The idea for this stroy just sorta hit me out of nowhere, but I decided to post it, so enjoy anywho!
Me no own FFVII
My dream was an odd one.
Maybe it was because I knew it was a dream. Maybe because I was walking into some cave. Or, maybe it was because of the eerily beautiful chic sitting on an onyx chaise lounge.
"Hiya! Who're you?" She didn't feel like a bad guy, but as I got a bit closer, and a bunch of multi colored torches sprang up -or on, depending how you see it- I noticed she looked kinda like Chaos; Her skin was a dark gray, and she had black bat-like wings. But that's where the resemblence ended.
Instead of an evil and somewhat twisted expression, her's was gentle, kind, and almost welcoming. Instead than having a funny ass headdress, she had long deepest-night-black hair, that almost seemed to suck light in where it spilled over her shoulder, and pooling in her lap. She also wore a dress that was reeeeeally skimpy, but almost elegant. The dress had a halter top, but instead of closing up in the front it didn't, just had two strips of fabric running down covering her boobs, and another horizontal strip, also across her breasts. The skirt of the dress was long -from what I could see, she was sitting/laying after all- but hung in two peices like a loin cloth, leaving her legs exposed. Her eyes where a deep almost-glowing purple, and they watched me with a warm smile, even as her face remained blank.
The whole vibe she gave off though, wasn't creepy skank, like she should with that dress and what-not, it was more like she was my mom, and I suddenly wanted to hug her and cry about everything and anything wrong in my life. Besides, who was I to judge? I'd worn midriff tops and short-shorts my entire life. I dressed skimpily too. And so did Tifa when we met. Her voice even further enforced my impression of her.
"Well, normally when people summon me, I always do this super-cool, black shadows rising from the floor, booming, multi-layer voice and go into this whole speil about how I am one, and all, and you, and whatnot, but you didn't summon me. Well, not consiously, so, hi! I'm Lorreala, but please call me Lori." Her voice was melodic and soothing, and definately the prettiest I had ever heard.
I blinked. Summon? There was a materia for her? I want it! Lori let out a chuckle.
"No, there isn't a materia for me. Yet. I'm considering making one. What do you think?"
I blinked. Again. She just read my thoughts! Well, this was a dream after all. "Totally. If you do, gimme a heads up, I want it! But, what exactly are you? You don't seem like a goddess. You're too... Down to earth for that."
She let out a melodic chuckle. "Well, techincally, I'm not. I used to be. But I fell for a demon. The demon. I got booted off the goddess chair, and became the Demon of Truth. But my powers are still much the same. So what contract shall we make?"
I frowned. "Contract? And dude, that's so unfair, you shouldn't have goddess-hood stripped cause you fell in love!"
Lori gave me a wicked smile. "I don't mind. I am happy with my demon, and all of my demonic children, and every now and again, my not-so-demonic kids visit me too. And it's almost fun screwing with the Gods' design for things."
I raised an eyebrow. "Screw with the Gods' design? Isn't that, like a bad thing?" Her answers gave me so many questions, but I stuck to the point, hoping we could have a chat after the main buisness was over and done with. But then again, she was practically a goddess, so maybe not.
"No. Not at all. The Gods are quite... twisted and like to fuck with mortals. And then I screw with them, and get in the way of their plans. Like Valentine."
My eyes widened. "You're behind what happened to Vincent?" Fury rippled through me.
Lori chuckled once more. "No, the god's had made him their personal fuck toy. They were gonna make him die a horrible death, but I pulled some strings so he'd live, then got his soul mate reincarnated, and she has, in fact helped him out a bunch. But then to piss me off, they snagged one of my demonic kids, and made him into your 'omega' so Valentine would die, for sure this time. But again, his soul mate gave him a reason to live. And so he did. At every turn of his life they've srewed with him, to screw with me. Like instead of the one demon that would go away, they threw in an extra three. Arg!" She pouted.
I contemplated, what she had said. "But then, his soulmate'll help him out?"
A wide smile split her face. "Bingo!"
"And why am I getting all this knowledge?"
"So you can help him out of course!"
I blinked and the sad feeling I'd been unaware had been creeping through me vanished, and was replaced with some serious cheer. "M-me? I'm his..."
I couldn't finish the sentence. I mean, I knew I love him, but he loves me too? Now that was far fetched.
Lori patted the seat next to her. On robotic legs I walked over and sat down next to her, my insides all cheerful. The demon wrapped her arm around me, her wing rippled out, before the soft, leathery material warped around me, alonside her arm.
"What do I have to do?" I was eager. If this was just a dream, then I would be seriously dissapointed. But somehow, I could tell that I wasn't making this up. And thus I'd do anything to help Vinnie.
"I cannot say."
"Y-you don't know?" My hopes crashed.
"Of couse I know. I'm the Demon of Truth. I know everything. But I can't just outright do this. I can only help you help him."
"So you're saying I have to figure out what to do, and you'll help me do it?"
"Bingo."
"Okay. So how would that work?"
"We make a contract. The contract will be sound, and the gods will know naught of this exchange. You give me something to do, then, sadly, you pay for that service."
"P-pay?"
