Fandom::FFVII

Pair: Zephiroth

Where is he...?

The world spins.

I can't see.

Everything hurts.

I'll take this road. It goes along. No.. no maybe it's the other one. But I see the smoke rising from stacks, surely it's this way.

Haha.

I'm such a fool. No.. No it isn't me. It's THEM. They're the fools. I'm.. I'm.. ahaha... I'm what?

A lie, a fabrication.

That's what I am.

Ah yes... I'm brilliant. Too brilliant. I terrify them. Yes you bastards, fear me. Fear the creation you sought to birth into perfection. Make me strong, make me powerful, give me everything I need to rip you into shreds. To watch you scream and bleed as I impale my blade unto your flesh and bathe in the sweet vitality. Oh yes you fools, give it to me.

The town is ahead.

His town.

No wait.. is it? Of course it is. There's the huts, the water tower.

Was there a tower? And a mansion?

Haha.. of course there was. And now he'll see what he's done to me.

Oh yes. He'll see... Ahaha... Blame me will you..? Break? Leave me? After... after all we've been through? I feel the power in my arms. A soft beat behind me, the tight stretch of muscle in my shoulder as the reaper's feathers stretch to full span. Oh yes this delicious might. The townsmen face me. Tell me I'm mad. Ahahahaha! Oh yes the cruel laughter that rises from my throat. How sweet, how joyous. The beauty of their screams will be the lullaby of those born tonight. Oh let them all scream this magnificent chorus melding with the roar of the flame. Create for me death's symphony and let it crescendo to the highest volumes. resounding, echoing. Let the whole planet hear what you've done to me.

And you. You with the raven hair and striking eyes of the sea. You will be the one whom suffers most. Does it matter if it is your home or his?

No.

So long as you suffer it matters not. And I know you'll suffer. To see what you have done to me. Turning your back on me for that child! How dare you. How... DARE you. Try me, Fair, try me. Try me, draw your blade to cross it under my masamune. Let me see the rage. Oh watch the flames spark off the rooftops. Ahaha, yes! Listen to those joyous screams. Slowly walking into the flames, feeling their deadly kiss on my skin. How good it feels, this rage. How wonderful!

And now you stare me down. You call my name. Don't dirty my calling in that tone. You make it sound like this is all my fault. You stupid child, you selfish slut, it isn't mine.

It's yours. All yours.

The mountains are cold. So very cold. I feel it nip my skin. It's nothing. Nothing compared to the ice in my heart. The smoke rises from below as I cut the men asunder. Oh how beautiful their blood gleams on my blade! How the moonlight shines so gloriously upon the dark angel. Ahahahah! An angel! Me! The one-winged angel, what sweet, twisted irony! A seraphim bereft of holy white, what angel is that but of Gaia's most hellish depths?

Above me rises the tower. The tower of lies and deceptions long forgotten by those that crafted it. Let him come. Let him try and stop me. How will he kill me? Oh he may try but he cannot. But I.. I can kill him. Quickly? Slowly?

As long as he suffers, it matters not.