Author's Ramblings: I love FF7. I love mythology. Why not combine these two (badly?) Please review!
Prologue
Thick, white clouds were hanging low around Mt. Nibel– obscuring its peak for any curious onlooker who might be hoping to get a glimpse of the great gods and goddesses who lived at the very top. Strife had seen it a dozen times or more. In his youth, his greatest desire had been to live there with his kin.
Sephiroth– he never failed to impress with his thunderous yet somehow cool temper all the same. With the blue lightning bolts as great and heavy. Strife had never been able to compete with the others, least of all Sephiroth. Where Sephiroth had power, Strife had determination. Where Sephiroth sought separateness, Strife valued devotion. The only thing they really had in common was pride, and that was one thing they both possessed in abundance.
Pride and more importantly, love had been Strife's downfall.
He dreamt about what he might have done in his early youth given the wisdom of his current years. He could have lived on Mt. Nibel like the rest of them. He could have done good. He wanted to do things – create great things. He could have helped shaped mankind into something incredible. It was so depressing to watch these half-formed creatures strut about like cocks in a pen, clucking about what meaning there might be in the universe while stabbing each other in the stomach. They spilled their guts into the dirt and trampled over each other's bodies with a concern. They spoke of legacies. But they had no idea what the word meant.
He hated their failures, their misery. For a species that thought so well of themselves, their shortcomings were frequent and glaring. Sephiroth had already punished them once for being less than perfect. But Strife didn't desire them to be perfect - just good.
After eons Strife had grown almost complacent in the cool, dark Underworld. He was not often sought after; his responsibilities, while many, were nowhere near the same as his kin's. Strife had come to take comfort in his quiet eternity. And though he still wished to live closer to the gods and goddesses he knew that stirring the pot would only cause trouble.
