Legend says that gods and people once lived together on worlds across the universe. Although it could not be said that these worlds were harmonious, it was peaceful enough. However, one day, a group of anarchist gods sacrificed themselves to cause a massive catastrophe. The catastrophe wreaked havoc across the universe, wiping out countless worlds and irreversibly damaging others. What was left was merely a ruin inhabited by the surviving gods. As the innocent gods looked around at the devastation surrounding them, they could only wish there was some way to bring everything and everyone back. Regrettably, there was nothing they could do...or was there?
In the next few years, the gods began gathering at the megaplanet at the center of the universe and formed a ritual circle. Upon activation, the world around them became suffused with a blinding light. This blinding light soon engulfed the surrounding planets. One of the gods stepped forward. "I give my life for this universe," they said. Another one stepped forward. "I give my life for this universe," they said. "I give my life for this universe." "I give my life for this universe." As all the gods proclaimed the same, one last god remained.
They sighed. "I am thankful to you all. I wish that this could have gone another way." They grasped for more words, but there was nothing left to be said. With a final, somber step, they said, "I give my life for this universe." As the ritual activated, the gods all slowly dissolved into tiny motes of light. Soon, the planet they were on followed, then the surrounding planets, then the stars, the galaxies, everything that once was a part of this vibrant universe. Even the very fabric of space and time began to crumble. All that remained was a shining cluster of light particles that slowly coalesced into the shape of an egg. With the vestiges of their consciousnesses fading away, the gods whispered one last word: "Arceus"
It is unknown how long the egg stayed there. Perhaps it was one day, perhaps countless millennia. Nobody knows. One day, the egg suddenly cracked. Out came Arceus, who created Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina. With the temporal powers of Dialga, the universe was reverted to the time of its creation. There, Arceus found a old man, meditating with his eyes closed. As Arceus moved closer, the old man's eyes snapped open, and with a wave of his hand, Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina disappeared.
"You do not belong here," the old man remarked. "You are an unnatural creation. A product of the sacrifice of gods.”
You do not know my origins. Arceus replied. You have no right to determine whether I belong.
“I know what you are. I am the creator of the universe, after all. I have contemplated and seen the future. You were created by desperation. Neither human nor god. I tell you once again: you do not belong.”
What do you think I am?
"You are a hollow thing born from a pocket of ruined space; a monster formed from the efforts of dying gods."
If I am a monster born of the pockets, then so be it. But this "pocket monster" will forge a universe far kinder than yours. But you say you have seen the future? Then why didn’t you foresee the catastrophe?
“I did.”
And you did not do something to stop it?
“Why should I? If a world was lost to that, then it deserved to be destroyed.”
A cruel god is no god at all.
“It always has been and always will be survival of the fittest. Of course, you have never had to survive anything, so you could not possibly understand. Ah, whatever, I do not need to explain myself to you. I will simply kill you. Do try to at least put up a fight.”
The old man moved in to attack Arceus. Although Arceus tried to fight back, the old man predicted all of Arceus’s movements, dodging everything and returning with blows of his own.
The old man soon fell into a rhythm, effortlessly toying with Arceus. However, just as he thought he had Arceus defeated, Arceus suddenly accelerated, catching the old man off guard and landing its first blow. Although the old man was not significantly injured, he stumbled back in surprise.
“But how? Nothing can fool my future sight!”
Arceus continued attacking the old man. Despite his resistance, Arceus always seemed to be two steps ahead with its extreme speed. Soon, the old man was on his last legs, and it seemed that one more attack from Arceus would end him.
“Wait!” he croaked. “I tied the life of this universe to me. If you kill me, the whole universe will never have existed, and you will disappear too.”
After some consideration, Arceus made its judgment. It created a moon and suppressive chains, trapping the defeated old man on the moon. Then, Arceus rewrote the laws of reality over the ashes of the old man's creation, bringing back Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina; creating more gods like Groudon, Kyogre, Bidoof, and Rayquaza; and creating the whole universe and the world within that eventually became the world that Pokemon and humans coexist on today.
