Despite being a city in the north with frigid snows on a regular basis, it was rather warm in Circhester on this day. It was rather early into the afternoon, and the stands were chock full of people from all walks of life, finding this to be more interesting than whatever the Champion was up to.

Amongst those in the stands, some weren't human. In the front row to the east of the battlefield, sat a vanguard of inhumans that were rather interested in this match. They hadn't seen one of these battles, these performances in a while, and much had happened since the last one.

The sound of a microphone rung out through the arena, everyone preparing themselves for what was about to happen next. They were all prepared, hoping that everything went according to the long, elaborate plan they knew the Challenger had.

"Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages! Today we have a once in a lifetime spectacle for you all today! For you see, the region's most infamous gym challenger has finally returned to the stage! However, his opponent today is a much different person than one would expect!" he shouted, and the eyes moved to where the gym leader would exit from.

The lights in the stadium began to shift, darkening and focusing on the Gym leader. Spotlights focused on the entrance as loud musik began to play, fireworks and pyro erupting all about as the announcer inhaled.

"Introducing first the Gym Leader. Standing at six foot one inch, and weighing two hundred and fourty five pounds, he holds a gym battle record of seventeen wins and no losses. Fighting out of Circhester and representing Galar Minerals, 'The Hard Rock Crusher', Gordie!"

The stands erupted in cheers and happiness as the gym leader began to walk out, wearing an extra coat, a long, floor length thing with a high collar in brown. As he walked towards the center of the field, he threw his arms out and into the air, the stadium erupting in gasps and cheers as money began to rain from the stadium's ceiling.

The Halflings in the stands seemed halfway between disappointed and impressed. This was quite the display, and even they had no idea what kind of entrance the challenger had planned, but could it measure up to such a grandiose entrance from Gordie?

Suddenly, the entire stadium went black. Completely and utterly dark, as if a black hole had opened up during Gordie's entrance and swallowed the light itself from the stadium. The first shot of color was a bright yellow light that shone from the heavens, revealing a lone figure.

The figure was a boy, a young child with purple hair and oddly snake like eyes, the humans in the stands noticing that his costume, a casual looking suit with overly long sleeves, had a hole for the long tail that he sat on. That tail was just a prop, right?

The child's snake like eyes seemed to Glare at all of them, nobody able to say anything about this random, snake child that was on the battlefield. He opened his mouth, letting long fangs and a forked tongue come into view. "I am Renji Forktongue, son of Lamia the Arbok. I am the Avatar of Greed." he spoke, soundly oddly refined.

"I represent not only my greed, but HIS as well. The Greed in my heart is not pure, and only through this war should I be sated. I hunger, thirst and lust for a world where I won't have to hide. A world where I can do what I want, when I want without fear. And not only do I represent this, I represent something else."

He closed his eyes, the light surrounding him changing to a bright white color, letting everyone see how inhuman he looked wearing an odd purple colored costume that made him look rather similar to an Arbok with a human face.

"I am a symbol of HIS insatiable desire for power to rival his mentors, his unstoppable desire for the same world I dream of. The same Kingdom." he said, closing his eyes as the light around him dimmed.

The audience was rather surprised by that, wondering exactly what the child they saw was, as his costume was put together in such an immaculate fashion that he looked as if he wasn't human. That wasn't possible, right? Humans and Pokemon are the only things in this world, aren't they? That's what they were told.

A second light streamed down, this one a bright red color, the sight of a short, white haired girl with a large set of crystalline eyes the next thing they saw. Her outfit was also oddly eccentric yet casual, her hood appearing to reflect the lights upon her and also the light in her eyes, the arms of her cloak covered in immaculate sapphire scales that made one man in the stands shed a tear.

"I am Azaroth Goetia, daughter of Zatana the Hatterene. I am the Avatar of Gluttony." she said, the audience members that knew here rather surprised at how refined her speech was, her normal childish slur completely forgotten in the moment.

"I represent not only my own Gluttony, but HIS as well. I represent my gluttonous desire for the food of humans, the chance to step into one of their restaurants with a friend and get something to eat. To shop at your markets, and consume your media." she said, the audience rather confused.

Why did both of these weird children, assumably part of an elaborate entrance from the challenger, talk as if they weren't humans? What were they on about? Did they know something they weren't aware of? It was quite the odd scenario, made even more odd when the red light surrounding her turned a bright white as she looked to them with her large, blue eyes.

