Heartless Angel

Disclaimer: I'm not Rowling and I don't own her characters, nor do I own any of the Final Fantasy characters.

Written for Lamia's Daily Speed-writing Competition.

Prompt - Bellatrix/Kefka

A/N: I saw this prompt and fell in love with the idea of these two together. So much so that I had to give them their own story, because they have so much potential. There's so much I can do with them, and I love them. I may have found my OTP.


They wondered how she had survived, how she had managed to live through the battle of Hogwarts. What magic was able to protect her? How did she live through such a horrendous battle that had claimed the lives of hundreds of people?

As the clouds of black smoke began to clear, the ash and burning embers still falling like amber stars in the night sky, Bellatrix rose from the ruins, her body cloaked in rippling waves of azure flames.

She knew he would protect her. She knew that he would come.

She looked towards the darkened skies as she heard the sound of wings in the distance. As the sound grew louder, a wind came up over the hilltops, blowing cold like the frozen hand of death, sinking its claws into the ruins far below.

A smile spread across her face, the beating of his wings drawing closer, getting louder by the second. The flames parted as a driving wind spread throughout the grounds, pushing them back as his face appeared through the swirling torrents of smoke and ash.

Her heartless angel, her demon god. He had finally come to rescue her from the chaos and war.

Her body broken and bleeding, the last of the magic he'd used to protect her fading by the minute, she reached to take his hand, her fingers closing around his wrist as he lifted her into the air.

She rose with him, into the darkened skies, into the heavens high above. So close to the clouds, yet so very far away from the infinite paradise that awaited those whose hearts were not stained with evil. They could never reach those heights, for they were too wicked to pass beyond the gates. But in his arms she had no need for such treasures, for he was all she desired.

Kefka looked down at her, cradling her lovingly in his arms as they passed beyond the moon, the agonized cries of the dying and the wounded falling away as they rose towards the stars. She was just as twisted as he was, her mind decaying while her beauty still remained. She was his dark and dangerous queen. She was the only thing he cared about in this broken world other than himself.

"Don't fret, precious, I'm here," he softly whispered. "I'm here now, and you have nothing to worry about. You did well tonight. I'm proud of you, Bella."

She smiled up at him, the cruel features of his face illuminated in the pale light of the moon, his blond hair trailing out behind him on the wind. She knew he didn't offer praise so easily, and so it meant a lot to her to receive a compliment from him.

"Those fools," he muttered, glancing down at the earth far below. "Let them kill each other in their meaningless war. Let their tortured screams be the music that lulls you to sleep, my dear. For what need have we for such pitiful creatures when we can build a world all our own?"

"I don't want to sleep," Bellatrix said, gazing up into his darkened eyes, eyes like obsidian, black and cold without a trace of humanity within those soulless orbs. "There is still much work to be done. There will be survivors. We cannot allow them escape."

"You leave them to me, Bella. I will show them the error of their ways, that all is lost as the final hour of their inevitable destruction draws near. They will learn the hard way, that if they wish to cling to such foolish hopes and dreams, they will meet with nothing but sorrow and death."

She loved it when he spoke like that, the cold cruelty of his words making her pulse quicken beneath her pale skin.

"I will see to it that they pay with their lives for their ignorance," he said, now gazing out across the darkened skies beyond the horizon. "And when they lay bleeding at my feet, perhaps then they will see that their dreams are worthless, and that everything must eventually come to an end."

Bellatrix's eyes began to close, the sound of his voice soothing her into a peaceful slumber. She was exhausted from her time spent in battle. And when she awoke the next morning, the world she knew would be no more, for it would be consumed by the violent rage and vicious strength of her heartless angel.