For the longest time, the story about the old man who created the universe was unknown on the Pokemon world, and Arceus became known as the official creator. However, one day, the first crack in the chains appeared. In the brief moment of lifted suppression, the old man, even in his weakened state, was able to send out millions of cursed objects before Arceus reimprisoned him. These objects looked just like Moon Stones, but had a sinister effect. When a Clefairy touched the stone, expecting the gentle radiance of evolution, the Cursed Stone violently inverted the process, dissolving the Clefairy into iron dust and trapping its soul inside.
Deep within his lunar cell, the Old Man felt the first spark of soul-iron ignite in the cosmos. Closing his eyes, he offered up his arms, the very arms that had once sculpted the whole universe, severing them in a ritual of divine authority. The sacrifice established an absolute gravitational pull around the moon. Across millions of light-years, every speck of soul-infused iron dust began to answer the call, drifting inward like moths drawn to a flame. Arceus soon found that with the old man's divine infusion, the iron dust was unable to be destroyed. Thus, it could only watch in silent dread as a cold, dark ring of iron slowly compressed around the old man's cell.
Over the next few centuries, the ring began to consolidate into a moon-like shape. Then, giant shapes, seemingly carved deep into the moon's surface, began forming. Fearful of some kind of ritual occurring with the inscriptions, Arceus started visiting the site on a nearly daily basis. Yet, as centuries passed with Arceus standing watch over the silent iron mass, expecting the old man to have a final attempt at breaking out from within his lunar cell, nothing seemed to happen. But even with all of its power, Arceus had miscalculated. The old man had never intended to escape his prison. All he wanted was to bring Arceus down with him.
One day, the inscriptions carved across the planet’s surface began glowing sinisterly, separating from the main body of the moon. The iron that had been imbued with primordial authority from the old man's sacrifice began to form large, interlocking chains. When the final inscription flared with a sickly, pale light, the chains immediately burst into movement. Yet, the chains did not rush to claim Arceus. Instead, their first victim was the old man himself. As Arceus watched the chains surge towards the old man, it grew confused. Rather than breaking his bindings, the chains acted as siphons, violently draining the last of the old man's energies. But as the old man's remaining being was stripped away, Arceus finally realized what was happening. The old man's existence was being devoured and permanently absorbed by the iron moon to serve as its central, divine power source. In his final moments, the old man began to monologue.
"You left me here to rot. Falsely claimed ownership over the universe I created. Had you been a true child of the cosmos I created, your usurpation could've been forgivable. But you are an artificial creation, born of the efforts of the original citizens. Alas, I know I am outmatched. Thus, I have constructed the ultimate prison. For my second and final creation, I present: Lusifernal."
Now supercharged by the absorbed soul of the universe's original creator and stabilized by the souls of millions of Pokemon, Lusifernal reached complete, terrifying sentience. Arceus attempted to tear open a rift to escape, but Lusifernal’s giant steel chains detached from its surface, reaching through space-time itself and latching directly onto Arceus.
As the cold, soul-bound iron dragged Arceus toward the abyssal core, it realized that fully escaping was impossible. In the final split-second before Lusifernal's metallic shell snapped shut forever, Arceus made a desperate choice. Gathering the last unsuppressed embers of its light, Arceus violently severed its own transcendent consciousness. It shattered its spirit into countless minute splinters, casting them out through the closing seams of space-time.
Bound at the planet’s core, Arceus found its absolute authority no longer operational. The suffering of millions of innocent Pokemon souls created a corruptive spiritual matrix which, alongside the old man’s imbued divinity, restricted Arceus's powers. The supreme deity was no longer a creator; it was a captive inside a monument built from the grief and spite of a forgotten cosmos.
Of course, no Pokemon or human alive today is able to confirm the true story of Arceus's imprisonment. After all, avatars of Arceus have been seen roaming the world, so it would seem as if Arceus is free. Perhaps this whole story is just a lie. But if you truly believe, there might just be an iron moon floating at the edge of reality: Lusifernal, the Moon Prison Pokemon.
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