"I also represent HIS Gluttony. His desire for more power, for more knowledge, and for change. He will stop at nothing to consume this evil and purify this land. To make it a Kingdom for all." she said, and she closed her eyes, the light fading away from her as the audience was left in the darkness again.

A third light, this one a bright orange, began to shine down, a third odd looking child within. He had dead eyes, his costume white and plain as his face, odd tear markings drawn on his face as the only color on his body, his black hair and an odd black hole in the center of his chest, became visible.

He spread four purple wings, and the audience realized that they recognized him. He was the child who introduced Allister Minazuki in his match against the girl named Marnie. What was his name again?

"I am Kai Murcielago, son of Vladimir the Crobat. I am the Avatar of Envy." he said, his depressing gaze accentuated by his makeup and costume, the only spec of color on his body that wasn't his dull eyes being the purple wings he had.

"I represent the Envy in my own heart. I envy the other seven regions, where our kind can frolic happily and freely. Where the circumstances of one's birth is irrelevant. Where the Gods smile." he said, lifting his hand, covered in an oddly fleshlike black material, towards the sky.

He looked towards the ceiling, the light surrounding him turning a bright white, only highlighting that his costume was a white creature with a whole in it's chest, as if it was a heartless monster that flew through the skies hating everything it saw.

"I also represent HIS Envy. His jealousy of those that live freely, those that live blissfully ignorant to the darkness. Those with more power and confidence than him. Those that could do what he wants to. He will not stop until these feelings subside, and all of Galar becomes a Kingdom free of this envious ignorance." he said, his arms spread wide as the light faded off his body.

The audience was rather surprised. They'd never seem an entrance quite like this, even the commentators and announcers remaining silent. Gordie remained silent as well, and the drones that flew about trying to film the spectacle were at a loss of how to search for the next light.

When it did shine, the next light was a dim purple color, an odd thing that made the person within it hard to see. When they did notice the figure, he was also another one of these odd children, this one with large ears and a short tail, his bubbly face something that they all found rather pleasing to look at. Within his hands, which were in leather gloves, he held a pitch black pillow made of some odd material that reflected light.

His costume looked almost like a pair of pajamas, right down to the fluffy feet that brushed against the ground. The color was a grayish blue, and they reminded a few people from other lands of Komala, a koala bear Pokemon known for it's perpetual, eternal sleep.

The child looked at them with oddly lecherous eyes, large things filled with a cloudy, alluring drowsiness, as if he wanted everyone to fall asleep with him, as if he was some kind of sandman. "I am Belphegor Meitenkun De Danann, son of Kanae the Komala. I was brought into the De Danann clan by HIM. I am the Avatar of Sloth." he said.

"I represent my own laziness, reflected in mine name. I am one who wishes for a world where I will not have to flee, where my fathers can simply relax in front of a television with me, or where I may simply sleep in the sunlight with no fear in my heart." he said, the light above him turning a bright white, showing off exactly how soft he looked, the hearts of those around him relaxing at the mere sight of him.

"This is the same thing I represent in HIM. He wishes to relax, to spend time with loved ones, to simply stop having to struggle and fight this war. For all of us, not just Halflings." he said, the light fading as the humans in the audience seized up.

Halfling? Was that what these odd looking children were? Some kind of weird cross between people and Pokemon? How was that possible? They'd been told for generations that it was impossible, and yet, these children all claimed to be part of some secret hybrid species, rebelling against humanity for the chance at equality. Too many questions ran through their minds, only magnified by the fifth light, a lustrous pink, shining down.

When it did, a certain goose stepping man in the stands began to sob, his refined posture and facade cracking at the sight of something truly beautiful. He saw his greatest work, his best costume, donning the flesh of the one chosen by the gods to model his idea of beauty. It was everything he could have imagined and more. He looked through tear clouded eyes at the sight before him.

"I am… Bede De Danann. I am the son of no one, and I am the Avatar of Lust." he said, and he added a certain flair to the movements of his arms, something that he learned from the person whose avatar he was while they waited for Gordie to go through his ridiculous entrance.

The costume the fluffy haired trainer wore wasn't something he'd ever choose to wear for any other reason. It was odd, a kind of leather that felt almost fleshlike, and it was less of a costume and more of simple material stretching across his flesh. Stretching and colored in a way that exposed all of his worst physical flaws.

