Appealing to a Demented Savior
Standing at the center of this mountaintop, I can feel his monstrous presence...
Claws piercing through into the mortal plane, tearing the shadows to shreds.
From a tear into a gaping hole reveals an unhallowed place- remnants of a broken world...
Its pull unbreakable, begins bringing the ruins down upon itself, myself included.
Pillars made ages ago break like moist clay constructs, the walls sink down into sandy rubble.
A crimson redness deep and menacing explodes into the chamber-a world turned red.
My final view of the sky- night has overtaken the land, the stars a sad excuse for a farewell.
The amber chains lying shattered upon the ground with mighty dragons raging in battle above,
all my immaculate planning has been simply blown away, similar to a mighty tower toppled by the earth
I'm swallowed into my demise, plummeting through spiraling miasmas of ether golden and bronze.
The fall ends as soon as it started- my feet touch down onto a forbidden ground.
Swiftly, a bullet of pure hatred, crashing into my heart and filling my chest...
I force my head up despite the pain, coming face-to-face with the armored demon- the banished lord.
Lines of scarlet and golden blood boiling beneath his ghastly skin,
Thick darting tendrils coalescing out of dark matter, a bronze spearhead on each one.
He observes me with a disdainful curiosity as if I'm specimen foreign to his twisted domain.
Standing with quivering courage to face this devilish intelligence I ask for a name.
The response electrifies my soul, paralyzing me to the spot- his heart-stopping words:
"You ask of my name... but you know full well what it is, young one.
My name lies beyond your mind's reach, buried beneath like a ruined relic.
You speak it in your dreams, you hear it whispered in your ears during daybreak."
"I've been to your bedside countless times, watching from behind the walls,
waiting... for the call to reach your soul, the beacon to your eventual end.
You are very much ready, Cyrus, for your chance to gain my precious aid."
"The language of desperation is etched upon your eyes, those tears welling up is testament to my words.
If I am caught, my power can bring fruition to your ridiculously fragile plans.
Through me, you will master the powers higher than the physical world."
"However, fail to catch me... and your end, waiting the sidelines, will pounce on its prey: you!
It has been waiting, barely holding itself back, your questionable deeds sweetening your taste for its mouth.
Nothing will stop it from taking you down, not even this world with all its power."
My name... is Giratina, the decrepit god, a blemish on Earth's luscious body,
the ruler of all unknown matters, realities, and dimensions... your savior, and your downfall."
