The right thing, By God

[yosef1]

You know, I find it almost funny how I seem to be jumping from one random fandom to another random fandom like this. What can you do, right? That's what creativity is all about.

I got this idea because of a geeky song, more specifically a rap song, made in my country that's really good and is about Arceus. So I thought, "Why not? I don't see much specifically focused on Pokémon, so I might as well give it a try."

But know a few things.

First, this story won't deviate from the canon, just write more about it.

Second, the canon is entirely from the anime, because I've never played any Pokémon games (a big fan, right?). So don't expect any references to the games.

And third, for those who read my stories and follow me, know that I'll do the other stories, I promise. But once I start that list for The Loud House, I won't stop, so I'm putting out new ideas before I'm free from it for a while.

Now, enjoy reading.

A great silence.

A great darkness.

An empty existence that resembled a dark screen, but so dark that there was no way to perceive distance, depth, or height.

There was literally nothing that could even exist to compare it to.

Everything remained like that, on a black screen...

Then a small circular distortion appeared.

This distortion caused the darkness to move, much like a puddle of water when a drop falls on it.

Then this distorted darkness transformed into a distortion made of waves, each a different shade of gray.

Soon after, it turned into vibrant shades of blue, and then the circular wave in the center glowed yellow and expanded, causing the distortion to grow greatly in size.

As soon as it reached its maximum size, a bright light erupted from it, along with several whips of light that resembled a sequence of multicolored piano keys.

Then, a yellow glow erupted from it, piercing through it.

A white horse with a gold ring around its waist galloped through the portal.

Once it was fully out, the portal shrank in a sort of reverse process, the whips of light cutting off and disappearing as it closed.

The white horse turned its head in various directions as its body emanated a yellow light from its silhouette.

It then stared straight ahead for a long time.

The sound of its existence was the only thing with it.

It sighed in disappointment, the sound of its voice seeming to reverberate in your brains.

"There's nothing here either..."

It lowered its head and looked at its toeless hooves.

It listened to the sound of its light. Then it pulled one of its legs inward, its light making a sound like a wind chime.

"That's strange."

It slowly raised its head and looked ahead again.

It watched its light reach just a little further from its silhouette.

There was nothing in the way.

"Why?..."

It is the only point of light here.

There is nothing else anywhere; he's been to all of them to be sure. In truth, there are no places, not a single place, just something as a whole, no matter where he goes.

There are no barriers or obstacles to hold him back, no sources of energy or matter...

There are not even fundamental laws or logic.

It's all empty.

He lowered his head and looked down. At his paws.

Still, he feels...

He feels something...

A weight on his body, a force wanting to pull him down, the warmth of his own light...

He feels something…

He raised his head again.

Then he looked straight ahead, aiming in some direction.

He felt the need to aim...

He felt the energy gathering...

A yellowish-white ball with orange flames moving and swirling around its circumference appeared in front of his face.

He noticed the yellow light on his face, the heat coming from this sphere...

The fireball grew to the size of his face and exploded into a chaotic yellowish-white tornado with strong yellow rings and orange outer rings.

He felt the force pushing against his body as he threw it...

He stopped the flamethrower, the lack of momentum causing the tornado to disintegrate.

When only colored embers remained, his body made a roaring sound like a current of energy.

The embers were outlined in yellow on their surfaces, seeming to freeze in time.

He needs to make things move...

The embers began to move in the opposite direction, toward him, coalescing into a fireball and reaching high speed.

When it got very close to him, the yellow parts of its body—the tips of its paws and head, chest, and golden wheel—changed to a slightly reddish orange. As her sclera and cheeks turned yellow.

The fireball disappeared when it was right in front of him, as if it had been teleported.

And he can make things disappear by changing color…

But only if it's a specific color...

For the right color…

The parts of him that had changed color returned to their original color as he closed his eyes.

He feels all of this...

Energy, need, reaction...

And only in him...

All of this, all of these things, come from him.

He is subject to demands, norms. Only him and nothing else.

Gravity, distance, cause and effect, right and wrong...

Since before he hatched from that egg.

When his egg didn't simply appear out of nowhere.

He needed to want, he needed to think about how he wanted, and he needed to do it.

Everything he added too much or too little, or even if he added anything, would make him incapable of thinking, incapable of distorting space, etc.

He and everything that originates from him has always been subject to this.

To rules, to parameters...

To logic...

And this made him exist, while everything else is just something.

Maybe this means he is the right way.

