FFVIII does not belong to me. This is purely fiction for your entertainment only.
My interpretation of this Striking Villain of Time. You may disagree...
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THE ULTIMATE
It is not unknown the fate of a Sorceress: once a Sorceress, forever a Sorceress until the day of the Embodiment, be it brought upon you by yourself or not. Every power shall seek its source, and once the Time comes, there is no escaping this. Bereft of her powers so she shall be, just as the water flows from a higher ground to a lower one, and the Space-Time Flux is continuous. No. That is indeed, not unknown.
Forever misunderstood, forever severed from the life of a regular woman, all Sorceresses are born fated to carry the heavy burdens of people's fantasies on their bare backs. Like the wooden crosses of their own crucifixion, until the day comes for them to be nailed upon that cursed wood. No. That is also not unknown.
Since Time immemorial, out of abject fear, humanity has rejected that which their feeble minds cannot grasp. Ideals have been forsaken out of pure fear; civilizations have perished out of pure fear. It is part of being a human being. It is part of their condition. Fear… And in Time, fear mutates into anger which, in turn, mutates into hatred. And with hatred, comes violence. Yes. This is also not unknown.
For every exquisite thing, individual, ideal or civilization in this world, there is an antithesis. The prey has its predator, the light has its shadow, and the people have their sorceresses. Monstrous existences; dreadful demons wearing human skin like clothing, the offspring of that same abject fear which caused the extinction of entire cultures, the ultimate fantasy…
A disease which spread shamefully across the minds of humans from a certain generation onwards. And through generations, the Sorceress has been cowardly hunted down like the beast she is but not by pitiful humans. No, not by people. By SeeDs. Yes. This is not unknown either.
What is unknown to me is everything else. When was the start of all this? When did the cogs of Fate begin their cruel work? Could a single individual be blamed for this? What was the name of the one person I was supposed to love? Was there ever such an individual?
Without a recollection of my past to share, there could have never been a future for me. And no matter how many bitter tears you shed for those troubles, Time waits for no one. The moment you realize it, you also realize it has long gone. And there is no way to cease the fleeting moment to be longed for.
This is known by all, be them Sorceresses or mankind.
But I deny this.
If all there is is here in one's hands, then so it shall be, forever. If the world is drowned in fantasies, then I shall become the Ultimate Fantasy. If the Embodiment is fated for all Sorceresses, then I shall be the last Sorceress, the one to remain for all to witness. I shall dance as the Witch that burns in the stake. If I am to be scorned, then so I shall be. I will gladly dress myself in the tainted red of carnage, as the monstrosity who devours all that is good for the great purpose of being.
If nothing is possessed by me, no past nor future, then I shall grasp it all, even Time itself, in-between my blood-stained hands. To condense and to bind all existence in the palm of my hand, then the fleeting moment shall be mine forever and ever to come. All shall live on in me, by me and to me, only for me, but not as the dreadful demon-woman, but as the Ultimate Fantasy; the Ultimate Existence; the Ultimate Utopia.
Ultimecia.
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Fin