A/N: This is a....uh...poem/ extremely short story I did describing Kuja
going into his Trance form. Please review!! I like reviews!! ahahahaha!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy IX or Kuja or anything else FF-ish I mention in this.
The Elegance of Evil
The eternal being fell to his knees underneath the blade of his brother's unforgiving sword.
Once dazzling silver hair lie disheveled over his burning sapphire eyes.
He gasped what he thought to be his last breath when the scintillating electric light was cast over his trembling form.
Through this Light he was reborn, like the darkly magnificent phoenix, glorious scarlet feathers entwined in the lengths of flowing rose- red hair.
His eyes became dull rubies, glowing with impending hate, softened by his beautiful ivory visage.
The long, snowy bell sleeves were tattered and the once seductive hakama was shredded, floating lazily around his thin waist, giving it an eerily living image.
The presence of magic grew thick in the cool mid-day air, surrounding them with a teasing unease.
Though startled by his spontaneous and drastic transformation and great uprising in power, he remained entirely composed and gracefully glided into the still air.
He lifted his open hands to the sun as a whirlwind of dust and warm air surrounded them.
Magic burst into the clear, unsuspecting sky in violet streams and cascaded back towards the earth in a magnificent display of deadly beauty.
The Angel's brother fell backwards from the force of the elegantly destructive advance.
He tilted his head back gracefully and uttered a laugh of pure sardonic pleasure and triumph, cutting through the deserted silence like crystal blade. It was indeed beautiful, but tinted sharply with the dark reflection of insanity.
For he had accomplished what he had intended to do. He came, and he conquered....
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy IX or Kuja or anything else FF-ish I mention in this.
The Elegance of Evil
The eternal being fell to his knees underneath the blade of his brother's unforgiving sword.
Once dazzling silver hair lie disheveled over his burning sapphire eyes.
He gasped what he thought to be his last breath when the scintillating electric light was cast over his trembling form.
Through this Light he was reborn, like the darkly magnificent phoenix, glorious scarlet feathers entwined in the lengths of flowing rose- red hair.
His eyes became dull rubies, glowing with impending hate, softened by his beautiful ivory visage.
The long, snowy bell sleeves were tattered and the once seductive hakama was shredded, floating lazily around his thin waist, giving it an eerily living image.
The presence of magic grew thick in the cool mid-day air, surrounding them with a teasing unease.
Though startled by his spontaneous and drastic transformation and great uprising in power, he remained entirely composed and gracefully glided into the still air.
He lifted his open hands to the sun as a whirlwind of dust and warm air surrounded them.
Magic burst into the clear, unsuspecting sky in violet streams and cascaded back towards the earth in a magnificent display of deadly beauty.
The Angel's brother fell backwards from the force of the elegantly destructive advance.
He tilted his head back gracefully and uttered a laugh of pure sardonic pleasure and triumph, cutting through the deserted silence like crystal blade. It was indeed beautiful, but tinted sharply with the dark reflection of insanity.
For he had accomplished what he had intended to do. He came, and he conquered....