Hello everyone! Welcome to chapter one of Transmogrify! Darn plot bunnies, crowding my head up like how their cousins 'the dust bunnies' hide everywhere in my room! But I hope you all enjoy regardless!

2-6-16: I've gone through and made a few changes to the original work, realizing that I made tons of grammatical errors and cringe-worthy mistakes. The chapters will mainly be left alone, but with some different phrasing and elements :) Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

~Piolet~

Cloud knew they were just feet behind him and chasing after him at lightning speed. Time seemed to crawl at a snail's pace while his heart was racing quicker than the speed of light. It was dark here. Running around at night tended to make it pitch black, especially on the night of the new moon. Only the stars in the sky served as tiny beacons of light to help illuminate his down-trodden path. Dour black clouds hung overhead and a light midnight's fog had whisked at the ground and air around him. Most of the mist clung to his heated skin to cool him down as he ran, but it still wasn't enough to stop the persistent sweating as he ran across the uneven terrain.

His worn out sneakers crunched the dry leaves below his feet as he quickly sprinted past dead trees with branches that looks more like skeletal limbs. They seemed to reach out to him as he ran, their rough edges scraping his arms and cheeks as he tore through them without restraint.

Without a need for sight, he automatically knew where he was; 'The Forest of Senshi'. This place was haunted by all things strange and evil known to man: Trolls, shapeshifters, Banshees, and any other kind of horrible creature you could think of was locked away in the center of the ever-decaying forest. A special seal around the edges allowed humans in and out, but it was highly frowned upon to enter. Each individual creature had its own seal within the forest in order to keep it bound to a certain spot in a certain form.

Rumors tell of the forest once being inhabited by the most beautiful trees and flowers in the whole country, but had become overrun with the monsters inside and turned into the nightmare it was today. Of course, that was a long time ago, something that only popped up in a history book or an old wives tale every once in a while.

Regardless of warning signs and decaying forest life, Cloud had entered anyway. Hopefully they wouldn't be stupid enough to follow him in here. Even the most reckless of people stayed away from this cursed place. However, he was wrong about that. If anything, their footsteps crunching against the ground only seemed to grow quicker and faster than before. Those damned bastards! Why wouldn't they leave him alone?

He didn't know what he had done wrong this time. It had all started off as a typical Thursday morning at school, Hell, any typical morning. While trying to get his stuff out of his locker, the local band of school misfits had slammed his books from his hands and down to the floor. As the blonde went to pick them up, his head was slammed into an adjacent locker beside him, more than once. This stupid band consisted of no more than three people, but they still managed to make Cloud's junior year of high school a living hell.

"Give up, blondie! You can't run forever!" One of the voices growled. There was a harsh pant following his shout. He was growing weary. Hopefully, the others were too.

Cloud kept a comeback to himself, trying to save all of his energy in fleeing, not insulting. He heard heavy wheezing all around him as well as the crunch of leaves beginning to slow. Were the others finally falling behind? Maybe they realized they were in this deadly forest and were going to slow down and turn around. But he was wrong when he realized he was the one wheezing. He was the one slowing down. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He couldn't let them get to him!

Pushing his muscles to the max, he continued down into the depths of the forest, too afraid to turn around and see how close they were. He felt like a helpless mouse running from the king of all cats. If they caught him, he was going to be in a hospital for weeks! It's not as if they put him there before on multiple occasions anyways... The worst part of it all was he couldn't tell his mother about it. The band of misfits threatened to hurt his mom if he squealed to her. He hated all of this so much! If only he was stronger!

'Strength...What you wish...' A hazy voice echoed from a far off distance in front of him.

Oh great! Some nightcrawler had heard his plea. These creatures were masterminds at pulling innocent humans into their tight grasp by promising them wishes and power if they did the same for them: except the human offered a heftier price. He shook his head, trying to pour the last of his stamina and willpower to his legs. If he didn't concentrate, he was going to get it for sure! The front and back of his shirt was saturated in perspiration and a thin glaze of the salty substance trickled down his forehead and made the hairs on the back of his neck stick down.

"I...Power...' The voice rasped once more, sounding more determined to grab a hold of the blonde.