That he is the perfect model.

He opened his eyes.

If he can create himself with everything he is, then he can create other things just like it.

He turned his head in different directions.

Then he can create anything, because everything will be perfect.

I think he's done being alone.

He curled up on his stomach, and his light began to shine to the point of blinding.

Soon, a huge area was being covered with this light.

If he can create, there's no reason to be alone.

And he doesn't need to worry…

If he, who is the perfect example, is the one creating it, then it will certainly be equally perfect.

##

Well... that wasn't quite what he expected.

He decided to begin transforming this existence into something more complete.

So, he expanded into infinity what composes it and gives it consistency.

Matter.

It proved to be the perfect initial component for creation.

It spread over unimaginable distances, but it didn't slow down.

It took a little longer than it should have for him to realize he'd thrown it out there and left it to its own devices.

And that wouldn't let it become anything more than a material unit.

So, he expanded into something else...

Logic.

He expanded into the force that makes it stop when it's not moving forward.

This made matter slow down and even create different rhythms, creating cosmic currents.

This opened his eyes a bit.

He needs to give everything to be everything.

Then soon after, he expanded into other laws and behaviors of its composition that he sensed existed.

Perhaps he gave them names.

The first would be inertia...or friction, they're good names.

Now he expanded something that made the matter begin to focus, creating junctions and even seeming to merge.

This something is the same force that makes him feel his own weight.

This force he will call gravity.

And then came another after another, and together they gave their names.

Gold.

Energy.

Density.

Right and wrong.

Right and left.

Mass.

Beautiful and ugly.

Soon, all that empty, quiet existence became something truly existent, with things and rules.

And soon, these things began to become more complex as well.

What had previously been mere clumps of matter became celestial bodies immensely larger than him, even the smallest ones.

And extremely diverse; some rained down shiny rocks, others were immense and made of hot gas.

And there was even a kind of colored dust that painted the background while being sprinkled with celestial bodies that appeared as bright points.

It was beautiful.

It was perfect.

But still...

It didn't seem perfect like him.

All these things became something concrete, but nothing so far has come close to being like him.

Why?

If he's perfect, then shouldn't everything he creates be perfect?

Oh, wait...

He didn't actually create these things.

He simply extended what already existed outward, so they followed their own path. He and these things simply have the same rules and origin. Yes, that's the problem.

He needs to actively participate in the process.

So he did.

Now he's here, looking at these creations.

And they are... peculiar.

One of them has a white bipedal body with legs and arms, a long neck and tail, wings with static, joined segments, purple painted lines across the body, and circular shoulders with a salmon-colored spherical jewel. In addition to sharp points on the body and a mouth.

The other one stood on all fours and had two small horns sticking up like him, but its paws had toes made of metal plates, just like his second pair. Its head was long and cone-shaped. It had dark blue skin with blue lines running down its body, a wing-like shape at the beginning of its tail, and a dark blue diamond on its chest. It also had sharp plates on its body and a mouth.

And the last one didn't have a mouth, but instead of sharp plates, it had copper armor covering its head, giving it horns, and a neck with claws. From this armor on its neck protruded three pairs of long, black limbs with sharp red tips. It also had a long, limbless gray body with black and red stripes and spikes on its sides.

Oh, and they're all bigger than him.

He stared almost upward as Giratina spun and tried to move properly, Palkia threw calm karate chops, and Dialga shifted its paws as if searching for a place to stand.

He let out a telepathic sigh.

Why is this happening?

The first time it probably didn't work because of a creation problem.

It should just be a creation problem.

So why now, when he created something in his own image and will, didn't it work?

He looked at Dialga, who was still trying to get some purchase on his paws.

Why are they different? Why are they always different, even this time?

He looked at Giratina, who was also trying to learn how to move.

How much effort does he have to put in for this to work? Why does he have to put in so much effort for this to work?!

Why can't they just be perfect?!

...

But...

He participated fully in their creation this time.

If they're still not perfect, then does that mean... he's not perfect?

And that everything he's done before has ended up the same way because of that?

Are his parameters wrong because he based them

on himself, who isn't perfect?

So he's always done it wrong?

...

So he's always been wrong?

No, it doesn't make sense.

If everything he is—his existence, his ideas, his composition—were wrong, then how would he be here?

If that were wrong, then he wouldn't even exist.

He is perfect. So maybe they're perfect too? Maybe they're not wrong, but he's just looking at it the wrong way?

He stared at the three of them for a while.

