Author's Note:I do not own the lyrics used or the characters, just the idea. The song Belongs to Heather Dale and the characters to SquareEnix. Rated T just to be safe for violence in future chapters. Oh, and this isn't going to be another full-length story like the others I have going. It will only be three parts long. I only did this because the idea was nagging at me and I figured if I got it out of the way I could focus on my other stuff.

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The room is dark, dusty but somehow made sterile by the eerie and lifeless blue glow. This light, the color of the sea and sky, never ceases its shining over the dying planet; this she has come to learn through her time here. Something, the whisper of death and danger perhaps, drew her here weeks ago. Since then she has traveled this dry shell of a world many times over, but always she is drawn back to this place. This room, a place of blasphemy and mimicry of life, calls to her. No, it is not the room that beckons to her like one of the summoners of Madain Sari, but one of those puppets floating in its cage.

No one sees her as she gazes at the little creature growing in the glass, water filled chamber. Not even the abomination that rules over this kingdom of corpses and zombies is able to see her ethereal form as he croons over his latest creation. It is precious to the gray haired immortal, this child that calls to her. A dark intent lies behind the little marionette's creation and she is determined to find it. So, she follows this King of Nothingness and leaves the growing child to its slumbering.

It does not take long for her to find the reasoning behind the child's creation, or the plan the abomination of a man has planned for her beloved Gaia. This planet, Terra as he calls it, requires the life of her world to survive. This man, Garland as the puppets with tales call him, plans to destroy her home for the continuation of his own. The thought enrages her and she thinks to strike out at the old, frail looking creature who plots the demise of her planet. But frail his is not, this she already knows. His death will not come at her hand, but she can have a role to play in his parting.

Garland is powerful and commands a ship she senses can destroy even the greatest Eidolons of Gaia. The red, hot and screaming power from within the ship makes her cower and run for the safety of the sterile room that houses that haunting child. The child that Garland intends to use as a means to a terrible end. The child she could so easily turn to her own means.

The room is empty for once, night having fallen and all the puppets having wandered off to mimic sleep. The child floats before her it its tube, unremarkable and indiscernible from the others save the power flowing from it and the presence of a strong soul. This one has a will, a mind unlike its peers.

Lifting her blue, icy hand to the glass Shiva allowes her power to flow into the blue water. The Eidolon watching with wrapped curiosity as her energy infectes the malleable flesh of the Genome child. Its short hair grows to shoulder length, changing from the color of the warm sun to cold snow. Its skin taking on a paleness of the dead and the coldness as well. The glass tank freezes around the water and shatteres, spilling the small babe onto the stone floor.

The child cries out, seeking to tell to world of its life. His eyes firmly shut, arms reaching to the sky in search of comfort and contact. Shiva circles the child once, admiring the creation and humming a comforting tune before picking the child up and cradling him in her arms. When the humming does not seem to help any, she smiles and begins to sing a haunting song. Her voice immediately calms the child and soon he is quite, looking up at her as a son to his mother.

"Hush child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep.

Child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep."

Shiva's song soon quells the babe and he begins drifting to sleep, but still she continues. Her bare feet padding softly across the stone floor as she paces with the child and sings her lullaby.

"Guileless son,I'll shape your beliefAnd you'll always know that your father's a thiefAnd you won't understand the cause of your griefBut you'll always follow the voices beneath"

Footsteps sounded from above, halting the Eidolon's song. She glances towards the steps, her blue hair swaying in its ponytail as she returnes her gaze to the child in her arms. Quickly, she places him back amongst the shards of glass and makes herself invisible to the eyes of the immortal king and his puppets.

Garland examines the child a moment, wondering at the changes made to his creation. Arrogantly, he shoves them to the side and raised the child off the ground. He dose not bother to be gentle, for a mere pawn requires no such concern, but smile at the babe he does.

"Kuja."

The name rolls off Garland's tongue like ice, sounding like the shattered glass the boy had been lying in moments before. It fits perfectly, and Shiva approves of the name given to this Angel of Death. All the while she circles the king and his creation, humming her tune to the child. When Garland takes his leave of the room, creation in hand, Shiva followes.

Kuja's cold blue eyes gaze over his father's shoulder at the Eidolon woman, a small tug of a smile pulling at his childish lips. Shiva smiles back at the little puppet and chantes a simple word over and over again, making the child smile even wider.

"Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Loyalty , loyalty, loyalty only to me…"

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