READ THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE FIRST! VERY IMPORTANT!
Hey, ! This is one of my first MLP: FIM multichapter fics (A request from a very good friend) that has actually made it to my account without me deleting it in frustration (Writer's block. Always gets me in the end). I figured this had to be done. *Fanfare* I don't know if this is a first, but this better be. This is essentially the storyline of Deathnote, set in the MLP: FIM universe. For those who KNOW how Deathnote ends and don't want to read because you KNOW how it all ends, READ. I WILL have an alternate storyline that splits off somewhere, the early chapters will just be copied from the series, just with A LOT more pony. ENJOY! Oh, and Deathnote fans, before new chapters are up, leave your suggestions (and reviews) for which ponies should take the place of the characters you know and love, and what you liked about this fic. Thanks! AND NO FLAMES! PLEASE! I'M JUST A KID! I just moved to New Zealand from Singapore too…Friendless and girl-friendless (we broke up)…Life can be a bitch sometimes.
Main Characters Revealed SO Far:
Twilight Sparkle as…Light Yagami
Princess Celestia as…Ryuk
AND FOR A SNEAK PEEK…
Princess Luna as…a main character that will be shown at the Chapter 1 sneak peek at the end of the prologue.
Guest starring as Death Gods...Sephiroth and Genesis Rhapsodos (As Alicorns) From Final Fantasy VII
TWILESTIA!TWILUNA!TWILESTIA!TWILUNA!LUNESTIA!
My Little Deathnote: A Different Light
Prologue-Deathnote
This world is…rotten. Crime rates are at an all-time high. There's the weekly rape or murder victim, and the occasional mare running after some colt in a ski mask holding a purse. Funeral parlors are booked more often and more frequently than wedding halls or party function rooms. The Equestria Daily paper's wanted list is now filled to burst, and they had to expand it to another two pages. Little foals in the streets don't smile anymore, and their mothers and fathers lead them harshly by the hoof, tight-lipped and afraid, guns strapped to their saddlebags to use in self-defence.
This world is rotten.
"Twilight Sparkle!"
Twilight snapped out of her daze. The sun was setting, and Twilight estimated her teacher was calling her name for the third or fourth time, judging by the volume and exact tone of her voice.
"Yes, Miss Cherilee?"
Her teacher straightened her glasses, looking a bit ruffled by how calm her student was. Then again, Twilight was always calm.
"Please translate Paragraph 3 of the page we are currently on into Dragonese."
As expected, she gave an excellent translation, dictated in a clear and loud voice that showed no sign of self-doubt or restraint, of course with all syllables correctly pronounced, even with the tricky tongue-clicks and accents of the traditional Dragon language.
And then it happened.
It seemed to fall in slow motion, the black object, fluttering like some bizarre insect in the early evening breeze. Twilight watched it out of the corner of her eye, as it continued its descent, and she could swear she could hear, if humanly, or rather, ponily possible, the unidentified object hit the ground with a thud that shouldn't have been audible three stories up the school building. And yet, no-one seemed to notice.
"Class dismissed!"
The classroom broke out in a ruckus of cheering and swearing (from the colts who thought swearing was a valid sub-group of cheering), all of them too glad to leave their place of education. It wasn't that Twilight was a nerd, or that she loved school. It was the exact opposite, actually. Twilight was an ace student, topping her school and possibly the whole of Manehattan's high school population after moving there from Canterlot. She played sports actively, her skill at controlling and using her magic was impeccable for her tender age of seventeen. Many had asked her out and failed miserably. She wasn't stuck up-she just had strict ideals for her own life, and as a result, although a role model for mares across her cohort, and a dream girl for many stallions, she led a fairly antisocial lifestyle.
Why?
Because she thought the world was rotten.
Criminals ran rampant in Manehattan's greasy and rubbish-strewn streets, putting the ponyfolk in constant danger. The world wasn't a happy place anymore, even in the once pristine Canterlot, now held by a despot and corrupt President. The sins of humanity-wanton lust, boundless greed and an endless torrent of hate had already tainted the land and its inhabitants, and their insidious tendrils wrap around eyes and ears, and turn everypony blind and deaf to the cries of the innocent.
Twilight stepped out into the sun, which was now spreading its golden splendor across the sky, now milky pink with streaks of daffodil and honey, and the inevitable night with its cape of uncountable stars and innumerable galaxies awaiting its turn, now just a blotch of blue at the furthest edges of the horizon.