Dialga began to calm down with the lack of support, Palkia struck faster and faster, and Giratina swam upward with agility.

He gave a telepathically satisfied sigh.

Yes, they're perfect. Absolutely.

He raised his head and looked at Giratina.

Giratina swam upward until she noticed his gaze and stared back.

He stared into Giratina's eyes, red like his own, but a duller, almost lifeless red.

Maybe they're just incomplete.

He stared at Giratina's blank expression.

He lowered his head and looked at the others.

Palkia and Dialga also have the same blank expression as Giratina.

Maybe he still made them with things missing.

What if, instead of giving them what's missing, he created someone who was that aspect.

A symbol, an incarnation of that aspect.

What if there were more than one?...

...

What if he gave them that role as well? Give them value and purpose?

Very well.

He feels a flow, a current that carries things and makes them change.

He will call it time. And Dialga will be its master.

A place, a thing here that lies so many others here over there.

A... space. Palkia will be responsible.

And this matter he scattered throughout infinity? It seems capable of creation, so perhaps there is a controlling force of destruction. Perhaps... anti-matter.

Giratina will be its guardian.

Now, what aspects need guardians?

Palkia made the salmon-colored jewel on one shoulder glow pink.

They look innocent...perhaps knowledge.

He looked at his shoulder and then at his hand. He moved it calmly, noticing a pink light coming out like a cut and disappearing.

They also seem very quiet and empty; they also need emotion.

Then he pulled his arm close to his neck and made a splitting blow.

This sent a large pink gash flying toward the horse.

When it was very close, the cut hit a transparent spherical shield, causing ripples where it touched before disappearing.

...

And also some sense of what to do and what not to do, willpower.

##

Things took an interesting turn.

After he gave Palkia a purpose, Dialga and Giratina, along with other things, shaped reality.

Palkia created space, which encompasses separate dimensions, the fabric of space-time, and so on.

Dialga shaped the flow of time, a constant and unchanging passage that defines the rhythm of everything.

And Giratina took care of all the distortions and instabilities in his dimension, which Palkia created specifically for this.

But there was one thing that caught his attention.

He was floating in the air of a solid celestial body, high above the ground.

And that was life.

The ground he was perched on was green with grass and trees.

After everything settled down, other forms of existence emerged.

Conscious existences.

They were smaller, weaker, and lived shorter lives, but they created their own way of existing.

Before they died, they left a new creation.

And this created increasingly varied forms of life.

Even some creatures responsible for aspects emerged, without his involvement.

Even though it's not what he initially wanted, he hasn't seen any problems with all of this so far.

But sometimes he likes to come and see how things are.

And this planet, even compared to other dimensions, has the largest amount of sentient life.

Maybe that's why he likes it so much.

Maybe even because this world has a strangely peculiar species…

Even though things were taking a different turn than he expected, he didn't—

He looked down when a rustling sound came from the trees.

"Hmm?"

From the rustling, a Pachirisu jumped from one tree to another, disappearing into the foliage. And in a great hurry.

Then he turned his head toward another rustling sound.

An Aipom jumped from one tree to another and disappeared, also in a hurry.

Soon, more and more rustling sounds appeared, and many Pokémon were jumping through the trees.

There were Ambipoms, Glameows, Tangrowths, and Croagunks.

Then he noticed Pokémon appearing behind him.

He looked back and saw many flying Pokémon passing by in the sky.

There were Staravias, Mothims, Drifloons, and Honchkrows.

Everyone who passed by him was startled and dodged.

All of them in a great hurry. He looked into the distance, in the direction they were coming from.

Suddenly, a gigantic explosion caused a roar, followed by a cloud of gray smoke.

Immediately, a strong pinkish vibration coursed through his physical body and reverberated for a moment.

As soon as it ended, he stood still and quiet for a moment.

Then his red eye glowed a brilliant red.

"WHO DARES-?!"

He galloped toward the massive smoke at high speed, all the Pokémon quickly moving out of his way.

The camera shifted to the other side of the smoke.

He emerged past her, dragging a bit behind him, but quickly released him.

He stopped galloping and looked for the source.

Then he spotted him and froze. His red pupils darkened.

"What?—"

Giratina, now possessing a draconic body with three pairs of armored legs and toes, two wings with three red spines on each, and a mouth, fired several Aura Spheres in all directions.

The ground around him was cratered and half-scorched in places.

These bastards... they're so idiotic.

He's responsible for regulating matter and the balance of things, no doubt.

