((Gawdly))
The
chanting had reached a crescendo, and the middle-aged man had bled
out on the floor. The naked children approached the stiffening body,
each bending down to taste of the still warm and sticky lifeblood
pooling on the floor. The voices cried out as one, calling to the
Dark Savior, demanding it to rise and bring redemption to the Chosen
Ones, the Pokemon.
In the middle of the cryptic circle, a
mist was forming, a darkness in the mist, a shape in the darkness, a
threat in the shape. He was here! He had come! He would be the Herald
of the Great Cleansing, the Redeemer of Sin and the Vengeful hand of
Retribution.
Mewtwo had come.