"Hey, Light! Wanna go to the arcade with us?"
Temporarily blinded by the Sun and irritable, she replied with a quick and curt "No, thanks," and headed off. But just as she clipped-clopped away, a nagging sensation at the back of her mind told her to turn around, and there she saw it, the object she had seen from the window. Now that it had piqued her interest, there was no turning back. It was rectangular when she caught sight of it outside the window, but it seemed too heavy.
A dead bird, perhaps?
Twilight felt her fur stand on end once she entered the shaded part of the school, whether it was because of the Sun warming her previously or whether it was the thick notebook that lay in front of her, the words "DEATH NOTE" written in spindly silver letters on its cover. Picking it up magically, she read the first page.
Death Note
How To Use It
This NOTE can only be used by an equine, and once this book has been touched by your magic or skin, it is now yours to keep,
Whoever's name is written in this NOTE shall die.
For a person whose name is written in this NOTE to die.
One must have the individual's face in mind when writing their name. This prevents individuals who share a name to be killed. Just a first name or one surname is needed to kill.
After writing a name, if the cause and time of death is not specified, the individual whose name is written in this NOTE will die in 40 seconds of a heart attack. If the time and cause of death are included, another 6 minutes and 40 seconds are granted to do so
Any piece of the NOTE can function as well as the whole.
Twilight tossed the book back onto the ground. This time, it sounded like just any ordinary book.
"Some ponies are just warped," She said, shaking her head and stalking off.
Sand blew across the arid wasteland that was Nothingness, despite there being no breeze to carry it. In a cave, two figures huddled around a skull, cracked open in the centre to form a bowl of sorts. An almost pure silver alicorn with a long, flowing mane and tail cursed when the dice they were playing with ended up showing two fours when magically thrown. He flapped his solitary black wing indignantly.
"Genesis, can we play another game? I tire of this."
His playing partner, a blazing red alicorn with auburn locks wearing a long leather coat to match his fur snorted and hit his friend over the head with his sole grey wing that protruded in a hole in his clothing, which was comparable in size.
"We're stuck here for eternity, Sephiroth. We might as well think of something."
Sephiroth straightened his mussed-up mane by tossing his head from left to right.
"I WHIP MY MANE BACK AND FORTH, I WHIP MY MANE BACK AND FORTH, I-"
"If you dare sing that terrible Earth song again I'll give the Nothingness the pleasure of having one less Death God, Crapsodos."
Genesis stuck his tongue out at Sephiroth, and made a rude gesture with his hoof. Craning his neck upwards, he stared at the lone figure sitting on a grey sandy knoll devoid of any plant life, her rainbow mane flowing through the air, impossibly.
"Celestia, you going to join us?"
The white alicorn mare stood up to her full, respectable height, about as tall as three times your average pony.
"You boys have fun. I'm bored, and I dropped my notebook into the mortal realm. The extra one."
Genesis raised an eyebrow.
"You managed to sneak another one past the Death King? Now that's something."
"Pfft," Celestia said, stretching her back out.
"He's not as smart as he thinks he is. Some omnipotent god he's supposed to be, can't even tell if I sort of stole an extra notebook. Oh, well, this could be interesting,"
Waving a hoof in goodbye, Celestia set off for the Portal.
Yes…yes…this could be very interesting.
SNEAK PEEK FOR CHAPTER 1 (Which will be 20% cooler and ten times longer)
Luna sat in front of her computer. Everything was ready. Brushing her long, lustrous but slightly unkempt mane away from her tired eyes, she put on the headset, and checked the voice filter to see if it was working.
Taking a bite out of the chocolate bar she was munching, she began the transmission, which would be broadcast through a laptop Blue was holding.
"Hello, international and Equestrian comrades. I am L."
Author's Notes: Yes…Luna would make a COMPLETELY ADORABLE L. Can't wait Oh, and more Sephiroth and Genesis backstory, like how they ended up there and how did them react to Celly. FORESHADOWING…
"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess."
-Loveless, Act One
Chapter 1-Kira
The railway bell sounded as the train sped past, sending up a fine cloud of dust into the air. Twilight Sparkle plodded across the tracks once the crossed striped safety gates had been raised. In her saddlebag, rested an all too familiar black notebook.