But these bastards just... abuse it!

He should just deal with the natural instabilities that arise. A consequence of existence.

But then they get in there and have no problem altering logic, time, and even meaning.

He hates it!

When the Sky Knight cleans, where do they think the mess goes?! The world doesn't need so much cleaning!

So they start overdoing it with their powers, transporting people to another place in time, altering the system of luck and misfortune, and even making excessive and exaggerated wishes!

All of this messes up the world! And him too!

He's tired of cleaning up his own mess!

They will use their abilities wisely from now on! Especially their strength!

He quickly charged an Aura Sphere and fired it, followed by another after another in various directions.

One of them reached him, but his body changed, his yellow parts turning porcelain blue and his eyes turning blue.

The Aura Sphere disappeared before his eyes, and he returned to normal.

Why...why is he doing this?

He wasn't supposed to do this. He's breaking his purpose.

He can understand that they're not the same.

But this?...it doesn't make sense. He shouldn't destroy, he should organize.

Why are you causing so much trouble?

You're perfect.

...

No.

His eyes grew brighter again.

If he's not acting right, then he's not perfect.

Then he needs justice.

Giratina was charging another Aura Sphere, but then a purple barrier passed through him, pushing him back and dissolving his Aura Sphere.

He looked back to where she came from as she fell apart.

Giratina spotted him and opened its mouth, letting out a soft noise.

It quickly charged at Giratina, activating its shield and pressing part of its body to the ground.

The shield reverberated where Giratina touched it as it struggled to break free.

Its belt began to glow gold.

Giratina struggled even more.

A golden sphere appeared above its head and gathered particles, resembling a comet.

Giratina then used Shadow Force, turning into a transparent black shadow, releasing itself and flying upward.

As soon as it broke free, it returned to normal.

But it shot toward him before it could react.

The attack landed on its chest like a firework, and when it hit, it blew it away.

Several red comets shot out in all directions from the explosion.

Giratina flew away, flapping its wings to slow itself down, but to no avail. As he passed over a large lake, everything went into slow motion.

Suddenly, a colorful portal with streaks of light emanating from it appeared above him.

From the portal, he appeared, also in slow motion.

A whirlwind of air swirled around his body and into his head.

"You are banished..." he said sternly.

Then a purple typhoon of air shot toward him, striking his chest and pushing him downward.

As soon as he touched the water, it immediately transformed into a transparent portal that flowed inward.

He stepped through the portal and arrived in the Reverse World, his body glowing and molding itself to its original form.

Once fully transformed, his elongated anatomy propelled him out of the typhoon's path and spun on its axis until he was flung away.

On the other side, he halted the attack, and the Reverse World portal closed immediately afterward.

His eyes returned to pure red.

He gave a telepathic sigh.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

They weren't supposed to make mistakes.

They were perfect.

And Giratina, the one most like him, was responsible.

So was he really wrong?

Aren't they perfect?

Does that mean he's not perfect either?

But he seems so right? How can he not be perfect when he's so right?

He turned when he heard a loud "STAARRRRRR."

At the edge of the lake, in one of the trees, a Staraptor landed on a branch, and two Starlys landed next to it.

The Staraptor looked around several times, then nodded to the two Starlys.

The two immediately snuggled into each other, exhausted from their earlier run.

The Staraptor lifted a wing and wrapped it around them like a blanket.

It stared at them.

But then how could an imperfect being have created something so perfect?

He is perfect.

But maybe he was wrong.

Maybe being perfect doesn't guarantee he'll create only perfect things, even against his will.

...

But maybe everything that comes from something perfect doesn't need to be perfect, but rather have the potential to be perfect.

Yeah, maybe that's it.

Maybe this doesn't need to be a punishment for Giratina, but rather a lesson.

But Giratina didn't seem like he'd do it alone.

He looked around.

Maybe he needs to stay here more often just to be sure.

Just to be sure.

##

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He is covered in blue lightning from all directions, from several Pokémon.

He cowers and contorts rigidly due to his lack of resistance to the Electric type.

He stiffly lifts his head as he contorts.

He looks straight at Damos.

"WHY?!"

Damos continues to stare at him without showing any reaction or expression.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!"

A bridge descended toward Damos, and he walked across it.

He continued to contort.

Why is this happening?!

You saved me, now you torture me and break our agreement. Just for what?

Damos stopped in the middle of the bridge and stretched out his arm as a signal.

The lightning stopped.

