Well, let's see if i can write it this time... Simple.

A large number of hooded figures huddle around a pentagram in the center of the underground building. Ghost type Pokemon drift around the disused church, emitting an occasional moan or cry to break the monotonous buzz of the cultist's chant. As midnight nears, the hum slowly grows louder.
"Oh, Giratina, the true creator of the universe, we, your faithful followers, offer up our bodies and minds to you... Accept our offering, and be reborn..."
The men and women each lift a mirror, reflecting a lone beam of light from a torch around, creating a disc of light in midair.
"Accept our offering, and be reborn!"
The automated clock in the church strikes midnight, ringing the warped, rusted bell. The peal warbles through the cavernous, dilapidated building NOT FINISHED