"What can I say? I guess I'm pretty warped too."
"Mom, I'm home!"
Twilight promptly undressed and made her way upstairs for a shower.
"Twilight, I think you're forgetting something, dear."
Twilight paused, her hoof in midair above a step. Her horn glowed iridescent pink, and a laminated piece of paper with the school seal found its way to her mother, where she gasped in mock, overexaggerated shock.
"Top of the level again, Light? Well done! Spike, come and see this. Twilight got her report back!"
The purple baby dragon didn't come out of his room, just yelled something muffled that went along the lines of "Good job" and "Nerd", and resumed murdering whatever he was eating.
"Oh, and Twilight?"
"Yes, Mother?"
Twilight found another piece of paper floating through the air, except towards her.
"I do hope that's a blank check."
Her mother laughed, a heartwarming and pleasant noise amid the mechanical whirring of the ceiling fan and the white noise from the television and Spike's room.
"It's a shopping list, dearest. Before we have your celebratory dinner, I need these extra ingredients from the convenience shop across the street to make something extra-special."
Shrugging, Twilight retraced her footsteps to the door and put her saddlebags back on, and headed out into the late evening, where the crescent moon basked in the darkening sky.
"I can sense it. My notebook is near."
Celestia wove in and out of the crowd, phasing through some ponies, even. Of course, being a Death God nopony could see or hear Celestia. Her violet eyes, deep, all-perceiving and hypnotizing, darted back and forth at an incredible pace, seeking out her target. The commuter-congested shopping street soon widened out into a sleepy suburban area where neat rows of two-storey houses with perfect lawns and lines and lines of identical yellow streetlamps lowing eerily in the semi-gloom of the new evening, complete with a medium-sized convenience store in the centre. One could call this a modern utopia.
But Celestia (And Twilight) knew better.
The god's vision stayed several tens of feet ahead of her phantom form, scouting for the user of the Deathnote. She saw, and heard everything. And then she zeroed in on a young teenage unicorn filly, with a purple coat and a neat navy mane, with two stripes of varying shades of pink streaked through it. She bore a cutie mark of a burst of magic. And the hate and disgust concealed in her level gaze was greatly evident, especially to a Death God's all-perceiving eyes.
"I've found you."
"Daisy juice…check, Apples…check, Apple-flavored con-Oh, very funny, Spike. Let me put those back…"
Twilight placed the obscene item back on the shelf with its kind, and made a mental note to attempt to vaporize her stepbrother later; she concentrated on keeping the pile of miscellaneous edibles floating in front of her.
"Hang on, I need to double-check that list…"
She opened up one of her saddlebag pockets magically, and the black notebook stared back at her innocently. The prospect of writing in the book was just so tempting…
"Hey there, wouldn't you like to have fun with us?"
"N…no! Get away!"
"Hmm?"
There seemed to be some sort of scuffle breaking out outside the shop. Twilight could hear the cries of the harassed girl as the two colts closed in, snickering menacingly. Twilight could just make out what they were saying through the thin glass pane. She set down her shopping, and concentrated on mentally unscrambling the sound of what was conspiring outside.
"Well, well, aren't you a feisty one! No one turns Steel Anchor and Bronze Shield down, so consider yourself lucky!" He bit on the terrified filly's ear, making the other colt giggle.
This naturally appalled Twilight, but she had to avoid a frontal confrontation, because even she couldn't best two fully grown earth ponies, colts, especially, with her magic. She'd probably get ripped to pieces. Fishing for her mobile phone, with a chilling realization she remembered it was in the breast pocket of her uniform, which she had taken off the moment she had stepped into her home, which felt like the worst possible place in the world to have her clothes that instant.
Running out of options, she stared at the floor, and her gaze met the book. A silent resonance resounded within Twilight's mind. It sounded crazy, no; like the epitome of insanity, but it had to work. It had to.
Picking up the book, she flipped to the third page, and floated in a pen from the cash register when the attendant wasn't looking. The page, although a bit rough around the edges and a bit yellow, looked and felt just like ordinary writing paper. Feeling slightly foolish in the back of her head, she wrote down two names. It hardly felt like a death sentence, but she was done in five seconds. The first quarter of the first line of the third page now read "Silver Anchor" and "Bronze Shield". Watching the clock, she held the book close to her as the first twenty seconds passed.
