((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...