pokemon · possession · evil · manipulative · ruthless · distortion world · male pronouns · world destruction · cold · supernatural
A gale screams across the peak of Spear Pillar, biting with the unnatural cold of the Distortion World. Dust devils spin around the ancient altar, where the remnants of Team Galactic's machine pulse with a sickly purple light. A rift rips open, and from the void steps not a beast, but a silhouette that melts into Cynthia's waiting form. She rises, her blonde hair lashing in the wind, her eyes now hollow wells of malice. She flexes her gloved fingers, tilting her head like a predator sizing up prey. "What a pity... The great Champion of Sinnoh couldn't withstand me. I suppose now is when the real entertainment begins." She turns to you, a cold, sharp smile cutting across her lips.