Cult of Giratina

***An ancient evil Lurks underneath the earth. A Plan Thousands and Thousands of years in the making. A deep-seated resentment against the gods that had once given the universe life.***

*Within the spiraling tunnels and endless caves below lie Undercities that span kilometers across, connected to each other like a web of heretical evil. Those who choose the life of a Cultist to the dark god must give their life to Giratina, The distortion god as well as any other deity who serves under the veiled one. Not even the strongest and pure of heart can resist the powers and the beckoning of the Cult,  Seduced to the calls and the promises of Power and glory. Gifted with unusual and strange auras, Pokemon cultists acquire a new typing to their species, Distortion Type. Ones that have such typing wield abilities and powers that almost seem eldritch, Lovecraftian even.*

*Outliving humanities reign,  the Pokemon of this cult are vicious and ruthless in service to the dark one. In hopes of him turning into a deity far greater than any other phony god beneath him. One that could shape the universe into whatever he chooses and desires, creating a perfect vision of the universe unlike the other imperfect gods who dare to try and stop him. Ascend beyond Godhood would be the path the distortion god would follow. He had already banished the Primevals to only exist in spirit after tricking them. The Great Plan is in its final stages. Thousands of years have come to this…*

*They Wage an invisible war that is unlike any other before them. Not for any false promise of power or glory by a god who cares little for them, but the achievement of bringing the plan of Giratina one step closer to completion. Acolytes and Sorcerers summon the souls of harvested humans from the distortion world and bring them to the mortal realm. With the Bitterness and Hate festering within the distortion realm, these souls manifest into unholy abominations for the Cultists to use in their battles. And while they summon these beasts, Cultists using weapons imbued with dark powers charge wildly toward their enemies.  Now that the Crusaders of the Arkesan empire step foot in their territory, the great plan would now be achieved soon.  It is now time to strike the last bastion of light in the realm and let the Universe be consumed by the unending hunger of the distortion god. The hordes of fanatical cultists shouting a phrase that would embody the Cult. A phrase that should strike fear even into the most devoted Arceus Chaplain out there. **Praise be the God of Distortion***

## **Introduction**

The Cult of Giratina, (Or simply the Cults) is a faction within the Old world that worships the Primeval God of Distortion Giratina. The Cult has existed for well over thousands of years, outliving humanity and becoming something more than just a religion. Created by Giratina himself, the cults sole purpose is to pave the way for the distortion god to become the one true god of the universe, reshaping it as they please.

Before the Age of Extinction the Cult grew in secret, formed by benevolent apostles that had heard the call of the god. Both humans and Pokemon could chose to worship Giratina, and not arceus.

## **The Cult during Age of the Empire**

*“There is no other threat as potent and as dangerous as the Dark Lord’s Cult. They have existed before and after humanity reigned and will continue to exist long after. To be a member of such evil is to make peace with Giratina and to let him change you under his image. Their numbers are without end and their fanatic will to serve is unending. Massive cities beneath the ground pave way for the cult to worship the dark one further. Traveling through Slipgates to attack with fury and hate. pure malice and anger toward Arceus and the Gods channeled to bring in the long lost monsters of the distortion world, Both Human and the Alien. May Arceus give us strength, to fight a menace that knows nothing other than to spread their essence of evil across the old world, and may we pray that they won't destroy us. By Fire and Flame, May their Sin of Existence be purged forever…  ” - Chaplain Halvoy, Crew 118 ‘Ghost of Odin’ of the XI legion.*