He should have expected this. The deeper into the forest you got, the more your presence would be sensed by the nightcrawlers in here. But this voice seemed powerful, as well as the deadly dark aura that little voice emitted. This must be a truly powerful monster to be able to throw his voice from deep inside, all the way to the near perimeter of the forest seal.

Lost in thoughts -and the voice of the nightcrawler- The blonde had failed to see a tangled root shooting up from the dying forest floor. His shoe had been snagged, and then gravity took care of the rest. He went flying for a few seconds, his frame suspended in the air for a brief moment. Gravity then took control once more and proceeded to send his body down to the ground. His body crashed into a slanted hill and began to tumble down it. He was thrown head over heels as the world was thrown into unbalanced circles. Which way was up? What about down?

He felt each scrape against his skin, heard each rip in the fabric of his clothes. Every jolt of pain to the head caused it numbness, as if it had fallen asleep like another limb. During the rough descent, his foot had twisted under his leg, resulting in him rolling the fragile joint. He would have cried out, but was unable to as he continued to skid down the cliff-side. After a few seconds of tumbling, sliding and vertigo, he finally skidded to a stop down on some flat ground. His head was pounding and his heart was slamming. Pain prickled like chills through his lithe frame and each minuscule movement caused the sensation to flare like an uncomfortable heat. No grass was down here, just red dirt and a small amount of mud from the mist surrounding the air. He must have fallen close to the center of the blighted forest.

"We've got him now!" A victorious voice howled. A crumbling of small rocks and pebbles told the blonde that they were making their way down to his level.

Cloud tried to move, tried to squirm away. However, the throbbing and stinging in his mangled ankle caused him to only hiss and curl his fingers into the dirt and mud. The world swam with little fireflies in his eyes, and spots of black threatened to pull him into a state of unconsciousness. Trying his best to look over at the scratches and wounds on his body, he noticed thick red blood bubbling from his arms and legs and the crimson substance had encased around his ankle and entrapped it in a sickly glory of red. How could he have been so careless?

"I'm...Here...You see me?" The once hazy voice of a nightcrawler echoed again. This time, it's voice was nearly clear as day, but bits of static intercepted a few words.

Cloud looked up, to try and find that voice that sounded so powerful all of a sudden, but he was only looking into the faces of the four that were chasing him. A whimper of fear escaped from the blonde's hardly opened lips. Those tears that had swelled in his eyes once before had magnified and grew in size, resulting in them shimmering against the contrasting darkness of the moonless night sky. His eyes released the load they could no longer hold. This was it.

"About time you slipped up, Blondie." The youngest of the three growled deeply.

Even though he had been the youngest in age, he was certainly the biggest in size. He had walls of muscle stacked underneath his skin. He possessed cold blue eyes of his that displayed neither mercy nor compassion. That blue hair didn't help accentuate those evil eyes and only served to frame his thickly chiseled face, making it more stone cold. He stood tall, overshadowing the other two near him. Not only was his massive and rather hulking build of his body something to cower at, but he was also the strongest. His beatings were always the most painful to withstand. He was Azul; youngest of the reject band of bullies known as Deepground.

"You know, you really tired us out, Hon. I was surprised to see your cute lil' backside outrun us for a good minute or two." The only female of the group playfully cooed.

She stepped on his left cheek with her stupid bright red stilettos. God knows how she chased after him in those death traps. Her flaming red hair only seemed to brighten her eyes of equal hue, except those were brighter than her hair and seemed to glow eerily in this dark night. She had thick red lipstick painted across her thick lips, and her huge rack was nearly busting out of her top. She was Rosso of Deepground, stuck in the middle of age in the group.

Rosso shoved her thick heel deeper into the blonde's cheek, not letting up until she heard a small grunt of pain from the incapacitated boy beneath her. Cloud attempted to slink away military style. The two let him seem like he'd be able to get away, even allowed him to drag his useless body a few feet away with his hands alone, but soon found himself at the mercy of the eldest of the Deepground trio. Even though his battered body begged him to keep his head down, he did not and found himself staring at Weiss; Eldest of the Deepground group.

