Final Fantasy VII: Pre-Novae

Prologue To The Calamity

...Sirens.

I hear sirens to the awakening of my long slumber.

How long ago was my slumber? The thought of it was clouded in my mind.

I open my eyes to see my fleshy tubes string out into a machine, embedded on the floor, the pedestal to my return.

I close them again. I see visions of death. Slaughter. Rape. Destruction. Sometimes betrayal within each and all race that I have subjected.

I often wonder if they believe that god does not exist, when their time begins to deepen. That some cruel deity decided that their judgement will be decided by one that of which is not familiar to them. That swarm inside their bodies. The cells within their blood festering at the call of my christened name exclusive to that planet. That feeling when their hands begin to let go of whatever controls they have left within their consciousness. The loved touch that they feel when they have to let go…

That's me. They feel me. And I feel them. And when they realize that their corporeal forms have been taken over, it is already too late for them to see.

And then they begin to evaporate like water burning water, the prey overcoming the predator. I shake my head violently, trying to release myself from the wiring that holds my arms to the side, and my head inside my tiara, the queen of the galaxy that I have turned myself to be.

First, my limbs rip out from the walls. I can feel blood drawing down them, all the way to my nails to the floor, burning whatever surface was below me with intensity.

I then used them to tear off the crown that held my head, my hair yanking. But I did not care for that. Hair can grow back.

I can grow back.

I fall to the floor as I tore apart the tubes from my body. I held myself as I fell, stopping as my hands carried me. I looked in front of me, my head tilting upwards.

A door. I must get to the door and escape my hell.

As I attempted to walk, I fell. It has been a long time since I ever needed to use my beautiful legs, for a purpose not needed. I dragged myself using my elbows, they scratched on the sharp, steel surface of my vessel. I saw light outside the door, as beautiful as my mother as she held me long ago.

…

No.

I did not have a mother. I came…

I… Came…

The vision begins to fade. I fall into slumber once again, premature.

I'm not ready yet.

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