smash_logs | Reset Everything to Zero--the Red Chain plot part two!

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Reset Everything to Zero--the Red Chain plot part two!

Who: Cyrus, Arceus, and whoever else wants to be involved
What: Cyrus's attempts to become a god, take 2.5. A followup to the previous thread, seperated for easier reference on Pix's suggestion.
Where: Dorms and outside
When: November 12th, early morning
Warnings: ~~Dickitude of divine proportions~~ Potentially the end of the world as you know it

The Red Chain burned in his hands, though there was no heat, no fire. Such irrationalities would be a thing of the forgotten past, Cyrus knew as he raised his hands to release the chain, to pull Arceus, the Original One, into its snare.

All things would end. All things would begin.

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The chain slid from Cyrus's hands, the energy from its proximity to the Original One keeping it aloft. It snaked through the air, rising and twirling in the dull light of the dark dormitory.

Already, Cyrus could feel the power that had escaped him before. The power of the gods.

He would be a deity. He knew it for certain.

If it was a battle Arceus wanted, it was a battle he would give. The fate of all creation was at stake. If he failed, it would damn all things to endless strife, to a chaotic, uncontrolled undoing. He had to control it! Failure was simply not an option.

"Foolish being...you have brought this on yourself," he told it as he reached for Crobat's pokéball. He didn't have to win the pokémon battle, but he had to prolong it long enough to begin the Red Chain procedure over.

Hopefully Confusion would distract Arceus long enough for him to grab the artifact again.

Others had come, hatred and disbelief on their faces.

Others who would never understand what he worked for. Others who could never comprehend the importance of salvation.

Others who had no place in the new, perfect world.

Cyrus glared at them, at those whose emotions overrode their logic, whose pathetic hearts had cost them their very existences.

He would get rid of any obstacles.

((any Other Fight threads go here!))

It was over. The Red Chain was gone, destroyed like its predecessor.

"This...is not the end..." Cyrus murmured, swaying in the faint breeze and staring out at the world beyond the yard. "I built two, I will build three. However many are necessary! I will devote my life to--"

His hands were shaking.

He was shaking.

He was falling.

He was on his knees.

He was defeated.

"...has it all been for nothing...?" he whispered to no one, not even himself.

It was all an illusion. The world rejected salvation and had damned itself.

"No, it can't be!" He rose suddenly, pushing the limits of a human body at its speed. "I refuse to be defeated! This is not the end. I will return to the beginning and do so for all..."

Fists clenched. Sharp eyes narrowed. "...none of you. None of you will be permitted to see that perfect new creation. You have sullied this world with your violence and ignorance... So I ask you..."

It was the same thing he had asked before. The same words spoken to that trainer what seemed like an eternity ago. "...what is truly the ultimate to you? What do you consider perfection...?"

He could ask no more, his thoughts racing too quickly to manage it.

Giratina appeared before Cyrus, at first a shapeless body of shadows, before red, narrowed eyes took form, and he was soon towering over Cyrus, his void-like wings opening up to cast a large shadow on Cyrus.

He had seen what Cyrus had done to the Distortion World, and now he was beginning to experience what Cyrus had done to Earth, and everyone involved. He had tried to control the gods, something that one should never do. To control anyone against their will, not just the gods, was an unthinkable thing to do. This was only one of the few forbidden things that Cyrus had dared to do that day.

In Giratina's mind, this was not something that could go unpunished. Of course, death was not great enough compared to what Cyrus had done. Although, to be trapped forever in the Distortion World, a world devoid of any other life. The same punishment which had been brought upon Giratina himself by Arceus.

If Cyrus wanted a world which had not been ruined by the touch of humans, he would certainly enjoy his prison.

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Step five--Suffering

Step six--Strife

Step seven--Emotion

Step eight--Illusion

Step nine--Destruction