His thick white hair masked his eerily thin face like the color of pure wings against a darkening never-ending night. His eyes were so light of a blue they were nearly white. They glimmered in a hungry fashion to put the blonde through pain. He might not have been the tallest or strongest of the group, but when it came down to brass tacks, he was good at making the little blonde scream in agony more than Azul ever could.

"Going somewhere?" He quietly asked, his voice only a wisp against the night. Yet a sadistic smile became permanently engraved across his face.

Cloud lowered his head and nearly thought he could disappear into the dirt and mud if he concentrated hard enough. It was a pitiful -not to mention useless- attempt. Before he knew it, a booted foot connected to his jaw, sending his face looking up at the dark and clouded sky as all the air left his lungs from the pain. Another booted foot pushed against the back of his head, then slammed it into the dry dirt, cracking it in multiple places just from the pressure alone. The blonde had to bite his lip to keep from screaming out. This brought about a trickle of metallic tasting blood to enter his mouth from how hard he was biting his lip.

Rossa then nudged his body over to where Cloud was laying on his side. She had her fun kicking him in the gut with those damned heels of hers a few times. The blonde could never get a good grasp of oxygen with how fast and hard she kicked him. Every time he managed to gasp in a measly breath, she'd knock it right back out of him. Each kick of the plastic heel to his gut and chest stung like the burn from a hot match, or like a bee sting with the fire of revenge. No longer could he bite his lip to keep silent as his cries soon filled the decaying forest with agonizing life.

Azul then joined in on the fun, gripping the blonde by the collar of his shirt and hoisting him into the air like a helpless rag doll. Cloud was given a moment to stare pitifully into his captor's merciless eyes. A sick smile spread across his face before he threw him to the ground with enough force to make the ground shake beneath his small body. The blue-haired teen then followed up with a rough punch to his throat.

Cloud coughed and gagged harshly, his trachea screaming for air and his throat throbbing uncontrollably. He was left unable to even scream at this point. Tears cascaded down his cheeks, creating transparent rivers down his dirty face. His face started to turn an unhealthy shade of lavender as his body cried for the air it could not have. He weakly rolled onto his side, anchoring his shaking fingers into the ground to keep a grip on the world.

For the moment, the beatings stopped and only the stillness of the night greeted his sights and sounds. The silence was eerie and unwelcome as Cloud gasped and wheezed. The three bullies glanced to one another as they all locked together in all knowing eye contact. They each took a step or two back from the blonde, seeming as if they were going to let him go.

More desperate to get away than a rat caught in a cat's throat, the blonde seized the fake opportunity of escape, his fingers curling into the thick sloppy dirt as he started to pull himself through the mud. Blood trickled down his split lip from the force of him biting it. His gut and chest screamed with pain from the force of Rossa's shoe-weapons and Azul's roughhousing. The leaves crackled under his weight as he dragged himself through them. A small amount of mud gripped to the front of his shirt and pants, as if wanting away from the cursed place in which it took root.

When Cloud had managed to pull himself a good two feet away, the three bullies narrowed their eyes and smirked even more sadistically. One glance down and one glance up was all the communication the tormentors and the tormented needed.

Then all three of the Deepground group gang up on him, kicking and punching. Rossa spit in his eyes and Azul had plenty of fun just watching the blonde cry out in pain and writhe on the ground as he beat his stomach in senseless. Weiss just smiled as he kicked at the immobile blonde, laughing like a maniac on occasion.

The torture seemed to drag on for as long as it possibly could. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours. So by the time they stopped beating him to a pulp, it had felt like eons had passed. Blood streaked down his face, his arms, and every inch of unclothed skin upon his person. His right eye was beginning to swell and blacken, making his vision a bit hazy and off centered. It hurt to breathe, to even twitch or utter the smallest sound. Even the tiniest intake of air caused his whole body to burn, hurt, and sting. Even his tears were wounded as he cried red and swallowed blood rather than spit.

Every orifice seemed to leak blood rather than the fluids they were supposed to secrete. His nose, eyes, mouth, and even his ears oozed with bright red blood. He couldn't even hold his head up anymore. He just wanted release from the pain, wanted it all to go away. But that would never happen. Not with these three. He took in the best ragged breath he could manage, whimpering when even breathing felt more like a cut or a punch than a natural bodily function.

