Disclaimer: I don't own any Final Fantasy stuff, okay. Well, I own a copy
of most of the games, but the characters, trademarks, copyrights and stuff
ain't mine.
(Note: this has nothing to do with the System of a Down song. I just thought it was a fitting title for the one winged angel.)
When Angels Deserve to Die.
At what point does it become too late to turn back the clock? When do you reach the point of no return? If I could go back, would I have done things differently? I don't believe it matters anymore. I was mad. Insane. During my life, I ravaged the lands I was sworn to protect. I have slain those who should have been at my side. Had I not been stopped, I would have taken the very world with me to my oblivion.
I stand in the lifestream now, awaiting an end that will not come. My injuries are severe but there is a will in side me that will not let me die. The will to live is deeper than even the guilt in my black soul. Already my body fights to rejuvenate itself. Should it happen, it would only be a matter of time before my madness spreads again.
I pray to all the gods that forsake me for an ending. A most unlikely answer is sent to me. Somehow he is being pulled toward me. He should have been my brother; instead I battled him at every turn. I plagued his life and desecrated his very mind until he knew neither his purpose nor his identity. I slew his paramour and mocked him as she lay dying in his arms. I used him as my puppet. Now, I hope I can pull his strings one more time.
I see something in your eyes brother. Could it be pain? Anger? Closure? Understanding? I don't know anymore. My own eyes are too clouded with sin to see.
I glare at you and it's an illusion. Nothing more than baiting a trap for myself. You strike at me in anger and I defend. Not just yet. With every strike I deflect, I see your anger rising. I must raise you to your worst. You have too much heart to ever be a killer, such as I am. Our last battle is consuming the last of my energy.
I feel your blade sink deep into my tired flesh. I weep for myself knowing I'm the only one that ever will.
(Yeah, I know it was short but I had to get that idea out of my head and do something with it. Next story will be longer, I promise.)
(Note: this has nothing to do with the System of a Down song. I just thought it was a fitting title for the one winged angel.)
When Angels Deserve to Die.
At what point does it become too late to turn back the clock? When do you reach the point of no return? If I could go back, would I have done things differently? I don't believe it matters anymore. I was mad. Insane. During my life, I ravaged the lands I was sworn to protect. I have slain those who should have been at my side. Had I not been stopped, I would have taken the very world with me to my oblivion.
I stand in the lifestream now, awaiting an end that will not come. My injuries are severe but there is a will in side me that will not let me die. The will to live is deeper than even the guilt in my black soul. Already my body fights to rejuvenate itself. Should it happen, it would only be a matter of time before my madness spreads again.
I pray to all the gods that forsake me for an ending. A most unlikely answer is sent to me. Somehow he is being pulled toward me. He should have been my brother; instead I battled him at every turn. I plagued his life and desecrated his very mind until he knew neither his purpose nor his identity. I slew his paramour and mocked him as she lay dying in his arms. I used him as my puppet. Now, I hope I can pull his strings one more time.
I see something in your eyes brother. Could it be pain? Anger? Closure? Understanding? I don't know anymore. My own eyes are too clouded with sin to see.
I glare at you and it's an illusion. Nothing more than baiting a trap for myself. You strike at me in anger and I defend. Not just yet. With every strike I deflect, I see your anger rising. I must raise you to your worst. You have too much heart to ever be a killer, such as I am. Our last battle is consuming the last of my energy.
I feel your blade sink deep into my tired flesh. I weep for myself knowing I'm the only one that ever will.
(Yeah, I know it was short but I had to get that idea out of my head and do something with it. Next story will be longer, I promise.)