The Elected
Written
by: Ryuu Kiba
Dedicated to: All fans of the videogames, animes and
movies whose characters appear in this story.
Prologue: Fear withers not in darkness
Sweet, sweet darkness, take my wings of black feathers and fly to the moon. Red, oh red moon of bloodshed and hate, receive the fallen angel that now flies with the wings of death. Let him be bathed in the blood of the evil fallen. Return them… bring back those who died in the battle of demons… Never did their life truly disappear… for darkness remains and fear gives them life… and fear withers not in darkness.
A sad chorus could be heard but not seen; the blood-red ground that extended to the horizon presented no stones, no plants, and no animals… only sand… demonic red sand. The sky was full of stars and the immense form of planet Earth dominated almost all of it. The moon only turned this red every five thousand years, and only those years did the regeneration ever occur.
Slowly a being emerged from the soft ground, his hair was long and white… contrasting with the black vest, pants and boots that covered his body. Slowly a wing of black feathers emerged from his right shoulder-blade. Metal shoulder pads fell heavily on the man, appearing out of thin air. Two smaller wings grew from the man's lower back and half closed around his legs.
Man: What a strange feeling… yet… enjoyable…
The man sank his right hand in the sand and pulled out an immense katana which stretched the whole length of his body. He held it so the blade pointed backwards and observed the great blue planet before him.
Suddenly hundreds of other creatures, human and beast alike emerged from the sands and stood at the sides of the first warrior. They were all a step behind him, making it clear that he was the leader.
A man in a white kendo robe approached the winged swordsman. His hair was black and fell to the base of his neck, standing out because of his silk white skin. A katana hang from his obi, the man had a hand ready to wield it if necessary. His eyes were intensely green and lines of a similar color stretched from his eyes as if they were tears. Half of a bony, horned helm rested on the left side of his head, yet did not cover his face. There was a hole in his body, just above his chest.
White robed man: Sephiroth, all evil is here, be it pawn or lord. What do you order us to do?
Sephiroth (Leader): First, we shall use hellfire to create a palace of demons with glass formed from the demonic soil which resurrected us. From there… we shall prepare to carry out Jenova's will and kill all humans on earth… an travel the eternal cosmos using the desolate rubble left of this world as our vessel. Ulquiorra, call the Balrogs.
Ulquiorra (White robed man): As you wish.
Ulquiorra bowed and left to look for the great demons of fire created by Morgoth, the former lord of darkness. Meanwhile other groups of creatures started gathering sand in a great mountain.
Sephiroth still stared at Earth, planning his attack and knowing he would encounter resistance. A man approached Sephiroth with a confident and fearless way of walking. He was dressed with a similar robe as Ulquiorra, yet black with a white cloak over his shoulders. His hair was brown and semi-curled; his eyes were of a similar color and expressed calm yet fearsome intentions.
Sephiroth: Aizen how is everything?
Aizen (Brown haired man): In perfect shape… not a single obscure soul is missing… all darkness is gathered here… ready to take revenge on all humanity.
Sephiroth: Perfect… I have something to ask of you now.
Aizen: What is it?
Sephiroth: I need you to send some hollows after a boy… his name is Sora.