God knows what kind of internal damage they must have done to him this go round. This would definitely land him in the hospital for sure. What would his mother do when she heard he was hospitalized again?

"I had fun today, Hon. Get patched up soon so we can play again." Rossa sweetly cooed as she nudged his face with her bloodied heel.

The other two remained silent with words, but did snort or chuckle as they passed the blonde. They made their way back up the steep ledge the useless teenager had fell from fifteen minutes ago. Cloud watched as they left without a care or burden. Not even the mud touched them. Blood blurred his vision, painting the world in deep crimson. He blinked his good eye, trying to get the thick substance out of it in order to see. It was of no use as his world remained red.

He felt weak, weaker than usual when they beat him up. It was getting even harder to breathe than it already was. His body was beginning to feel cold and clammy, his fingers numb, and his head heavy and fuzzy. His only good eye widened in realization of his condition. Oh God...Was he dying? No, he couldn't be!

Cloud writhed on the ground as panic pounded in his heart. He was desperate to try and get up, but his body lacked any kind of strength. Each tiny movement or twitch against the ground made him cringe and whimper. He could cough some and whimper like a scolded dog a bit, but that was about all he could do. He was in so much pain that even blinking his eyelids caused something somewhere to sting and ache. His body was sore, as if he had sprinted through an entire marathon and a half. He was littered in blood and bruises, the stains painting him almost like tattoos or tribal marks.

He never knew you could get beaten to death by fists and feet alone. He was going to die. He was going to die in a forest of nightcrawlers. No one would come to find his body in here, not even during the day. People always stayed away from this place. The crawlers would find a way to break their seals and eat him alive! -Okay, slightly exaggerated- But he was going to die down here without a doubt.

With the last of his fleeting strength, he let out a mighty scream to the sky above him. Even as his voice began to give way, he kept screeching. He didn't want to die! Not like this! As much has he cried out, he received no reply but the echo of his own shouts. Even though most of the clouds above had dwindled away, there was still no moon in the sky. It was going to be a pitch black death for sure. Not even the small stars dotting the sky provided him with enough light.

'...Over here...I'm...Here...' The voice spoke up once more.

Cloud slowly rolled his head over to the right where the voice was coming from. It was very close, he could tell that much. He must be just a few yards away from whatever nightcrawler was calling to him. Or at least, where the crawler was sealed within. The blonde strained his ears to try and pinpoint the location of the quiet voice, but right now, all he could hear was his own wheezing.

'...That's right...Over here...In front of...' It spoke once more.

Cloud squinted his one good eye -for the other was too swollen to do so- Yet could not see any strange object which the nightcrawler might be sealed within. He was able to somehow roll his body over on his side as he dug his fingers into the ground to keep a grip on his world, which was beginning to fade into black. He wasn't about to make a deal with a devil or whatever this crawler happened to be, but the next sentence it spoke changed his mind completely.

'Do you want to live?'

At that once sentence, Cloud somehow found a hidden strength deep within, and he began to pull himself towards the origins of the voice. It hurt like hell, but he wasn't ready to die. He left a trail of his blood on the red dirt and decaying leaves as he pulled himself across the cracked and dry ground. The aura suddenly flared, and it was strong. Whatever this nightcrawler had to be, it was powerful. Somehow, as if he was hungry for that power alone, the blonde began to crawl even faster towards the source. No more than a few feet from him, hiding behind thick shrubs, there was the seal.

It was a massive rock of limestone, reaching at least six feet from the ground up. Everything around the rock was decayed -as if it had been dead for years now- and even the dirt lacked nutrients or moisture. It was like a patch of red desert in the middle of a forest. The land surrounding the rock was barren of any grass and was sheltered by withering trees that looked to have suffered a terrible fate in a brutal winter storm. It was a place frozen in time for eons.

'Do you want to live?' The voice asked once more.

Of course the question seemed rhetorical to Cloud. He pulled himself closer to the pillar of limestone, nearly seeing his own reflection as he drew close. His replication was cloudy and blurry at best, but the blonde could clearly see crimson all over the outline of what was his body. The aura was so strong here it was as if gravity had increased by twice its usual perimeters. The dying seventeen-year-old could not hold his head or body up no longer. He flopped back to the ground without grace and whimpered when even falling back down caused him great pain.

