The Meeting

The black swirling depths of the Pantheon Realm formed around a singular stone platform surrounded by a sea of nothing. It was as if this was the place were light died, and where darkness overcame. The platform was formed as a smooth stone, bearing no jagged marks nor corners. A skipping stone, meant to be tossed across still lakes—which ripples were meant to be watched as they took shape. A leg materialised out of the void, dust forming the shape of a man as he stepped along the platform. Darkness radiated off of him like a stench, smelling of death itself as the hands of the man reached down to collect the dust which was blown away from the stone. His black eyes analysed the grain, before he threw it in the wind.

Suddenly an image of the world formed from the nothing, as the man's shape fell apart again into a trillion pieces. Slowly he whispered, "Show me an image of me."

The picture contorted, until it formed shapes of a few different beings. The black depths of the Pantheon Realm froze, before a hand materialised and pressed against the pictures of different people. A hand formed a finger, which poked out and touched two still frames of two different beings. The lips of the Observer moved again, "Alas, bring them unto me. Form their shapes, and have them walk among me. I am curious, as to what they are. And what, they can do."

The picture faded, and again was left a world of darkness, and a single smooth stone floating along an endless sea.

Michael took a long, deep drag from the cigarette that hung loosely from his mouth, holding in the smoke for what seemed ages before exhaling. The small stick hung from his lips, slowly burning into nothingness with a blue flame eating away at it's paper skin. It was a filthy habit, one he had picked up during his recent break up with his fiance, and one he needed to drop now that she was back, but damn if he didn't love it.

Removing the cigarette from his mouth, and flicking the hanging ash into a empty can next to him, he took a look around his apartment. It was his day off, a very rare thing for him, and he had absolutely nothing to do. His fiance was off doing god knows what with her duties as aegis and all of his friends were heroes in one regard or another. Probably busy saving a kitten from a tree or some shit. With a sigh, he moved to the bathroom, scratching at his bare chest as he did so.

Taking a step onto the cold, hardwood floor, he paused, his eyes narrowing. Something seemed.. off. Different. As he thought on that, the portal opened beneath him, sending him falling, falling, falling, before crashing onto the smooth stone surface, the sound of metal clinking behind him as his pheonix blade fell after him.

A groan was the only noise he let out, as he laid there for a moment.

"Well well... I see you have both accepted my invintation to join me." A voice rang through the vast void, coming from all directions at once. There was no discernible origin for the voice to the two who stood on the smooth stone that precariously balanced across a black ocean.

Suddenly, dust started to scatter around the scene as it pulled tightly together in a dark amalgamation. The dark powder soon seemed to solidify as it coloured, painting the thing shaped like a man with pale white skin and black hair and eyes. His clothes that formed with him—his entire being—radiated with a dark vapour.

"Though I was expecting you would be able to catch yourself." The man said, turning directly to Entei. He stepped along the void, where the other two swore he would have fallen through.