AN: Hey Everyone! Just wanted to say thanks for checking my story out! This is my first story and this idea has been hounding me for the longest time. I plan on trying to update at least once a week. But important things first.
I am in need of a Beta Reader, who is great with grammar! As I can tell a great story in person, buuut the typing of the same story not so much. Please Message me if you are interested in helping me out.
Disclaimer! I DO NOT OWN POKEMON!
Aaaaand here it is! Enjoy!
The Beginning: The Descent
"ROAR!"
A massive and mighty white four legged being stares at its creation, angered that it would betray its trust once again. Having decided to give its friend Giratina a second chance after a millennia in the Cleansing Realm, he opened a portal to let Giratina out of it exile. However, Arceus was surprised when it opened a portal to the cleansing realm, expecting the portal to open in a straight blue line and release a serene and calming aura; however upon opening the portal, it became a large black and grey jagged line in the sky releasing fear, darkness, and madness from it in waves that quickly pulsed across the land.
Arceus gave a mighty roar that shook the plains as he took to the air. The roar itself pulsed outward expanding rapidly was quickly heard across the entire planet, time, and even outward into space. As Arceus' roar quieted down, Arceus closed his eyes and knew his order to appear would be heard and began waiting. The legendaries, hearing the call of their God and realizing the direness of the situation began to appear to help Arceus.
The Three Birds of Kanto were the first to arrive; Articuno, The Bird of the Blizzard, who with every flap of its majestic wings created tremendous blasts of icy wind, freezing the water molecules in the air; Zapdos, The Bird of Storms, whose strong flaps created visible static within the air and thunderbolts; and finally Moltres, The Bird of Fire, whose entire avian body was covered with feathers that were a reddish orange, with a plume of pure white flame bursting out of its mouth.
Quickly approaching the legendary birds were two orbs of psychic power, one pink while the other purple. Within the orb of pink psychic light was the playful and curious Mew, who most likely for the first time since its creation bore an angry look upon its features once arriving upon the scene. To the right of Mew's pink energy ball was its sibling Mewtwo, the failed clone of Mew. Mewtwo was bathed in its purple psychic energy that sparked and rippled in uncontrollable fury. Mewtwo spun his large aluminum spoon once before brandishing it towards the tear in the sky, as it began to vibrate showing both his anger and the massive psychic power it was charging.
Soon the pounding of thousands of feet was heard, and then silence. In the center of a rapidly dispersing dust cloud stood three, not the thousands like any who might have heard the sound might have thought. As the last of the dust cloud disappeared stood the three majestic roaming dogs of Johto: Suicune, the blue dog of the ocean; Raikou, the yellow dog of thunder, and Entei, the red dog of the flame.
Two roars were then heard over the nearest mountain, which soon revealed two massive flying creatures, who arrived shortly after the speedy canines of their region. The large white creature, the master of the Johto oceans, Lugia; and the rainbow colored phoenix of rebirth, Ho-oh. Upon arriving Lugia separated from its companion Ho-oh and flew to the Birds of Kanto, to help support them if need be, a furious look in its eyes as it stared at the portal. While in contrast, Ho-oh just stared at the portal with sadness flowing throughout its being.
Soon a massive ear splitting sound ripped through the field; numerous, if not thousands of green and purple tears were ripping across the sky, all opening to reveal the apprentice of time and the loving guardian of the forest Celebi. Out of the greenish portal came thousands of Celebi, who had begun to appear from across all of time, from the beginning to the end, from the young to the old and weary.
Suddenly three columns of rock, ice, and steel shot up from the ground easily standing tall at a mighty twenty feet tall, until a cracking sound ripped through the clearing as the columns shattered announcing the arrival of the three Regi's, Regirock, Regice, and Registeel.
A rumbling was then sent through the plains as a large orange beam ripped through the ground in front of the three Regis. A massive white arm grabbed the edge of the hole and began to pull itself out slowly. The arm soon revealed yellow guards upon its arms and shoulder blades. As the creature finally climbed out of the hole it stood taller than its children. The parent of the three Regis stood tall and let out a guttural roar of its name. Regigigas.
Next three impossibilities occurred on the plains where the legendries were gathered. A massive tidal wave hit the empty portion and revels the Creator of the Ocean, Kyogre. When across from it a massive controlled earthquake tore asunder the ground spewing lava from its holes, and a massive red behemoth, arose from the hole, Groudon, the Creator of the Continents. Another loud roar rips through the sky, sending all clouds away from the clearing, revealing a being whose body looking like that of a green train. It was the massive green dragon of the skies, controller of the weather Rayquaza.
Two bright lights were seen in the dark sky shooting towards the ground from space. Getting closer as time passed until the two lights crashed into the ground leaving two massive trenches in the ground from their crash landings. One glowed a bright yellow, giving off a feeling that your wildest dreams were only a wish away; while in contrast the other, a sickly purple in color, generated a feeling of consumption and destruction through sickness. Out of the yellow glowing trench floated out Jirachi, the wishing star; and out of the sickly purple trench floated Deoxys the space virus, who was rapidly shifting through three different forms than what it appeared as it floated out of the creator, all three of which exemplified three vastly different styles. The first was paper thin like in appearance showing the preference to speed. The next form appeared not even a second later, the streamlined appearance rapidly bulked up, giving the appearance of an immovable object able to take untold of attacks and come out without the slightest of damage. The next form lost the heavy frame and radiated colossal strength.
