Darkness Raising-Prologue
Every time Duke Clark closed his eyes, he saw the dead body of Sephiroth in his mind. The foolish rebel group AVALANCHE had murdered the one man who he had admired and looked up to. The only man who had given his life any meaning since his family had turned against him. The man he had worshipped for fourteen years, ever since he was a child. In Duke's eyes, Sephiroth had been a god. He hadn't deserved to die.
"Damn it" Duke muttered as he rolled off his bed onto the floor. It had been more than three months now and he still couldn't rest. He hadn't been able to sleep properly since he had heard the news. Everyone had been celebrating, happy that the monster who threatened the planet was finally defeated. Only he seemed to have an empty place in his heart. With a sigh, he left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen, stopping halfway to glance in the mirror.
The face, which looked back at him, was pale and sad. His long, jet-black hair, which fell down past his shoulders, was dirty and tangled. His green eyes held no emotion. He had suffered a great deal over the years and his body held a lot of anger towards certain people. However, until now, he had used that anger to make him even stronger.
"I'm all alone now," he said to his reflection. "I lost Jess and my family a long time ago and now I have lost my hero. Thanks to my brother, I've lost everything"
He glanced at the picture lying by the mirror. It was a picture of a pretty, young girl, with short, blond hair. Next to her was a tall, handsome man, with features similar to his own. Duke picked at the photo and gazed at the woman, pain crossing his face.
"They shall pay" he spat. "AVALANCHE, my brothers, the people of this planet. My hero failed in his plans, but I shall not. I am much stronger than Sephiroth and I shall succeed where he failed. AVALANCHE will regret killing him, when the time comes for them to face me"
Taking a quick drink of water, he picked up the photo and went into his messy living room to begin making his evil plans.
And down below the earth, in the lifestream, Aeris, the Cetra, began to pray.