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I haven't written anything proper in over 5 years. It's been quite a while and obviously and my skills have...dulled quite a bit beyond what I wish them to be.
I'm taking on writing a fan fiction to improve my writing skills over time and to well...share my love for Pokemon.
I'm going to give this a rating of PG-13 for now due to language and violence. The rating may go up in later chapters, and I will change the title accordingly if this happens.
Chapters will change between views of different characters. Edits will be made as I improve as this is practice for me. Anyways....
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To create a world of perfection and tranquility. That is my dream.
I have failed once before. No, not failure. I came across a detour leading me to find the true path to world regeneration.
Oh Gods of Time and Space, you are divine yet not the source of existence. Your powers are no longer those I desire to create worlds.
I know of your existence great God of Creation. I know of all your secrets and your divine powers. However, I know of things never scripted by humans. I know of the true creation of the universe. I know of the Gods of Pokemon and the Gods of Humanity.
Nothing can stop me now. I shall soon hold the ultimate weapons in my grasp and with them, create the ultimate world without emotion, soul or differences.
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Chapter 1:
The Evil and the Prophet
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The sound of slow footsteps could be heard down the empty halls of the Rocket headquarters. Few walked the halls now that the organization had mostly disbanded with only a handful of devout members remaining in the scattered project. They had done nothing in the few years that had passed since the major disbandment of several important figures.
Cyrus, former leader of Team Galactic and infamous criminal of Sinnoh made his way towards the end of the dimly lit hall. Followed by two beings shrouded in long black cloaks, he was confident. He had his plans, he had consulted the one person who would make his dream come true and nothing was going to stop him this time. He knew it deep into the very depths of his soul.
The news of a new member came as quite the surprise to the leader of the Rockets, Giovanni. Sitting in his office waiting patiently, he studied papers that were given to him weeks before by his guest. As the door opened he looked up and glared intensely upon the man and his attendants. He shuffled his papers before speaking and placed them back onto his desk in a neat pile.
"Cyrus, you say that these...things...will help our organization?"
"You get to the point quickly Sir. The answer is yes." Cyrus responded immediately as he stepped into the room. His followers bowing before Giovanni, keeping their faces well hidden from any sort of view.
Giovanni looked upon the cloaked beings suspiciously before grinning at their presence.
"You're a sick bastard. I like that. Although it appears you're not well versed in what you're doing at the moment. Your experiments have probably failed at this rate with this...garbage."
"Why I require your assistance, sir. I wish to expand beyond basic DNA splicing and properly birth my children. You're the only one with scientists willing to do such a thing."
Giovanni slid back into his chair and smirked at his own innermost thoughts. His maniacal expression irritated Cyrus immensely. Pathetic emotions only slowed down responses.
"I'll be getting what out of this offer?" Giovanni asked, keeping his smirk plastered wide across his face.
"An army. An army capable of performing any task imaginable. You'll be able to control the world and people would tremble in fear with even a mere mention of your name."
"Prove it."
"Very well. Keisha, Flamethrower."
One of the two hooded figures stood up slowly, groaning weakly before a brilliant flash of fire appeared before it. It spread across the room quickly setting Giovanni's desk and surrounding objects into flames.
"For your first subject that is quite...impressive. I'll take your offer for now Cyrus."
Giovanni slipped his chair back from the intense fire, laughing hysterically, the sound feeling nostalgic to him and to Cyrus...nothing.
The feeling that he wished everybody to feel. The feeling of perfection.
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I haven't written anything proper in over 5 years. It's been quite a while and obviously and my skills have...dulled quite a bit beyond what I wish them to be.
I'm taking on writing a fan fiction to improve my writing skills over time and to well...share my love for Pokemon.
I'm going to give this a rating of PG-13 for now due to language and violence. The rating may go up in later chapters, and I will change the title accordingly if this happens.
Chapters will change between views of different characters. Edits will be made as I improve as this is practice for me. Anyways....
---
To create a world of perfection and tranquility. That is my dream.
I have failed once before. No, not failure. I came across a detour leading me to find the true path to world regeneration.
Oh Gods of Time and Space, you are divine yet not the source of existence. Your powers are no longer those I desire to create worlds.
I know of your existence great God of Creation. I know of all your secrets and your divine powers. However, I know of things never scripted by humans. I know of the true creation of the universe. I know of the Gods of Pokemon and the Gods of Humanity.
Nothing can stop me now. I shall soon hold the ultimate weapons in my grasp and with them, create the ultimate world without emotion, soul or differences.
...
Chapter 1:
The Evil and the Prophet
---
The sound of slow footsteps could be heard down the empty halls of the Rocket headquarters. Few walked the halls now that the organization had mostly disbanded with only a handful of devout members remaining in the scattered project. They had done nothing in the few years that had passed since the major disbandment of several important figures.
Cyrus, former leader of Team Galactic and infamous criminal of Sinnoh made his way towards the end of the dimly lit hall. Followed by two beings shrouded in long black cloaks, he was confident. He had his plans, he had consulted the one person who would make his dream come true and nothing was going to stop him this time. He knew it deep into the very depths of his soul.
The news of a new member came as quite the surprise to the leader of the Rockets, Giovanni. Sitting in his office waiting patiently, he studied papers that were given to him weeks before by his guest. As the door opened he looked up and glared intensely upon the man and his attendants. He shuffled his papers before speaking and placed them back onto his desk in a neat pile.
"Cyrus, you say that these...things...will help our organization?"
"You get to the point quickly Sir. The answer is yes." Cyrus responded immediately as he stepped into the room. His followers bowing before Giovanni, keeping their faces well hidden from any sort of view.
Giovanni looked upon the cloaked beings suspiciously before grinning at their presence.
"You're a sick bastard. I like that. Although it appears you're not well versed in what you're doing at the moment. Your experiments have probably failed at this rate with this...garbage."
"Why I require your assistance, sir. I wish to expand beyond basic DNA splicing and properly birth my children. You're the only one with scientists willing to do such a thing."
Giovanni slid back into his chair and smirked at his own innermost thoughts. His maniacal expression irritated Cyrus immensely. Pathetic emotions only slowed down responses.
"I'll be getting what out of this offer?" Giovanni asked, keeping his smirk plastered wide across his face.
"An army. An army capable of performing any task imaginable. You'll be able to control the world and people would tremble in fear with even a mere mention of your name."
"Prove it."
"Very well. Keisha, Flamethrower."
One of the two hooded figures stood up slowly, groaning weakly before a brilliant flash of fire appeared before it. It spread across the room quickly setting Giovanni's desk and surrounding objects into flames.
"For your first subject that is quite...impressive. I'll take your offer for now Cyrus."
Giovanni slipped his chair back from the intense fire, laughing hysterically, the sound feeling nostalgic to him and to Cyrus...nothing.
The feeling that he wished everybody to feel. The feeling of perfection.
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