(there is a note about the character in question at the bottom.)
Darkness.
Velvet soft against me.
No sun casts its accusing glare down on me. No moon to bathe me in its cold silvery glow.
"In the darkness a candle is the sun"
I can make it rise, the click of my lighter as it ignites the wick of the dripping drooling wax tower. Older than me, seldom used except when I have these flights of fancy.
I can make it set, the hiss as I pinch the flame out, the sizzle as the saliva on my fingertips evaporates with the flame. Sometimes, before killing the light, I would make my hand dance through it, feeling the searing pain as it gnawed at my flesh.
I am a monster.
Alone in this desolate room, carved deep in the rock. Deep within the earth itself. To get to me, you need a key. Stolen from a monster hidden within an ancient safe.
A curved stone staircase. Steps missing and cracked. Miss one and you'll plummet several hundred feet down. A wooden walkway leading into the tunnel.
Mako enriched rock. The tunnel glows purple. Footsteps echo eerily even when no one is there. The flutter of bat wings, the plopping of water. Dripping regularly like a clock ticks the day away.
Walk too fast and you'll miss me.
The wooden door set within the rock face. Over the years lichen has grown, disguising it, melding it with the rock. Take the key from your pocket, open the door. Cast the harsh purple light on the madness inside.
Caskets strewn over the room. Several leaning against the walls. Open and empty. No bodies lie here now.
Then if you look in the darkest corner. Closely, or you will miss me. The gleam of a pair of eyes… then another beside them.
I am the monster, residing in here. Stuck halfway between heaven and hell. Disfigured beyond all recognition, and cursed with two heads. I once was a soldier, proud, brave and young.
He took me from my battalion, after the Great War. Sluiced me with Mako, rained down on me from above. Injections stung in my arms, my legs, and my back. Jenova, a name whispered in hushed, reverent tones. Chaos bound me together. I felt my body change. My skin grew glossier, amphibian like. My head mutated a twisted expression. Now no speech escapes my lips. Moaning and grunting, in cacophony with my brother head. Mutated from my shoulder... His name is Yin
I am Yang… the happy one. The fool who makes the body dance as you battle me. The one who survived by feeding on the rotten corpses in each of those empty caskets.
The crunched bones now lay, the pile behind the door. Flesh long since digested the taste nothing but a faint memory on the tip of my tongue.
I say I ate all those who lay in the caskets… but one.
One was alive… he was just like me. Used to be human… but now….
Less mutated, he assumed the form of a human, but when was enraged took the form of a beast. He left a while ago.
The darkness envelopes me, soothing me. I lay my head upon my pillow of hair. Torn from the head of corpses, woven into blankets. I continue my existence down here.
Waiting for death to embrace me and free me from this life.
(Yin Yan was the monster in the basement, that you could fight in a random battle if you wandered about near where you got vincent enough... i thought having Vincent as the monster in the basement would be too predictable. apologies if i've spelt Yin yang's name wrong... but its been a while since i played the game.)