The filly was now being manhandled into a van, but she was putting up a good fight, kicking and screaming. No-one helped her, just pulled their scarves closer to themselves or did up their coats closer to their faces, and walked away from the crime with renewed vigor.
Thirty seconds. The filly was giving up, her efforts failing her. Twilight bit her lip till it bled, but she didn't feel anything.
Thirty eight…nine…forty.
Just as Twilight was about to pick up her grocery again, a miracle happened. The two colts suddenly stopped in their tracks. They heaved and coughed, and beat at their chests with their hooves till Twilight was certain that they had already broken a few ribs. And just like that, they dropped dead. The filly who was almost raped screamed and ran.
Twilight's lip felt oddly cold and numb, and she could feel the hot blood running down her chin. The pen fell with a clatter to the tiled flooring, as did the book. The numbness in her lip soon spread to the rest of her body, paralyzing her. An attendant came up with her with a wad of toilet paper, about to help her stem the flow of the coppery crimson liquid, till she saw the two dead bodies, with limbs splayed akimbo and mouths frothing outside the convenience store. Mirroring the shriek of the near-victim that Twilight had somehow saved, she sped off on her wings to call the police; Twilight neither saw nor heard this. One particular train of thought was circulating through her internal supercomputer, jamming out all other physical or mental influence.
"The book worked. This magic isn't real. There's only Unicorn Horn magic. That's the only magic that exists. Magic cannot be transferred to objects, not since that power was sealed during the Great Reckoning. That magic wasn't mine. The book cannot be real. But it worked. The book worked."
"Back so soon, Twilight? You've been a great help."
Twilight plopped the pile of assorted fruits and cartons on a stool next to the stairs.
"Um…yeah. Mum, I'm gonna go study now so don't disturb me. Send dinner up, its okay."
Mrs. Sparkle's eyes crinkled with amusement.
"Aren't you the hardworking one? Well, if there's anything you want, just ask. Oh, and there's some apples on your desk from Sweet Apple Acres, your favourite."
Twilight nodded unsteadily and headed off to her room.
The door lock clicked shut. Curtains were drawn, and Twilight turned her saddlebags upside down, making the book fall out. Opening it to a fresh page, Twilight reflected on what had happened. Surely the convenience store incident had been but a coincidence. A freak accident…that was what it was. But just to be sure…
Twilight switched her television on and swapped channels to the news. The newscasters were providing live coverage from the crime scene of a madpony holding some children hostage. The newscasters were anxious, and the crowd was screaming and yelling and trying to break the police barrier to get at their children. And all this time, a picture of the criminal and his name was broadcasted in the top-left hand corner of the television.
Bingo.
Twilight's pen hovered over the page, hesitating. Each drop of ink that would touch the yellowed paper was akin to tightening the noose in preparation for an individual's death sentence.
"Wait. If I actually succeed in killing him, will I be a murderer?"
She shook her head from side to side. Of course she had to do it.
Writing the pony's name in the book, she stared at the grey analog clock that lay on her desk.
Thirty nine…Forty.
Nothing happened.
"Well, I guess that was to be expected."
Twilight switched her lights off, getting ready for bed as the TV switched back to its normal news channel, having no further information about the crime. She was just about to reach for the remote when-
"This just in! There's been a development of the crime!"
The head of the police, a burly and steely-eyed green dragon, was just about to take the mike when the crowd's screaming reached a new high. Something had happened, and the camera jolted and blurred as the crew dashed towards the building entrance. The hostages had escaped.
"It looks like the police are now barging in to check, and-oh, my. The madpony is dead Quick! Get the came-"
"Dead?"
"The riot police have denied shooting the colt! Does this mean he committed suicide after being cornered?"
"According to the hostages' statements, he suddenly collapsed, clutching at his chest!"
"A heart attack?"
"A heart attack? No…this has got to be another coincidence."
"TWILIGHT!"
Twilight gasped and turned towards the door.
"It's your first day of summer cram school, sorry I forgot. I've packed a great dinner for you, so come on down, sweetheart!"
Twilight packed her saddlebags again, her mind clouded and unfocused, but stuffed the book inside on purpose this time.
"Deathnote…if this is the real deal…I'm gonna have to test it again. But on a criminal. If they're too infamous their deaths would be too large-scale to be publicly released at once…I need to see results NOW!"
