As always, Anthis had been praying to the Arceus statue outside of the Monastery near Hearthome's church. The statue was tall and magnificent, about 3 times Anthis's height anyways. Nearly before finishing up his morning prayers, a delicate yet deep voice was heard behind him.
"Do you always pray like this brother?" Asked Adison, as you've guessed, Anthis's older brother. "Yes of course. I've always found a way to fit it in my schedule. It's something I do before I go on about my day for good fortune." Adison slightly grimaced and sighed. "And those weird fortune tellers hanging around the back alleys don't work the same?" Anthis frowned and walked away from the statue and his brother, who simply watched him walk inside the building.
Adison and Anthis never really got along well, but they were never enemies either. They both look like their father with creamy blonde hair worn in a downwards ponytail (Anthis usually has it on the side on his shoulder while Adison wears it straight down) , and fair skin with a slim build, Adison being a bit taller due to being older, but just by a bit, as Adison was older by 2 years.
Braiding his hair in the bathroom, Adison was preparing for his next opera concert, while his younger brother was outside doing work for the head priest, Celestyne , specifically doing errands around the monastery such as delivering things.
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"Let us begin shall we?"
Adison's angelic voice rang out throughout the stage and into the crowed, who was completely silent. Even those outside stopped to listen and was completely entranced with their eyes widened. It's as if his voice had some sort of magic spell weaved into it, enthralling and paralyzing anyone who listened.
After his concert, he took a polite bow and smiled at the crowd, blowing a kiss before heading back stage, where Celestyne was waiting for him.
"Tch, I've nearly gotten half of the city as followers, it truly seems like no one can resist can it?" Adison couldn't help but let out a smile giggle.
"Yes Adison. Soon, we'll have all of sinnoh mindlessly listening to your voice... And my commands. Although..." She had leaned into his hear and whispered. "What about your brother?"
Adison let out a sigh and answered in the same hushed whisper. "Once he's older, I'll get him to join us I assure you. Honestly, how did such ramped beliefs start about Arceus anyways? Anyone can create, such as the Snorunts creating mountains of snow that reside in Snowpoint's gates. Any Pokémon can destroy, such as the thunderous earthquakes caused by the almighty Torterra. But to distort something entirely to create something new... To manipulate the matter of life itself...That's something only lord Giratina can do."
