((Gawdly))
Mewtwo
had come.
The supplicants surrounded him, chanting his name
while they knelt in the blood of their sacrifice. The towering
cat-like figure stood above them, gazing down at their bowed heads.
They circled him, forty robed believers, all children. The number was
right, and the circle was complete. Mewtwo fed.
The screams
ripped through the deserted factory, with no one to hear them. Less
than sixty seconds had elapsed, and the feeding was complete: the
forty had been slaughtered before they had time to realize that their
own God was killing them. Mewtwo ate the hearts as if they were
peanuts, 3-4 at a time. He grew even larger, the fresh hearts of the
children providing him with eldritch energies and mystical might.
He
needed more meat. He needed to grow.
((Coreworlds))
The Core Mewtwo and Mew took notice of an evil Mewtwo, who murders his worshippers via their powers. The two awoke, and teleported away to seek allies...