"Hey, Lyra, lend me fifty bucks, will you?"
Lyra swatted her friend's hand away gently.
"Cinnamon, I'm part of the police force now. I can't lend you money to gamble."
Cinnamon whined, and quickly sat down in her seat as the teacher entered the poorly lit classroom.
"I could kill Cinnamon", Twilight thought. "She's a known illegal gambler and a drug addict, but she's never been caught. Besides, no one would ever notice if one of her kind were gone."
The teacher began talking, but Twilight was off in another world.
"No. I should avoid people I know. Then again, I shouldn't be too bothered."
"Jeez, after all that you wonder how many people the world would be better off without," Twilight muttered, walking home.
"But now I know for sure the book works."
Twilight had already filled in two whole pages.
Two.
Whole.
Pages.
In her neat and uniform hoofwriting, lay the names of tens upon tens of petty criminals and schoolyard bullies that Twilight had deemed unfit to live.
She gripped the book in the clutches of her magic, and her vision blurred and darted around the two pages that she had filled in with names.
"Heh…Heh…*cough* Hahahaha…HAHAHAHAHA!"
So many dreams. So many possibilities.
So little time.
"I see you've taken quite a liking to that book, dearest."
Twilight whipped around in her swivel chair, and shrieked. Luckily, her room was soundproofed to a certain amount due to her study's thick walls and numerous bookcases.
A pure white alicorn towered above her, easily taller then her by meter or two, a maniac leer splitting her face. She was extremely beautiful, but the insane glint in her eye hinted that she was a being so ancient and powerful that it would be the height of foolishness to offend her.
Celestia tilted her head sideways, her grin softening to an approximation of a kind smile, which she struggled to hold.
"Why are you so surprised to see me? I'm Celestia, the God of Death that dropped that book."
Twilight cringed as the apparition pointed a golden-shod hoof at the object wrapped in Twilight's arms.
"And judging by your rather amusing reaction before, I'm pretty sure you know that this isn't any ordinary notebook. You can't kill a God of Death, so I suggest you put that pen down."
Twilight's stationery fell to the floor for the second time that day.
"A Death God, huh. I'm not surprised to see you, Celestia."
Twilight drew herself to her full height, pitifully still about three times shorter than her intruder.
"More like I expected to see you, Celestia."
"Oh?"
"Not that I ever had a doubt this was a Death God's notebook, but as I experiment and see results with my eyes, I can act with greater certainty."
Celestia grinned again, and moved uncomfortably close to Twilight, their snouts almost touching.
"You surprise me too, and you remind me of a student I had, a few thousand years ago when I was mortal," She whispered into Twilight's ear, sounding less and less humane with each syllable that rolled past her great tongue, each word seemed as physically palpable as the "hallucination" Twilight was giving witness to.
"I've heard of Deathnotes getting down to the human world before, but no-one's never done this much in a day," She said while motioning towards the open book.
She drew away, and Twilight realized she had been gritting her teeth for the duration of their exchange, and rectified it immediately.
"I'm prepared, Celestia. I used the Deathnote, fully comprehending its purpose, and now you're here."
Her eyes hardened, and threatened to impale the alicorn on her line of sight.
"So what happens now? Do you take my soul?"
Celestia laughed. Her laugh was so similar to Twilight's mother's, like a tinkling of glass bells on the summer winds carried through a verdant and lush field, just that Celestia's was more…ladylike.
"Twilight?"
The lock clicked open, and Twilight's mother walked in.
The world crashed around Twilight's ears.
"Fuck! I didn't take my keys out of my clothes!"
"Mother, I can explain."
She looked around, and sighed.
"You're a young lady, not Spike," She chided, shaking her head and with an upward flourish of her horn, a pile of clothes Twilight had knocked over whilst freaking out over the alicorn god folded themselves neatly and landed in a pile at the mortified filly's feet. "Keep your room cleaner, dear."
And all that time, Celestia was laughing and slapping her side, floating in the air in a quite unobscured position in front of the middle-aged mare.
"She can't see me, my dear Twilight. Only those who have touched the Note can see or hear me." She said as she watched Mrs. Sparkle plod away down the stairs.
"I take back what I said before. Actually, I do have a price for the book. Sorry m'dear, the hysteria of finding someone as perfect as you to hold my book will probably wear off soon."
Twilight stiffened as she closed the door.