Then the ceiling above them collapsed.

A large iron candlestick fell and hit him, shattering almost completely on impact.

He screamed in pain as he was struck, shortly afterward being hit by several large rocks falling on him.

No! It should be the other way around! You should just become perfect, not regress!

Why do you keep making mistakes for futile reasons?!

The rain of rocks stopped; now his entire physical body was buried, only the soft tip of his head was visible.

But soon, he easily pulled his body out from under the rocks.

He looked at the Jewel of Life, his red eyes glowing.

If he can get it, he can—

Then Damos gave the command again.

The shower of blue lightning struck him again,

making him scream and writhe in pain.

Why do they miss so much?!

First it was Giratina, now this!

Why do they keep betraying my trust?!

Soon, more rocks began to fall from the ceiling, hitting him and burying him.

Even after he was completely covered, the blue lightning continued for a while longer.

But due to the Electric-type's weakness, the lightning stopped because of the rocks.

Everything went quiet.

Then the rocks flew in all directions, destroying everything they hit.

A cloud of dust covered the place where the rocks had been.

From the cloud, he rose and created a small comet above his head that gathered particles.

WHY DO YOU REFUSE TO BE SO PERFECT?!

He fired.

The comet rose only slightly above him before exploding into several red fireworks that destroyed everything around it.

The impact weakened the rocks everywhere, causing it to crumble.

This caused the floor of Damos to fall away, taking him with it.

He fell to the ground, exhausted.

Then he raised his head and fired a blast of flame at the ceiling.

If they're going to deny him, then he'll deny them too!

This caused the entire structure to crumble even further.

But it also opened a decently large hole.

He tried to get up, but his body trembled with the effort.

Then his silhouette turned yellow and he levitated in the air.

He flew toward the hole as everything continued to crumble, quickly passing through it and out.

He continued flying to a decent height, and then a colorful portal with streaks of light appeared.

He stepped through it.

On the other side, he was now at the center of a whirlwind of light missiles circling around him.

The portal behind him closed, letting the streaks of light fade.

The yellow color in his silhouette faded, and he stood frozen in place.

Then he cringed.

Damn them.

Despite everything he'd done.

All the time he'd spent in that world to ensure they had the chance to improve.

They waste it.

They don't change, they don't improve.

They only make more and more mistakes.

Even when they do good deeds, they destroy all their merit.

And now they've even turned against their creator!

No.

Enough.

He's forgiven too much.

He accepts this.

There are imperfect things that will never be perfect.

No matter how perfect he is.

He can't change that.

He can no longer deny it.

There are errors in creation.

Human beings are errors.

And he failed to believe in his progress.

But he won't fail again.

Not next time.

##

Giratina charged at him, the red spines on one of its wings turning bright red.

Giratina struck, but he easily dodged it.

Why are these humans so defensive?

He looked away and saw Dialga fire a Roar of Time, a sky-purple beam, at him.

His lower body turned bright pink while his yellow body turned pale pink.

The blast disappeared in front of him, and when it ended, he returned to normal.

Giratina then appeared as a dark, transparent shadow above him, becoming tangible before striking him.

The yellow parts of his body turned salmon-pink, and a transparent pink barrier appeared in front of him.

Then it vanished, and three large towers of light came from the ground, passing through him without a hitch and striking Girantina, as well as Palkia and Dialga with the other two.

The three fell through the air, destroying the ground where they hit.

He looked down at the weakened creation trio on the ground as their colors returned to normal.

Do you want to be mistakes too? Turn against your creator?!

He is perfect.

So if you are mistakes, then destroying you is so easy for him.

He's tired of giving you the chance to improve and nothing happens.

A golden, comet-like sphere began gathering particles above his head.

So let him start over!

He wants nothing less than perfection!

Then the comet shot upward, even higher than all the others, and exploded in red fireworks across a gigantic area.

Enough being nice!

He's not going to—!

"ARCEEEEEEUSSS!"

What the—

Whose voice is that?

Why is it so familiar?

He looked down.

On the ground was a human, a boy, wearing colorful clothes and a cap with a Pikachu on his shoulder.

"Ash…"

Wait.

How did he…?

Suddenly, the fireworks slowed until they froze in midair.

Everything froze in time and faded in color.

Inside his mind, memories swirled.

Translucent memories of the past, when Damos betrayed him.

But in those memories, Damos wasn't betraying him...

He was helping him.

Not just him.

The boy was too.

And others along with him.

They returned the Life Gem to him.

