red.

"Ho-oh," Giratina said, his illusion bowed which surprised them all except for the beautiful woman in front of them.

She giggled bringing up a sleeve to cover her mouth, "Hello Giratina it's nice to see you again."

"Wait," Palkia said, "you two know each other?"

"Just because I was forbidden to seek out did not mean others could visit me brother," Giratina answered, "Ho-oh was just kind enough to visit me every few hundred years."

Ho-oh, sometimes known as The Phoenix in the pantheon, was seen as the living incarnation of good. She was the Goddess of The Heart. Most get this confused with 'love' but that is not the case, she prefers to be called Goddess of the Pure Heart. She has the ability to look into your heart and soul and determine if you are a good person. A person of pure heart, good intentions, an honest soul.

"So," Kyurem said, "is this it?"

"No there should be one more," Palkia said looking around. While he did this Dialga pulled out the compendium and began thumbing through pages, "father told me that the giant should be here as well."

"Regigigas?" Giratina asked, everyone looked to him, it was unusual to refer to gods by name unless you knew them well. Otherwise you refer to them by their title such as 'the phoenix', 'the giant', 'the time traveller', and so on.

"Why do you refer to him by name?" Palkia asked.

"As a…form of punishment by your father I was forced to look after his children while their father was away."

"You were a babysitter?" Rayquaza asked.

"The mortal task of babysitting does not include stopping a child of a god from making giant rock golems in a fake game of war versus his brother who makes an army of metal warriors," Giratina ranted. Regigigas sure had strange kids.

"Don't worry about Regigigas," Dialga told them all as he kept his nose in the supernatural book. However his eyes did notice a strange group of individuals with red curved blades and black clothing led by a man with bright orange hair and walking stick enter a shop. The store name read: 'Till Dust till Dawn'.

"Why is that?" Kyurem questioned, "Your book got something to say?"

"Yes, it always has something to say. Don't worry Regigigas will soon make his presence known," he then closed the book and held up three fingers. "In three, two," each time he mentioned a number it would show on his hand, "and on-"

*CRASH*

The sound of glass shattering made all the deities turn around. They saw a broken window belonging to the store Till Dust till Dawn. From it came a small mortal girl carrying a rather…unique weapon. It folded and shifted into a large scythe. If Giratina had a working mouth in the solid clone he made, it would have dropped.

"Palkia…" the damned deity said.

"Yes?"

"I think I must compliment our father on this world, it is truly magnificent."

"Yes there weaponry is somewhat unique, but Dialga I thought you said Regigigas would be here?"

"Give it a moment," his brother told him, Dialga then looked to his watch.

A man in black and red was about to jump out of the window to attack the girl, but when he did a hand grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back. Not more than a second afterword a person rammed through the wall shattering it even more than when the mortal female with the scythe crashed through the window.

"There he is," Dialga said pointing to the human form of Regigigas.

It would be in this moment that the World of Remnant would get its first demonstration in the ways of godly combat…

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Aaaannnnndddd SCENE! Well I usually hate to leave it on a 'cliffhanger', because we obviously have no clue how this will end (sarcasm). Now I know there wasn't really any combat or fighting really, but I wanted to introduce all of the characters in this chapter. We will get a description of what Regigigas looks like in human form next chapter. I wanted to get all of the other characters out of the way just because I wanted it done and over with, there are sometimes when I hate having to introduce multiple characters over multiple chapters. Besides that, there ain't much else, hope you enjoyed. See ya later suckers!