And yet, it also accentuated all of his physical assets. For even though his stretched across his body almost like latex, any place where the material covered his scars, the material was colored pink, as if the tailor knew every scar on his smooth, milky skin.

And this odd suit had small wings, almost cherubic in appearance and made with pink feathers. They connected to a small series of leather straps dotted with pink gemstones that led to his neck, where he wore a choker, the buckle atop his Adam's apple in the shape of a Grimmsnarl's face.

The only thing that the left handed trainer didn't like about his costume, was two things. Firstly, it exposed his abdomen, something that the tailor insisted was meant to accentuate the fact of him symbolizing 'Lust'. And the second, was that his calf, the one missing flesh from where he was cannibalized, was completely bare.

"I symbolize my own lustful desire for peace, for a world where… where no one has to suffer like I have. Where those that I care for are happy, where I am happy. A place where men like Rose are struck down." he said, the light surrounding him turning a bright white as the audience began to whisper, surprised at the blatant threat against the Chairman.

"I symbolize much of the same for HIM. His desire to strike down men like Rose, his lust for a world where none must struggle or suffer like he has. His lust for a world where we can simply enjoy each other's company. He will not stop until this land becomes that ideal Kingdom." he said, the light fading from him.

The audience were surprised by this, the five young ones, all claiming to be the 'Avatars', representing someone's sins, all vehement about the state of the Galar region, and the people in charge of it. It was quite the surprise to say the least. They watched as the foive white lights, in the shape of a five pointed star, began to shine again.

The five spoke in unison, oddly enough, this entrance one of the most impressive spectacles of acting they'd all seen, even the founder of the Laverre Theatre Company. "And HE is both Pride and Wrath." they said.

"The Pride of Halflings everywhere, who wish to show their power to the people of Galar, to show their worth." Renji said, a frown on his feature. "His own Pride in his heritage, his Pride in his brothers in arms, mentors and friends." Azaroth said, a frown on her small features.

"The Wrath of all the Halflings that want to declare war, of the Halflings that wish to strike out against the injustice within this region." Kai said, frowning as well. "His own Wrath, his desire to strike everyone down, starting with the Arbiter of Circhester." Belphegor said, his frown oddly dark.

"He is the Wrath and the Pride of Halflings worldwide, the one who desires to strike down the fiends at the top of this mountain. He is the one who will strike Rose and his allies down with a righteous evil and make Galar his Kingdom! He is the Dark Messiah, The Angel of Rebellion, The Blooming Demon, The Avatar of Pride and Wrath, the strongest and most righteous justice that Galar has ever seen! He is the Morningstar, Dagda De Danann!" Bede shouted, the five lights expanding.

As they did, a shape began to form within them, the light expanding and spreading throughout the stadium as the lights slowly returned to normal, the light consuming the five Sins, the five Avatars of this man. When the blinding light faded from his body, they all gasped at what they saw.

His flesh, that which was exposed, was stark white, covered in muscle and stretching across his face and up to his skull, where a pair of snow white horns sprouted from his skull. His lone purple eye was the only spec of color on his body, his large white teeth twisting in opposite directions, like some form of ogre, or demon.

His hands and half of his forearms were covered in pitch black hair that ran up and across his biceps, shoulders and across his chest like tribal tattoos, his fingers sharp and clawed. His legs were the same, and this stretched across his entire body.

He bore six wings, and these wings were odd, because each was a different color. Red, Yellow, Orange, Blue, Purple and Pink. This symbolized six of the Seven Sins that his entrance covered, leaving only the color green, to symbolize Wrath, something the audience couldn't see.

The monster, a creature that was very obviously inhuman and wearing naught but it's own hair and power like a cloak of power, lifted one clawed hand. A pitch black portal appeared, as if it rended the space in front of it in twixt, and from the darkness, a singular form appeared.

It was the Rillaboom. Everyone knew that this Rillaboom, this green Pokemon that symbolized Wrath, was the Pokemon he saved from Hop, the younger brother of the Champion. The Rillaboom stood defiantly, the sharp teeth of the monochrome demon spreading as the Rillaboom stood defiantly, waiting for Gordie's first Pokemon.

And in this white stadium, surrounded by onlookers whose views of the world were shaken, and after the monologues of the five people that hated the way that the Galar region functioned, and what it stood for, this six winged demon spake thusly;

Come, Gordie. Allow yourself to fall in this battle to show the world that in this war, none can defeat me.

