Hey, as a first fanfic for this site I hope you enjoy. I have been writing
for a long time, and I believe I know how to write well. I have won several
writing competitions, some at a national level so I really do hope you are
impressed basically because I'm seeking a publisher. Many thanks to this
site for giving this kind of opportunity to many young writers. "Final
Fantasy" and "7" in particular proves an excellent test ground to write due
to its wealth of plot driven action set- pieces and its popularity.
This story concerns the infamous Sephiroth and the birth of the God
himself, as he battles both the last remnants of Shinra and the Planet
single-handedly.
Final Fantasy- What We Leave Behind
UNGOD
Neil Murphy
Flowing silver streaking across the crimson sky- like the glint of the legendary Masamune piercing the bloodied flesh of the planet, folds of pitch black flapping furiously against winds conjured by unimaginable forces high above, a man rose, over the snow, ever so slowly, and determinately, towards his ultimate destination.
Fingers clutching and grappling his blade and snow unsteadily, he pulled himself up to the highest pinnacles of the greatest creation of mankind- a tower reaching infinitely high into the stratosphere, once the pride of civilisation, now the bane of all life; not even its creators were spared. Green Mako eyes blazing with an inhuman glow, lips curled up into a crazed glee, his immense but powerfully-built frame shook ever so slightly, as the moment of his glory came dangerously near.
Body drenched in perspiration, his breath quickened from anticipation, he finally reached the peak of the almighty Shinra tower. Spreading his arms, face tilted heavenward, his black cloak fanned out in all directions, like rivers of darkness trailing behind his shadows.
He was waiting to receive what was his.and His alone.
Laughter filled the air.
"Let Cloud and his group of bandits battle their way to the centre of the Planet. Let them be drowned in a bloodbath with His clones, while he pursues his destiny" "Words such as destiny do not serve him."
Not even the powers of the Gods could stop him now.
Angry storms continued to lash out, besieging his mortal form with shrapnel and debris from the crumbling metropolis deep down below. They sliced and tore cruelly at the worn-out leather, exposing the human skin and flesh beneath. Phantom claws continued to assault his body as he began his deathly march toward the edge of the platform, resting atop the Shinra Headquarters building.
Never once did he wince in pain, for there was none.
Fiery spouts poured out from where the ground could no longer hold, unleashing the anger of the Planet in the form of searing heat waves and hurricanes hell bent on destruction. Twisted metal liquefied and massive concrete walls crumbled under the immense stress, releasing heat and dust billowing into the chaotic skies that the dark man commanded.choking the very air life lived on. The swirling atmosphere surrounding Midgar was fast reaching boiling point, as it cracked with raw energy where oxygen spontaneously combusted into flames. They burned and scalded, inflicting tremendous damage on everything in its path, vapourizing all which stood in the way. The people bursting apart in fountains of red.
Yet the man was untouched.
The elements continued to pound ceaselessly at the intruding entity hovering over the lands, as well as the man who would rendezvous at the point of impact. They brazenly attacked the two, stubbornly resisting the impending doom befalling their precious homeworld.
Still Meteor continued its descent.
He marvelled at the magnificent sight before his very eyes. The burning sky was consumed by the hellish aura of Meteor. There were no clouds, only wisps of water vapour where they once were, in the path of the falling rock. Bits of debris floated and twirled violently, carried by the winds, before diving sharply when the forces of gravity took hold.
Squinting his eyes against the scarlet light and the advancing heat, he could make out wide cracks weaving their way on Meteor's surface, interspersed with craters and countless shallow crevices. Toxic fumes flared out, snaking along the outline of the sphere-like rock, entwining intimately with the chaos ravaging the city below. Dark, evil energy exuded from the gaping chasms, the tendrils spreading far and wide across the continent, simultaneously burrowing deeply in his body.
He felt it all. A sense of unbridled exhilaration, of ungodly power, and of imminent triumph washed over his form, filling him with an utter twisted delight.
He smiled. He found it beautiful.
Standing high and tall at the peak of the tower, shear exultation showing in his visage- a victorious warrior clad in black staring up in the skies, his waist-length hair flowing behind him like a river of quicksilver. One hand extended upward, as though to reach out and caress the surface of his creation, the Meteor. The other was tightly gripping the hilt of his trusty, wavering, seven-foot blade-the legendary Masamune.
He could almost taste the Planets energy as ribbons of pure sin, enveloping and empowering him, metamorphosing his mortal form into a higher level of existence.
