A dark deed was done.
Capture the three targets. Check. Dispose of them. Check. It was as simple as that.
As they went about their evil orders, dismissed from their contractor, little did they realise the magnitude of what they'd done, and how it would come back to haunt them.
But one knew.
In the lowest dungeon of the wretched kingdom's castle, an old withering soothsayer went into a trance. A guard on duty reported confidently that the old man had hissed;
'Evil begets evil.
The first step is taken.
Unfold the chaos
Correct the mistaken.
The Soldier, The Dancer,
The Squire, The Beast,
The Corpse and the Queen:
The shadows shall feast.
The Earth and the Air,
The Water and Flame,
Descend to our midst
Seek the coming of pain.
Brave this challenge,
Forget all your fear.
But out, ye brief fire,
You have no place here.'
And with that strange, mystifying prophecy…
the man dropped down dead.
Five years later, on the other side of the galaxy, night was fast-approaching a realm where sunlight had no dominance. Dark deeds were no strangers to this place, but still it remained just out of reach of the pure tainted black.
There, hiding in the shadows of the eternal night, two individuals – creatures of the twilight – held each other, safe from the prying eyes of their friends and colleagues. Above them was the moon that held so much promise. Below their feet, the solid reminder that until the promise was fulfilled, they were anchored to this half-life.
But at least they had each other to make it more bearable.
Out, ye brief fire… you have no place here…
"Something wrong?"
Axel snapped out of his reverie, still momentarily pondering uncomfortably where that strange little thought had come from and why it had chosen at that precise moment to pop into his head. He was quite moody about it actually: he didn't want to be distracted right now. He was… busy. Entertaining a certain lady friend.
She pouted and reluctantly slipped her hands away from his chest, folding them as she glared up at him tapping her foot impatiently. "Hellooooo? Anybody home?"
He shook himself out of it and refocused his eyes on her, a nervous but confused smile on his face. "Huh? Oh… I'm sorry baby… I was in dreamland for a sec."
"Dreaming?" she decided to humour him as he put his arms around her and brought her closer against him, hidden in the shade between two unimportant buildings in the dark city.
"It was nothing… now," his eyes suddenly lit up in mischievous cheek. "Where were we, my Naughty Nymph?"
She smirked, her own eyes lighting up a little as he craned his neck to brush his face past hers. "Well my Flirtacious Flurry… we were about to make the most of our time together out of the prying eyes of the others…"
"Ah yes," he chuckled. "Of course… while those idiots are being bored out of their skulls in that awful meeting, I get to play with my favourite toy…"
"The 'toy' in this relationship is Marluxia. Remember that now. He's both our playthings…" she cackled almost cruelly. "And he doesn't even know it. What an idiot."
"Which raises the subject I've been dying to ask you… when are you going to dump him?"
She paused slightly then sighed, her spark gone momentarily. "We've been through this. It's not as simple as just dumping him. If I dump him now with no good reason, he'll instantly suspect something is going on between us two. No… no, we need a scapegoat, a distraction to pin the blame on."
"And then you'll be my girl?" he purred, brushing his face against her neck in both affection and a firm prodding for an affirmative. She sighed and giggled a quick, 'Stop it that tickles, you creep', before giving him her answer. "Yes. Once Marluxia's out of the way… we can finally come out into the open."
"Good. Because this whole 'meeting under the cover of darkness' kinda makes it harder for me to make you out sometimes."
"I dunno, you seem to be able to 'make out' pretty damn well from my point of view…"
"Oh shut up, bitch."
"Make me."
He pushed his lips to hers. And she did, for the whole ten second kiss, manage to shut up. It would have gone on longer, had Axel not had another flinch as a voice burnt through his head.
Your time is almost up, feeble flame.
A/N: Originally uploaded onto my deviantart account. I do not own any characters.