Five hours later...
Cyrus laughed, having lost the trainers in a thundercloud an hour ago. He was still giddy about it. "Heh. That should take care of them for awhile. Now I can concentrate on finding the goddess. And once I have caught her..." he murmured, fingering the repaired Red Chain, which glimmered in the light of the setting sun, "...I will have both her and Sinferno under my command. The world will soon be perfect. My dream will soon see the light of day..."
His Honchkrow was growing tired, so he called it back and swapped it with the newest member of his team, Gliscor. He was unflinching even as he fell through the sky at high speeds while grabbing the scorpion Pokemon's Pokeball and letting out the large, beastly creature of the night.
~~~~~
Giratina was flying low, close to the ocean. It did not want to deal with the god again for awhile after being fried like it was. "Damned humans... Don't they realize what will happen if they capture the six gods!?" the demonic entity growled, "don't they realize the chaos that they will unleash, the death and destruction that will reign!? Can't they see that what they are doing will doom the planet!?"
~~~~~
Professor Oak and Professor Rowan were hunched over piles and piles of papers and books, researching the inscriptions on the 16 stone plates.
"GAH! None of this makes sense!" Oak angrily shouted into the humid, hot air of the room. "Who are these titans!? They can't be Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina! It just doesn't make sense!"
"Calm down, Oak," Rowan coolly replied as he flipped a page lazily. "Don't forget, we may be missing information..."
"Such as?"
"Such as the inscriptions on the 17th and 18th plates."
"What do you mean? The normal type doesn't have a plate, and there IS no 18th type!"
"Then how do explain Curse's typing?"
Oak stared at Rowan, dumbfounded. "So, what you are saying is that the secrets behind the legendaries and Pokemon evolution... Are locked away with these hidden plates?"
"Exactly"
~~~~~
Eric growled, angry. "Gah! Jgrn jtra Cyrus, tnaj prati ition gaten!" he snarled loudly in an unknown dialect. But, despite the fact that he was using a lost language, everybody was able to tell that he was cursing. Sinferno grinned.
"Ah, glad to see you found a use for the language I have been teaching you, Eric," the god teased. "'Beat down Cyrus, the forbidden, gluttonous disease'. Very colourful language. And bonus points for using proper grammar as well," the god slyly mocked, chuckling at his trainer's rage. "Elainajli, ation wrn. Love, not hate."
"Shut up Sinferno. You know you want to kill him just as much as I do!"
"Yes, but I know to save my energy for killing instead of wasting it all on cursing."
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Gather, six gods, to open the gate,
To summon what you sealed away.
A deity of power, of might, of soul,
A creature of reality, whose truth is untold.
Bring this being into the realm of mortals,
And chaos will unfold, dimensions will crumble.
Creatures of old, and creatures as of yet unborn,
Will wither away, as to this deity, you will bow.
A creature read this inscription and cackled gleefully. "I may be disabled here, unable to roam in my home, but if I bide my time and wait, then I may be able to piggy back on their Cryna...
"Of course, if their minion, Giratina, tries anything, then I may just get there sooner..."
The swirling abyss absorbed the cyan light being cast by the eyes of the tortured souls, damned to an eternity with the dark being