He would be reborn, he would be immortalized, and he would create the future to his Mother's design.
"Great calamity from the skies, It is I, the Great Sephiroth, The One-Winged Angel Arises."
The destruction continued, but there were no sounds. Only his heartbeat was heard.
Final Fantasy- What We Leave Behind
UNGOD
Neil Murphy
Flowing silver streaking across the crimson sky- like the glint of the legendary Masamune piercing the bloodied flesh of the planet, folds of pitch black flapping furiously against winds conjured by unimaginable forces high above, a man rose, over the snow, ever so slowly, and determinately, towards his ultimate destination.
Fingers clutching and grappling his blade and snow unsteadily, he pulled himself up to the highest pinnacles of the greatest creation of mankind- a tower reaching infinitely high into the stratosphere, once the pride of civilisation, now the bane of all life; not even its creators were spared. Green Mako eyes blazing with an inhuman glow, lips curled up into a crazed glee, his immense but powerfully-built frame shook ever so slightly, as the moment of his glory came dangerously near.
Body drenched in perspiration, his breath quickened from anticipation, he finally reached the peak of the almighty Shinra tower. Spreading his arms, face tilted heavenward, his black cloak fanned out in all directions, like rivers of darkness trailing behind his shadows.
He was waiting to receive what was his.and His alone.
Laughter filled the air.
"Let Cloud and his group of bandits battle their way to the centre of the Planet. Let them be drowned in a bloodbath with His clones, while he pursues his destiny" "Words such as destiny do not serve him."
Not even the powers of the Gods could stop him now.
Angry storms continued to lash out, besieging his mortal form with shrapnel and debris from the crumbling metropolis deep down below. They sliced and tore cruelly at the worn-out leather, exposing the human skin and flesh beneath. Phantom claws continued to assault his body as he began his deathly march toward the edge of the platform, resting atop the Shinra Headquarters building.
Never once did he wince in pain, for there was none.
Fiery spouts poured out from where the ground could no longer hold, unleashing the anger of the Planet in the form of searing heat waves and hurricanes hell bent on destruction. Twisted metal liquefied and massive concrete walls crumbled under the immense stress, releasing heat and dust billowing into the chaotic skies that the dark man commanded.choking the very air life lived on. The swirling atmosphere surrounding Midgar was fast reaching boiling point, as it cracked with raw energy where oxygen spontaneously combusted into flames. They burned and scalded, inflicting tremendous damage on everything in its path, vapourizing all which stood in the way. The people bursting apart in fountains of red.
Yet the man was untouched.
The elements continued to pound ceaselessly at the intruding entity hovering over the lands, as well as the man who would rendezvous at the point of impact. They brazenly attacked the two, stubbornly resisting the impending doom befalling their precious homeworld.
Still Meteor continued its descent.
He marvelled at the magnificent sight before his very eyes. The burning sky was consumed by the hellish aura of Meteor. There were no clouds, only wisps of water vapour where they once were, in the path of the falling rock. Bits of debris floated and twirled violently, carried by the winds, before diving sharply when the forces of gravity took hold.
Squinting his eyes against the scarlet light and the advancing heat, he could make out wide cracks weaving their way on Meteor's surface, interspersed with craters and countless shallow crevices. Toxic fumes flared out, snaking along the outline of the sphere-like rock, entwining intimately with the chaos ravaging the city below. Dark, evil energy exuded from the gaping chasms, the tendrils spreading far and wide across the continent, simultaneously burrowing deeply in his body.
He felt it all. A sense of unbridled exhilaration, of ungodly power, and of imminent triumph washed over his form, filling him with an utter twisted delight.
He smiled. He found it beautiful.
Standing high and tall at the peak of the tower, shear exultation showing in his visage- a victorious warrior clad in black staring up in the skies, his waist-length hair flowing behind him like a river of quicksilver. One hand extended upward, as though to reach out and caress the surface of his creation, the Meteor. The other was tightly gripping the hilt of his trusty, wavering, seven-foot blade-the legendary Masamune.
He could almost taste the Planets energy as ribbons of pure sin, enveloping and empowering him, metamorphosing his mortal form into a higher level of existence.
He would be reborn, he would be immortalized, and he would create the future to his Mother's design.
"Great calamity from the skies, It is I, the Great Sephiroth, The One-Winged Angel Arises."
The destruction continued, but there were no sounds. Only his heartbeat was heard.