Advent Kingdom
Author notes: Just a little sharing of this weird dream I had after finishing FF7 & Crisis Core… I should stop playing in the middle of the night. XD
And yes I don't own anything in this fic I don't even own the game because I just borrowed them from my cousin!
Warnings are lemons in future chapters and maybe OOCness!! And yes, it is a remake so it might distort the stories that we already know so if you don't like THEN DON'T READ!! XD
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Chapter 1
Rain kept falling from the sky continuously for two days now. The gloomy clouds just made the people of Midgar ache more.
The geostigma wrecks their body with pain and suffering. The ugly black patches made other people avoid them, some even left their own children in the street out of fear of getting the disease too. It had been months now since the geostigma appeared. Where ever it came from it was already announced as incurable.
Cloud tilted his head up as rain water sprinkled his warm skin. He shivered, remembering what Tifa told him about staying out in the rain means that he'd get sick. He chuckled. He is already sick with his own geostigma anyway just like his orphan Denzel, but he didn't tell anybody, afraid that Tifa and the others would pester him about it.
His cell phone rang continuously for the past fifteen minutes and yet he completely ignored the messages. He isn't interested in anything any more ever since his last and most epic battle.
His eyes scanned the lonely grey clouds then at the desolate wasteland. He really had to go back. He reached out and held the rusty old buster blade that stood like a sentinel in front of Midgar as if saying "see you again". He cast one more look at the horizon before walking towards his parked vehicle, Fenrir.
He straddled his bike and sped off toward home. But he knew that he never will belong to any home or any life style that involves staying in one place at a time. The name Strife really has meaning to his existence. He will always look for battles and the battles will always come his way even if they were anticipated or not.
The fingers in the bike's handles tightened as his speed increased. He wouldn't let monsters near him get a chance to attack. Dust scattered every where.
A lone wolf eyed him curiously as he disappeared into the shadows of Midgar's entrance.
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A bright light engulfed the battling forms of the two great warriors as they were sucked into that oblivion of light, not knowing what to expect or what would become of them.
The One Winged Angel could see his rival speeding in front of him as if they were in a swirling vortex or a storm's eye. It seems that the energy Cloud gave in that attack caused this to happen. He couldn't move as if the invisible walls are binding them with some unseen strength.
Cloud however had his eyes closed and seemed out cold. He still clasped his sword in a vice grip as if parting from it would cause him death. A few feathers escaped Sephiroth's one wing and sucked the dark feathers toward their destination, some of it brushed against Cloud. But the blond still held his eyes closed.
Where ever their destination is, Sephiroth knew that it might be another world or era like the last one. Sephiroth wrapped his wing around himself to protect his body from the wild gushes of wind of the vortex.
They continued their journey which seemed long hours and at some point Cloud had woken up and immediately was confused of where they were. He looked around and when he saw Sephiroth, tried to attack but discovered that he cant move so he stayed put and leered at the other man.
From what he could remember, he used all of his strength to charge at Sephiroth with all he had as the other did the same. Then that strange light shone while their blades crashed with extreme ferocity and then nothing... And now this, being pulled helplessly into the middle of no where with his arch nemesis.
His gaze fixed at the person behind him as Sephiroth stared back. One of the man's feathers just slashed a small wound in his cheek, making it bleed. The warm blood dripped to his neck.
Cloud cursed him again and again even if the man hears him or not. He hated the man. He hated him for what he did to him, his friends, and his family. He let the darkness consume him and now he is beckoning for him to do the same, to join him in his madness.
Cloud had promised himself not to let the darkness consume him and would keep his friends as his much needed light. Unlike Sephiroth who destroyed everyone who produced his light to balance out the darkness growing inside of him.
It was quite a coincidence that Sephiroth's one wing would be like that of an angel for he is a demon, a Lucifer with indescribable thirst for blood and suffering. Cloud's however is like that of a demon, but he is one that strives for justice and peace of mind to battle his darkness. Both however have their destinies tied together and they are yet to discover it...
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"And where have you been to MISTER?"
Tifa stood across the living room, her hands in her waist very much like what a mother would do while scolding her child.
Cloud had attempted to sneak into the house through the window but Tifa was waiting for him. It was already 6pm, she had reminded Cloud to be home by 4 so tat they could play with the orphans.
"Cloud.." Tifa shook her head in a disappointed manner.
"You always promise but you never keep them."
Cloud scratched his head, trying to find a way out of this situation. Marlene and Denzel could be heard up stairs playing with their toys. He tried to walk past Tifa but she held on to his hand and wouldn't let got. She smiled softly at him.
"You know Cloud if you need me I'm just here and also the others."
She let go as Cloud tried to process what she just said. He nodded and muttered his thanks.
"Yes Tifa I know." He replied. She patted his shoulder and went back to the kitchen to finish their supper while Cloud trudged up to stairs.
He passed Marlene and Denzel's play room and took a peek before entering his room. Both of the children seemed sad. Was it because of him? He flopped down on the bed for much needed rest. Those deliveries where just too tiring even for him.
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Cloud woke up in a cold sweat. Something is wrong; he could feel it in his gut. This aura this presence…
He hurried down stairs, out the door and revved up his bike, ignoring Tifa and the children who came after him and went to the source of this. He stooped shortly in front of Aeris' church.
He practically barged into the church and broke the door off the hinges just in time to witness a bright light flash above the flower bed. Two figures fell from it and rested on the flower bed, motionless.
He rushed toward them and stopped. He couldn't make out the figures in the dim light. The light disappeared as quickly as it came. The moon peaked behind the dark clouds for the first time in two days to cast it's pale rays on the two figures.
He could feel that familiar presence of the man he loathes. But there is something different.
Author notes: Is it good or bad Terrible? Continue or not? It's up to you! R &R please! XDD (I MIGHT REVISE THIS LATER WHEN I COME BACK FROM SCHOOL)
I revised some lines and spell checked I also added a few... XD
