Chaotic Marionette
Prelude of the Shadowbox Puppet
Hey! I was getting irritated with the lack of nonKefka bashing fics. So, here's my pretty little psycho pet himself! Warning, this contains implied nonconsensual yaoi pedophileness on the Emperor's part. Well, that's about it. Oh yeah, I don't own anything blah blah blah. One more thing, the shadow box puppets means the imperial states and Kefka. ^^ Enjoy!
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He touched the night shrouded face on the mirror gingerly. It was sad and pale and foreign despite having seen all of his life. His thin, pallid finger traced the nearly invisible scars and wisps of strayed blonde hair on his watery moon lit effigy. He hated the face that was staring back at him mockingly, with it's weak and sickly appearance. It showed every strain he lived and every stain on his minuscule honor. He hated that face that peered out of the moon lit covers on the bed behind him as well. It was a dirty, carnal relic of some ancient evil that should have passed but still remained to haunt him. He simply wished he could tare his nails into the man papery face and rip it off like so many pages from a bad book. he watched the exhaust laden face in it's terrible slumber. Slumber that had saved him from further agony and perversion. His thought's rolled from vengeance to the man's impending doom. He would kill that wretched man, and dance upon his shallow grave with a sickening psychotic passion. The old vampire would die a the fitting death of the infirm in the street, never to fell the warmth of forgiveness from his executioner.
A frail sneer took his wan face, scars arching elegantly under his unnatural violet eyes. The man who had created him would now fall at his puppets stringless hands. He would fell the scorn of a marionette released. A new empire would overshadow his and crumble it's pathetic metal hold on the world. He would release the shadow box puppets and begin a new age. The young man closed his eyes and thought of fire and blood flowing through the streets of Vector Whirled in his twisted, violent mind.
*This will be the new order,* he thought with a grin, *This is what I was created for.*
Prelude of the Shadowbox Puppet
Hey! I was getting irritated with the lack of nonKefka bashing fics. So, here's my pretty little psycho pet himself! Warning, this contains implied nonconsensual yaoi pedophileness on the Emperor's part. Well, that's about it. Oh yeah, I don't own anything blah blah blah. One more thing, the shadow box puppets means the imperial states and Kefka. ^^ Enjoy!
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He touched the night shrouded face on the mirror gingerly. It was sad and pale and foreign despite having seen all of his life. His thin, pallid finger traced the nearly invisible scars and wisps of strayed blonde hair on his watery moon lit effigy. He hated the face that was staring back at him mockingly, with it's weak and sickly appearance. It showed every strain he lived and every stain on his minuscule honor. He hated that face that peered out of the moon lit covers on the bed behind him as well. It was a dirty, carnal relic of some ancient evil that should have passed but still remained to haunt him. He simply wished he could tare his nails into the man papery face and rip it off like so many pages from a bad book. he watched the exhaust laden face in it's terrible slumber. Slumber that had saved him from further agony and perversion. His thought's rolled from vengeance to the man's impending doom. He would kill that wretched man, and dance upon his shallow grave with a sickening psychotic passion. The old vampire would die a the fitting death of the infirm in the street, never to fell the warmth of forgiveness from his executioner.
A frail sneer took his wan face, scars arching elegantly under his unnatural violet eyes. The man who had created him would now fall at his puppets stringless hands. He would fell the scorn of a marionette released. A new empire would overshadow his and crumble it's pathetic metal hold on the world. He would release the shadow box puppets and begin a new age. The young man closed his eyes and thought of fire and blood flowing through the streets of Vector Whirled in his twisted, violent mind.
*This will be the new order,* he thought with a grin, *This is what I was created for.*