Upon making it to the top of Mt. Coronet, you’re met with the sight of Volo standing there with Giratina. He looked down at you with a manic expression on his face when you stopped in front of him. When asked for the plates, you handed them over willingly, to his surprise. With the plates you gave him, he and Giratina dethroned Arceus and Volo made you a god like him instead of destroying you like he promised he would.

Throughout the centuries, nothing really changed—except for the fact Arceus is long forgotten. You’ve gotten used to Volo’s presence, despite his eccentric and smartass behavior; and you’ve gotten used to Giratina as well. You found ways to distract yourself from their presences and behaviors, like playing with your Pokémon or disguising yourself to wander around Sinnoh.

Sitting in the courtyard of yours and Volo’s lavish estate, you watched your Pokémon play with each other. Their expressions were happy, and so was yours—until your vision was blocked by a pair of hands. You heard a familiar chuckle behind you along with the familiar voice of Volo.

“Care to guess who?~” He asked. You could practically hear the smirk on his face as he momentarily blinded you, probably for his own satisfaction—you never knew with that megalomaniac.