And he recovered.

The boy introduced himself and introduced his Pikachu to him.

Ash.

This human...saved him.

He corrected a mistake.

They corrected a mistake.

But...humans are wrong. They're not perfect.

They made mistakes, bad mistakes...and they fixed them.

Being imperfect didn't exempt them from being able to improve. To fix them.

He thought those who made mistakes were just that: mistakes.

That there were irredeemable flaws that no amount of perfection could prevent.

...

Perhaps he'd been too hard and bitter with them.

The frozen fireworks began to disintegrate.

When they all disappeared, everything regained its color and time shifted.

The clouds in the sky began to dissolve, letting a strong sunlight reach everyone.

The light covered Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina, recovering them and quickly rising.

Above, he floated with his plates rotating around his body.

Little by little, the missing plates materialized until the collection was complete.

When completed, they returned to him, and his body was bathed in golden light.

*Later*

The sun was now almost setting, illuminating the region with a yellow and orange glow.

From the ruins, he galloped upward.

He arrived high above, soaring above the region and all its splendor.

Humans aren't perfect; they make mistakes.

Not every Pokémon, legendary or otherwise, is perfect.

None of them are exempt from making mistakes.

Not even Palkia, Dialga, or Giratina.

And that makes them incredible.

Their mistakes can be used to improve, to grow.

To evolve.

They become better each time, even if they never become perfect.

These mistakes and lessons learned are what make them so right.

Maybe being perfect isn't that important.

...

So he was wrong about them.

What else was he wrong about?

Maybe...

About himself? About being perfect?

From the beginning, he declared himself perfect and forced things into his image.

But if he was always perfect, how would he explain his exaggeration with humans? His harsh expectations?

A perfect being wouldn't make these mistakes.

Now that he looks at himself, he realizes how simple his body seems, how he can't evolve.

How actually being the first didn't make him the ideal, but a base, a prototype. Maybe he was always capable of making mistakes.

...

So if he can make mistakes...

Then can he also improve?

like them?

"Now I see..."

He galloped even higher.

"I've always been a part of this world."

As he climbed, a portal colored with streaks of light appeared before him.

So as a being capable of making mistakes, he will strive to improve.

And that's why he has a place to be.

##

Giratina was flying aimlessly through the reverse world.

He fired a transparent, echoing beam at a black sphere perched atop a mountain, causing it to disappear completely.

As soon as he finished, he heard a dimensional distortion sound and turned.

On the other side, he was standing near him, staring at him.

Giratina turned fully and stared back at him.

"Giratina..."

Giratina's eyes glowed slightly.

"I do not tolerate the kind of behavior you displayed in the past..."

He looked up at the ceiling of the reverse world.

"But those humans showed me that making mistakes and correcting them are an important part of improving."

He looked back at Giratina.

Giratina's eyes lost their shine.

"You made a mistake and never unduly broke my resolve to leave you here."

"You were taught a lesson and made good use of it. Therefore, I break my resolve."

"You are free...son."

Giratina didn't react.

He then turned and galloped away. Giratina watched him go.

Then he noticed a glow coming from above.

He saw a tiny sphere of golden light, slowly descending toward him.

When it touched him, his wings fluttered once as if he were flying.

That was...

Love.

He understands now.

This world doesn't need his will, his decision.

This world can make mistakes and fix itself.

Maybe he can just be a guide.

A mentor, for when they need it.

Yes, that's a good idea.

And he can be baptized by them.

What did they call him again?

Arceus.

You know, this was fun, except for the part about FINDING A SHITTY ANIME MOVE TO USE! But it was fun.

I discovered that I love writing character development that's practically a philosophical reflection. It's really cool.

And this story was also helpful in thinking of ways to fill in the gaps in Arceus's lore. Like Giratina's banishment and its hatred of humans.

And by the way, in case you can't recognize it, I listed each Pokémon's moves.

Arceus: Psychic Terrain, Psychic-type; Telekinesis, Psychic-type; Expanding Force, Psychic-type; Twister, Dragon-type; Blizzard, Ice-type; Flamethrower, Fire-type; Judgment, Normal-type. It also switched to Fire, Flying, Psychic, and Fairy-type.

Giratina: Will-O-Wisp, Fire-type; Shadow Force, Ghost-type; Aura Sphere, Fighting-type; Dragon Claw, Dragon-type. Palkia: Spacial Rend, Dragon-type.

Dialga: Roar of Time, Dragon-type.