Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20170702013557/@comment-26120744-20170702033457

The defeated god glared at Zoroark with rage.

''You think to spare me? As if you could ever kill me! Only Arceus can strike me down! And he slumbers, as the prophecy foresaid. But am I there? Am I to be the heir to his throne, as the prophecy foretold would happen if he ever fell asleep!''

Giratina rises crookedly and roared. ''NO! I am imprisoned in this empty, lifeless world, to toy with as I please, a god of a empty shell of a universe! My Father knew he would one day slumber for aeons, and I was destined to replace him as he slept, but did he let fate take it's course!? No. Instead I am banished, and now instead of ruler, I shall be destroyer! By my hand, Terrain and his pathetic species will burn! Only those who bow before me shall survive! I WILL FORGE A NEW WORLD ATOP THE BLOOD AND BONES OF ALL THAT MY WEAKLING FATHER LOVES!''

Giratina realized how much he had revealed to the phantom (the Zoroark was obviously not real, having summoned other hallucinations) and slumped back to the ground.

Leave me.... it growled in rage and misery. ''LEAVE ME! PATHETIC CREATURE!''