((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.