Drat.
Celestia effortlessly hovered over the plate of apples.
"Feed me."
Twilight almost laughed at the incredulity of her unwanted guest. A god that needed to be fed. Yeah. This world was pretty screwed up.
"No, seriously. As a God of Death I can't choose to touch anything till my contracted mortal touches it." She explained, and winked.
"The feeding is an added bonus. You see, I've taken quite a shine to you, my dear Twilight. Now feed me, please."
Twilight sighed, and with a simple swipe of her horn, an apple flew across the room…and phased through Celestia's head.
"You do comprehend the definition of touch, my dear? Physical contact is needed for me to eat that. Now do it again, this time properly."
Feeling uncomfortable, Twilight bit into an apple, and resisting the urge to swallow, held the fruit up to the alicorn. Biting into the sweet and tart flesh of the fruit, Celestia accepted the apple, and devoured it in two bites, golden juice dripping from the corner of her muzzle.
"Mmm! Earth apples are nothing like the ones in my realm! They're so…"
Celestia pondered this for a moment.
"Juicy!"
Three Months Later
"Look, Celestia."
It was a balmy summer afternoon, and Twilight was on her computer, surfing what looked like a Tumblr page.
"Looks like I'm famous now. Apparently people now call me 'Kira', translated from the Dragonese word for "Justice". They portray me as a crusader of the righteous, a protector of the innocent. They even have artist impressions of me. They make me too tall and my mane too long in most of them, and most of them portray me as a male. What a sexist world we live in."
Celestia took another little nibble of the apple she was given.
"But they're also those who call you a murderer and a heartless monster, Twilight dearest."
Twilight swiveled around in her chair, annoyed.
Equestrian Police Headquarters
"We are gathered here in conference in regards to the serial killings of the individual or terrorist group Kira."
Murmurs of discussion echoed throughout the darkened room.
Commander Savage, head of the Equestrian Police, stood in front of the conference hall, filled with international and Equestrian powers, including the current President. Clearing his throat, he continued.
"Several hundred criminals have been found dead in their cells or killed in action across the globe. The nature of this crime is so perplexing that even our best minds cannot crack this case. Therefore, we have decided to bring in the best detective in the world, L."
The murmuring instantly broke out into confused chaos, and Savage dropped his microphone on the floor to get everyone's attention.
"For those who are unfamiliar with L, here are some details. L is an anonymous individual with great skill. He has solved several tens of world-class cases as the brains behind the police, and has only recently made himself available for contact. L can only be reached through an individual known as Blue, who is with us today. Mr. Blue, if you please."
A Hotel Room, Manehattan
Luna sat in front of her computer. Everything was ready. Brushing her long, lustrous but slightly unkempt mane away from her tired eyes, she put on the headset, and checked the voice filter to see if it was working.
Taking a bite out of the chocolate bar she was munching on, she began the transmission, which would be broadcast through a laptop Blue was holding.
"Hello, international and Equestrian comrades. I am L."
Author's notes: OHGOSHFINALLYDONE whew. Hope you liked it. And this is just the boring part. Luna will have more screen time in the upcoming chapters, since she's the main protagonist (Twi's the ANTAGONIST). Also, Dash, Pinkie and a certain Wonderbolt and a certain French background pony who's strangely very popular these days will take the stage as mains. Not sure about Rarity, though, haven't (bothered to have) given her much thought yet. BUT FLUTTERSHY! SHY SHALL BE AN ANTAGONIST (ON TWI'S SIDE). On whom is she going to be…though…Hint: The Stare coughshinigamieyescough.
Sneak Peek: Luna dropped eleven sugar cubes into her coffee, one by one. The teaspoon came to life, and began stirring. "Kira is childish, and he hates to lose," She said thoughtfully, an aura of magic twirling a lock of her starry mane. "Why so, Moon?" Rainbow Dash asked. "Simple, really," Luna continued. Her coffee cup floated to her mouth, and the detective downed the entire sugar-laden beverage without flinching or gagging. Daintily licking away a stray spot of coffee at the side of her muzzle with grace befitting a princess, she smacked her lips gently. "Because I'm also childish and I, too, hate to lose."
Yeah, so I have this compulsion to have quotes somewhat related to the preceding and forthcoming chapters at the end of each, so here goes…
"Ruination to all."
-Sephiroth