"No Contract can be completed unless there is payment equal to the service, though you humans don't exactly have things equal with your gil."
I giggled. There were a lot of rip-offs. Now back to buisness. What would help Vinnie? He was well on the road to recovery already, but the damn demons in his head- That's it! "I want the demons out of his head!"
"Are you sure? That is a rather large task. In exchange, you would have to become a half-demon."
"I'm sure."
"Alright. then I will give you some advice. The way to control your inner demon is a way you already know."
"Inner demon?"
"All greater demons, not lesser like Vincent's demons, are like people, but they have naggy voices in their head trying to get them to do things that aren't so good. They are not easy to control. Some demons loose thier minds."
"Oh, okay then." It didn't sound too bad. She said I could control it. Or had she said I had the means to control it? Arg, her riddles were annoying.
"If you are sure, the terms of the contract are that in exchange for removing all of Vincent's demons, you become a half demon. Your inner demon will grow from infant levels to that of an adult in nine months, like a pregancy. I warn you, as a half demon, your control may not be the best. I cannot say if you will be able to enter your demonic form, but you may have some things about yourself that you cannot control, like perhaps ears and a tail, and claws. Is that a contract?"
I nodded. "I accept."
Lori smiled. "By the power you and I possess, So shall it be!" She leaned forward, her kissing my forhead, and I felt a ripple of power run through me, before I woke up.
Wait, what? Was all that a dream? I glanced around the room I had at 7th Heaven. Tifa and Cloud had added on and now it had rooms for all the AVALANCHE memebers, and any kids that would come along. My eyes suddenly caught the curtains.
Rip them! Use them to sharpen our claws!
I blinked at the faint voice in my head. It wasn't a dream! Yes! Then I remebered what Lori had told me. My hands flew to my ears to find them normal. Then to my lower back and butt. No tail. I examined my fingernails. They'd grown, but were far from claws. I ran my tounge over my teeth. Still the same. Okay, so then the deformities would come later.
I jumped out of my bed, and went to my dresser, pulling it open and grabbing some clothes.
Take 'em all out! Make a nest!
I smiled at the voice. It was like a kid's. It didn't know that that would be messy, and not good, it just wanted my to make a huge pile of clothes and pillows to curl up into. I ignored it once again, steping out of my room and walking down the hall planning to take a shower. I couldn't sleep anymore. It was just barely dawn now, so whatev...
As I went to the bathroom I shared with a few other people, Vinnie came out, just as I was about to knock. He had a dazed look, and ran into me. My balance flew back, but I managed to catch myself the same moment Vincent did.
When I realized our position I wanted to laugh. I was doing a bridge, with Vincent's arm around my waist. His hands slid up to my back, and pulled me up gently. The move put me further off balance and I ended up gripping his shoulders, pressed up against his bare. Wet. Chest. Can you say heaven? I took a step back with a giggle. At the same time my demon and my body were screaming a me to cuddle closer. And lick him. His neck to be precise.
"What's up Vinster?" I gave him my signature smile. He had a dazed look on his face.
"My... My head..."
I blinked. "Does it hurt? Did I hit it on accident?" How I would have managed that would be odd, considering he was that much taller than me.
"No. It's just... empty..." A slow smile split his face. "My demons! They're... Gone!" Vince stepped forward, grabbing me in a bear hug and twirling me around, all the while laughing. I joined in, so relieved that it had worked. If he was this happy, it didn't matter what would happen to me!
"That's great! Well, I'll be with you in a second, I just need to hop in the shower and whatnot." I steped back after giving him a tight squeeze, grabbing my clothes and stealing a glance at his bare chest. It was riddled with scars, faint almost silvery lines, and a larger one over his heart. Where Rosso the Bitch ripped out the protomateria. But he was still so pretty. Each scar stood for something he'd survived, and I loved em all. And besides, he was freaking fit, with a toned chest and abs. Insert dreamy sigh here. I slipped into the bathroom, looking at him once more with a barely contained smile.
His crimson eyes were shining, a smile still stretched over his pale lips, but he had an almost contemplative look as he watched me, his eyes trained on my forehead. Quickly shutting the bathroom door, I sprang over to the mirror, raising my bangs, and sure enough I had a mark where Lori had kissed my forhead and seal our contract. I had five Wutain kanji written there side to side. It read 'warrior', 'love', 'truth', 'cat', and 'contract'. I got all of them but the cat. Huh? What about cats? They were my favorite animal, but what did that have to do with anything? I shrugged then hopped in the shower.
After my shower, and my demon having a bit of a freak-out about the water then calming down and enjoying it, I got dressed, and made sure to slick my bangs down over my forehead. I then slipped out of the bathroom and into my room, the sheer speed that I had moved with surprised me, as I gently shut my door.
Grabbing my normal headband and tying it on, I was about to put on my shoes, but my demon started hissing and metaphorically clawing inside my head giving me a slight headache, until I put the shoe down. I rubbed my head as I walked down the stairs, to see Vincent sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee.
"Vinnie! How's silence?"
He glanced up and his lips quirked up. "It's nice." I smiled widely at how he held himself, like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Oh yeah, definately worth it.
So what do you think? Love it? Hate it? Let me know!
