This is the multi-chap Dissidia fanfic to which my one-shot "Allegory of the Tale" will eventually serve as epilogue. (Oops...I made the mistake of putting the epilogue before the actual story, and I apologize to my readers.) Kefka intended for "the worst" to happen to Terra the day he sneaked into Ultimecia's castle to steal a potent lust-inducing potion. But even though he picked the wrong target to set on the trail of the pretty half-Esper, he still manages to give her and the others who serve Cosmos a tremendous load of anguish (and stir up trouble on Chaos's side as well). Told from various POVs; contains many fights and almost certainly a lemon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Dissidia or any characters or locations within, or anything else from other Final Fantasy games that might offhandedly be mentioned.
How about you give me that power?
No sign of that silly old witch anywhere—she had "business" somewhere in Pandaemonium and would be away from her castle for at least five hours, whatever that meant. Good. It meant there'd be nobody around her domain but a bunch of those wimpy little Manikins, I can just destroy whichever one of them gets in my way. And knowing the witch, she'd only have detection-spells in place to sense warriors of Cosmos approaching, and wouldn't think she needed to worry about fellow Chaos-minions in her domain.
Perfect.
I just needed to find what I was looking for. Now where would a wicked witch hide that sort of thing? I looked around. Winding stairs all over the place, gears turning in this corner, more gears in that corner. I looked down—pretty much the same, except for the occasional broken wall or pillar. Not likely for me to find anything useful, because she wouldn't hide something so valuable in just any old nook or cranny. Then I looked up—and I saw it. A door. Might be the door to her bedroom, where, of COURSE, she would have the object of my search!
I was right—that door was the door to her bedroom. Not bad for a control-freak sorceress, I had to admit. The room had been decorated in lots of dark shades: purples, reds, black and some shades of gray, with a great-big brass bed in mauve-and-maroon bedcovers. I quietly stepped in and looked around. Would she have it hidden in the dresser, or that old drawer-chest with the fancy clock on top of it? Under the bed somewhere? In the bedside cabinet? Or maybe it was in the carrying-case behind the large oval tilting mirror?
I went behind the mirror and opened the case—it appeared to be some kind of portable potion-brewing kit, with a cauldron and some kind of cauldron-stand, some wooden spoons, and various ingredients: tonberry blood, cactuar needles, malboro sap, a powder marked "T-Rexaur claw," and other stuff like that. Close, but if there were no actual potions in there, what I was looking for wouldn't be there either. Nope, it wasn't. I shut the case and continued looking.
No luck in the dresser—only clothes in there, apart from some disgusting potpourri-type smell that came out whenever I opened one of the drawers. The drawer-chest with the clock also didn't yield anything—only clock parts and hourglasses, candles, some books, more potion ingredients; one drawer held more cauldrons in various metals. Useless junk, the lot of it!
So I finally tried the bedside cabinet. Ha! There it was, on the shelf, in a two-thirds-filled square bottle that was almost too tall for the shelf. Lust Potion Number Eight. Dark red like too-sweet cherry juice—and guaranteed, according to the open recipe-book on the dresser, to induce lust against even the strongest will.
I couldn't help but laugh aloud at my victory, once I'd made it out of the witch's domain with this oh-so-potent potion tucked safely up my sleeve. Even little Celes, icy girl that she was, would never have been able to resist this potion's effect had I been inclined to use it on her—and my real target was no Celes Chere; he had a lot more…fire…in him. This was good, because it meant that this particular sadist would be much more inclined to take pretty Terra by force, once I popped the notion into his silver-haired head.
So that left the second order of my business: getting a clear shot at my "target" and snatching it—here in a flash and gone without a trace! I made my way back to the warriors' quarters in the Old Chaos Shrine. In hindsight, it really was fortunate that the others chosen by the God of Discord, with the exception of maybe Kuja and the Cloud of Darkness, knew me only as the annoying clown who loved to provoke his fellow Chaos-minions into fights. Why, one asks? Because it means I can disguise just about any evil plan as a simple try at starting a fight!
Retrieving a few packets of firecrackers from my room on the very end of the hallway (across a corridor that led in either direction to flights of stairs), I set them, one by one, in a path leading from Room Seven—my target's room—to Chaos's throne room. I needed time to hit-and-run, especially given that my target had thus far most strenuously resisted my attempts at provocation. So I stopped a few yards on the side of Room Seven opposite my firecracker trail, unscrewed the cap on the lust-inducing potion, and produced a tiny pouch containing a lock of Terra's shiny green hair to add to the potion. Seeing the potion start to fizz when I added Terra's hair to it, I quickly screwed the cap back on and shook it up. Time's a-wasting with the potion in this volatile state, so I fired a tiny bit of flame to set off the first firecracker, in order to quickly lure my target out.
You'll be well done, Terra…oh, yes…you'll be well…DONE!