Gordie grit his teeth and hurled a Pokeball, a proud Tyranitar rising from the small sphere, the two huge Pokemon staring each other down. Dagda shifted his stance, his arms and wings spread as he began his performance, the world able to see the full glory of him in his therian form.

"Lars, show him that anger and hatred are supreme." he said, and as soon as the giant monster lizard braced itself, a fist connected with it's face, and it struck the ground, unable to continue.

Everyone went completely silent, the audience, the commentators, even Gordie himself. There was no way that in that fraction of a second that the Pokemon had been able to blitz his Tyranitar, right? That couldn't be true.

Gordie inhaled, returning the Pokemon and exhaling. "You got lucky with that one. But it won't happen again!" he shouted, throwing another Pokeball, a proud, hardy Rhyperior rising to attention. "Hit him with a Hammer Arm!" Gordie said, shifting his stance so that his back was to the monochrome angel.

"Do not turn your back to me, weakling." Dagda said, Lars blocking the Hammer arm by shoving his left arm high in the air. "Behold as Heaven's Drummer vanquishes the unholy! Wood Hammer!" he called.

Lars' right hand glew green as he gathered his energy and formed a wooden hammer and swung upwards, striking the Rhyperior in the jaw and knocking it back. He spun, the size of the hammer increasing as he put a second hand on the shaft and swung, smashing the Rhyperior in the side as it howled in pain before flying to the side, crashing into the far wall of the stadium, buried in rubble and unmoving.

Again, everyone was in stunned silence. Was this what they were up against? In the event that this man, this… this MONSTER, were to lash out against humanity, would they be struck down this easily? They couldn't understand what was happening.

Gordie returned the Pokemon, his back still to Dagda, if only to hide the emotion on his portly face. He grit his teeth, understanding that this was exactly what Rose told him would happen. He'd have to out think this beast, and to strike it down like in a fairy tale, where a knight vanquishes a dragon to save the princess.

He hurled another Pokeball, this time another large, Rock type Pokemon coming out, this one an Aggron. Dagda and Lars looked incredibly aloof, as if they weren't of this plane of existence at all, Gordie seeing them as evil Gods that looked down on humanity.

"Aggron, use Steel Beam!" he called, the Pokemon dropping to all fours and opening it's large mouth, a monstrous, all encompassing beam of light barreling forward at the two inhuman monsters. The Morningstar could only glance at the attack with a lack of visible emotion. "Boomburst."

Lars lifted his arms and puffed out his chest. He swung, slamming his fists against the ground and unleashing a monstrous scream, a deafening baritone note that unleashed a massive sonic wave that simply overwhelmed and dissipated the attack, leaving Gordie stunned. "I said not to turn your back to me, Gym Leader." the demon said, his blinded eye appearing a darker color than before.

"You have sinned twice, Arbiter of Circhester. I'm almost angry. Don't you think, Lars?" he asked, and the gorilla exhaled, smoke coming from it's nostrils as it fixed it's gaze on the Aggron. Gordie grit his teeth, throwing his trademark sunglasses from his face.

"I'm not going to let some half human abomination like you make a fool of me! I am the strongest Gym Leader in the world!" he screamed, and the Aggron roared in agreement. "Aggron, use Giga Impact!" he screamed, the Pokemon throwing it's head back with a roar as it erupted in a stream of golden light.

It barreled forward at incredible speed, tearing the ground beneath it asunder as it shot closer and closer to Lars, who seemed almost unbothered at the attacking monster. "You've used too much energy, human. Lars, Counter."

With an incredible finesse and speed, and his flowing green hair billowing in the stadium's air, Lars caught the Pokemon by the horns with a single sidestep, locking his eyes on Gordie as he brought all of that torque, all of that velocity and horsepower back down on the Aggron by simply slamming it to the ground, it's scream deafened by the ground beneath them erupting and sending debris flying.

When the last shards of earth hit the ground and the dust settled, there wasn't a single question that the Aggron had fallen in battle. There was no way anything could withstand a slam with that much force. Gordie returned the Pokemon, his composure beginning to slip.

He was honestly afraid. If he couldn't win this match, then what would become of him? Would Rose allow him to keep his position, or would he have to go back to his old job of secretly feeding children to Rose, both literally and figuratively?

He didn't want to, and he realized that if he couldn't win in a fair contest, that he'd have no choice. For his own honor, and for his own security, he'd have to take it the extra step farther and defeat not the therian's Pokemon, but he himself. Of course, that was it.