Arceus looked at the gathered legendaries and knew that these legends were the only ones who were able to answer his call, the other legends of the planet would not be able to reach this place in time. Those who were not present would have to protect the world as a last line of defense if Arceus and the legends present were to possibly fail.
As the legends gathered around their God, Arceus stared at the portal right at the red bloodshot eye glaring through at them all. As a dark and ghastly being began to emerge from the tear, creating a shrieking and horrifying tearing sound as it ripped the portal open further, tearing it from its point in the sky all the way to the ground. The great Giratina, the undead dragon floated in front of the portal staring right at the being who had punished and sent it into its own person hell. Giratina smirked, it was not alone, as when he emerged from the tear Arceus had opened, he tore it asunder to allow the others who were cast into the other realm to come through.
Giratina brought with him other beings cast into the Hell from across the many dimensions. Beings that had been too violent, powerful, and deadly to be allowed to stay in the normal realm; who had been cast into the cleansing realm by Arceus to stabilize the world. Beings that had been corrupted by evil in the normal realm, sent into the other realm to lose the madness they had gained; yet as they emerged from the tear Giratina had made, their forms had changed while exposed to the strange energy of the realm they were cast into.
Dragonite whose naturally orange scales were darkened into a blackish brown, who had elongated snouts with razor sharp teeth stretching out of their mouths. Charizard with horns and claws that had been sharpened to rip, shred, and puncture to kill; expelling black flames from their mouths. Alakazam, wielding butcher knives instead of their usual spoons, Baninette with blood dripping from their arms and unzipped mouths with blood flowing out freely; Abomasnow whose snow was stained red. Shedinja, who were excluding a dark aura; Scolipede, with green acid spilling from their mouths and stingers; Tyranitar with purple and black rock skins, with blood dripping from their maws; Conkeldurr that wielded guillotines instead of their concrete pillars; and hundreds of others evil beings.
One thing was in common for every being and creature that emerged from the realm... They were changed, all were either covered in blood, or had an unearthly evil glow surrounding them. As the army stared at the legends, one thing was clear, they wanted revenge for the hell they had been sent to.
For a minute nothing moved, nothing breathed, and there was silence. Arceus and giratina stared at each other in the air, watching and waiting. The army Giratina had brought with it stared at the legends they had revered and loved before the madness had taken over, and forced their revered legends to cast them into the realm they were now leaving. They stared at the legends with not an ounce of love, they were hungry for their revenge and Giratina's army were hungry for the legends blood.
After a tense minute of silence Arceus spoke directly to Giratina, "My dear friend, I opened the portal to release you from your punishment after one thousand years, for creating a madness within Pokémon." Arceus' eyes look towards the army, then back to Giratina, "A madness that made those infected ruled by a primal thirst for the blood of their enemies, a desire to fight: not to evolve and grow, or to fight for the purpose of food, but your madness birthed the desire to fight to bear witness to their opponents bleeding on the ground defeated and dying in front of it… I sent you to that realm, because it was designed to pull that madness from you and house it within a griseous orb. Unfortunately, my old friend, it appears that the madness and darkness within you has filled the orb. I underestimated how much madness that had festered and multiplied within you. For once the orb was full, it shattered! Releasing all of the madness! Altering the very nature of the Cleansing realm itself into a perverse distortion of its original purpose! Instead of healing the Pokémon that were sent there by pulling out the madness and evil from them… It bred! It festered! And it grew in the hearts of yourself and the Pokémon sent there to be cleansed!" Arceus shouted with a furious look on its face.
His angry visage slowly changed to one of deep sadness and pain, as Arceus spoke in a softer tone, barely enough for any but Giratina itself to hear. "I am sorry my friend, but I must remove you. As your friend I will make it as quick and painless as I" BOOM! An explosion engulfed Arceus.
The Legends stared at the lone purple Garchomp standing in front of the army, the last residue of sparking black energy from its tainted hyper beam leaving its mouth. The Garchomp turned its head skyward and roared with all of its might a terrible shrieking guttural sound. The army of Giratina quickly responded by adding their own roars to that of the Garchomp's. Immediately the legendaries that had gathered responded with roars of their own, matching the volume and anger that Giratina's army possessed.
As the smoke covering Arceus began to clear it showed nothing, and the Garchomp began to laugh a sickening sound, until it was silenced by a massively oppressive wave of pressure, that forced not only the Garchomp, but all of the Pokémon in Giratina's army; forcing them to the ground and quickly onto their knees. The Garchomp feeling the source of the pressure coming from behind it, began to slowly turn its head as it struggled to stand, it saw the God Arceus with its back to it, staring intensely at the army in front of it.
"While I love every one of you as my children, and it saddens me that you would all turn from the righteous order of things… You must all be destroyed for the safety of humans, Pokémon, and the world itself." Arceus stated sadly.
Arceus then slowly turned its head to the Garchomp and uttered three words softly as a lone tear fell from its left eye. "I am sorry." As Arceus uttered its quiet apology, it turned his head back to the army. In less time it would take to blink, Arceus kicked its hind legs at the Garchomp tearing through its head, leaving a trail of blackish blood pooling where its body fell.
The Legends of Arceus and the Army of Giratina both grew quiet. Then Arceus spoke the two words that would haunt Giratina for the rest of its existence. "It begins."
And that's a wrap!
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