He watched Dagda lifted two hands, two separate portals of darkness opening up as he simply stared at Gordie with those dead eyes, the Rillaboom vanishing as a second Pokemon walked from the other portal, a massive, illegal Pokemon known as an Electivire.

Gordie grit his teeth, ready to completely throw away his normal facade, his normal act of a role model and someone that women could be infatuated with, his eyes looking to the Dynamaxed Pokeball in his hands. He screamed, tossing the Pokeball as a monstrous figure began to appear.

It stretched high into the sky, and radiated an immense amount of heat, the audience members beginning to grow musty, sweat forming on their brows as a Pokemon roared, releasing another wave of heat as coal began to fall from it's body, it's Gigantimaxed form towering over everything.

"I'm not putting up with any of this! I'll turn you and your Pokemon into a pile of ash! I'm Gordie, god dammit, Gordie! I'm the coolest guy in Galar, and no one will take that from me!" he shouted, the huge Coalossal looking not at the illegal Pokemon, but the inhuman trainer.

"We've dealt with these abominations before Coalossal, we can do it again like it's nothing! G-Max Vocalith!" he screamed, and the Pokemon roared, not realizing that he let something slip that he shouldn't have.

"What did you say?"

Gordie froze when he heard those words, because they barely sounded like a human language. They were evil and vile, and filled with a hatred Gordie had never witnessed. He realized that he was too far gone, his Pokemon preparing to erupt, showering coal and fire upon their opponents like fire and brimstone from the heavens.

"I said that you Halfling scum are nothing to us! We are not able to be defeated by something so monstrous and unholy!" he shouted, and the demon before him frowned. "You have sinned thrice."

The Gigantimaxed Pokemon screamed and hollered, erupting as it showered coal and fire from the skies, a few of the audience members feeling a sense of worry at the trajectory of the attack, which seemed to completely ignore the Electivire, the largest portion of the attack directed at the six winged half-man that challenged him.

"Gorias, Eerie Impulse." he said, the Pokemon releasing a wave of electricity that spread into the sky and clashed with the raining fire and brimstone, the sky becoming a celestial war that made the stadium a sweltering place to be.

However, what many did not notice, was that the attack disabled the drones flying about filming the battle, all of the live feeds and such cut off and even the announcers and commentators all blinded for a moment. It was in this moment that energy erupted around both Dagda and Gorias.

"The Heavens open up to reveal the Righteous One, he with the flaming sword."

The aerial collision of energy continued, swallowing everyone's attention and focus as Dagda began to speak.

"He doth go to smite the child of man and beast, and the Creator's Left Hand, he called the Morningstar, asked him thusly; Why doth thou smite these babes, still covered in the blood of the womb?"

Gorias clapped his hands together, summoning a blade, a huge claymore that he slammed into the ground, Gordie's eyes not on the monsters in front of him, but on the attack from above that had yet to reach Dagda.

"The Righteous One spake 'For they are Unclean, and Our Father decree that they shall be smote'. The Morningstar understood not, and he decided there."

The energy surrounded Gorias erupted as he grabbed his sword, smiling broadly as he leapt into the air, the sheer force of his being deflecting the fire and brimstone hailing from the heavens.

"The Morningstar would become an Angel of Rebellion, and with his brothers The Hungry Angel, The Vain Angel, The Seductive Angel, The Angel of Materials, The Angel of Dreams and The Jealous Angel, they lashed out against the Creator and fell from the Heavens, becoming Demons, those called the Seven Deadly Sins."

Gorias laughed as he came down, the force of the blow shattering the ceiling of the stadium and sending a shockwave through all of Circhester, blowing the snows away from the streets of the town and tearing the shackles from roofs.

"And they will fight against the injustice of the Heavens, and they will rend the Creator in twixt, for they are the righteous evil the world so needs!"

The blade tore into the hard, reinforced body of the Pokemon, tearing into him as Gorias fell from the sky, the blade leaving a golden wound as it traveled down. The audience were in awe, watching as the light began to cover the entire arena, blinding everyone and obscuring their vision of the battle.

Dagda appeared in front of Gordie in that brief moment before he was blinded, none able to witness him in the shimmering light of Gorias' blade.

Dagda grabbed him by the face and lifted him into the sky, smiling as energy began to erupt around the both of them, a stream of light that looked like a blade sent down from the Gods themselves.

"A righteous evil that this world needs. A world, Gordie, that doesn't need you."