'If you accept...You will be my master and I will give you strength, give you power...But you will belong to me and to me alone in mind, body, and soul. While you can bend me to your will, I may do the same to you. Do you accept these charges for another chance at life?'

Feeling numb, as if he had no control of his body, he found his head trying to nod out a 'yes' response, even if it was only his hair that swayed. His voice even croaked out some foreign agreement unrecognizable in his own mind. It was more like a grunt or a moan. He heard that voice chuckle lowly, and he knew there was no going back for what he had done. An urge in his body screamed 'What have you done?' at him, but a small part of his heart had rejoiced at another chance to live, to see his mother and friends once more. To shock the holy hell out of Deepground.

'Now break my seal.' The voice commanded.

Without hesitation or second thoughts, Cloud immediately pulled his hand up against the pressure of the higher density of gravity, fighting the downward pull that seemed like tons of magnets repelling one another. With a final cry, he slapped his bloody right hand against the limestone, dragging the limb down the stone weakly. Instantly, the pressure of enforced gravity left, and he felt lighter than he had before. A dark aura swelled from the limestone rock as cracks began to chip away at the once smooth stone. The aura swirling around the pillar and himself was black, maroon red, and dark purple, and it was ominous.

Loud pops and cracks resonated throughout the dying forest as the rock began to crumble. The trees around the seal further withered, losing what little life they had left as they crashed to the ground. Even the grass near the area had withered and turned to ash, blowing away with the mighty howling wind as the seal continued to break.

A cloud of white dust swirled with the mist in the air all around the blonde as the stone completely disintegrated into nothing. There was a tall figure standing from the depths of the rocky prison it had once been entombed in. As the dust faded away, the figure became more clear and focused, minus the blonde's swelling right eye and the trace amounts of blood in the other. At the sight of the nightcrawler, Cloud's breath managed to hitch in his chest.

He was tall, standing at about six-foot-three with rippling muscles bulging under his skin. They were not as big as Azul's, but still looked just as terrifying. He had hair of midnight's black styled in disheveled looking spikes in the back with a single strand hanging in the front. His eyes were of cerulean azures, tinted the slightest bit of sky blue around his cat-slit dilated pupils. He was clothed in nothing more than a black turtleneck tank top that cut off just a few inches above his waist. Under the tattered looking shirt lay old looking bandages that served no purpose other than as clothing. His arms were also bandaged up, the tattered material stopping at his knuckles.

He had matching pants to his shirt, colored the same hue of black. Yet just a few inches past the knees, the pants flared out, then were tucked snug against his bandaged skin beneath. He was void of any shoes, standing on the dead ground in his bare feet, the bandages cutting off right above his ankles. Atop his head were thick black ears shaped like that of a wolf. A thick bushy black tail went to compliment the ears. Past peachy colored lips, tinted in a hint of mischievousness, Cloud could see the faint shimmer of two long canines poking past, but not that far out.

His aura as mighty, as well as his fearful stance. But all of a sudden, his firm eyes relaxed and that suffocating black smog of a presence dissipated back into his body, almost seeping into his naturally tanned, sun-kissed skin. A smile flickered across his face, and it was a playful one. Those long canines protruded from his lips just a little bit more, but behind those, were more human like teeth.

"It's been awhile since I've had such a young and cute master." He spoke. His tone was much more different than when he was sealed inside the limestone, it was almost musical and bouncy.

He crouched down on the dying ground as he balanced on the balls of his feet, hovering right in front of Cloud and still smiling. His right hand came out and tenderly brushed against the blonde's right cheek. Sharp nails tenderly agitated his skin as they smoothly ran by. The cuts on his face began to vanish and as the wolf looking nightcrawler danced his fingers across the wounds of the awestruck blonde, the injuries began to close up and heal as if they never existed. Even the blood -fresh and dry- vanished in the thin midnight air.

"There! All fixed up." The male nightcrawler said, flashing Cloud an even greater grin.

This couldn't have been the same creature that beckoned the blonde to come closer. No way! His voice had been deeper, more demanding. Now it was light and carefree, almost as if the voice he had earlier was not his own. A rubicund blush flustered across his cheeks, now regaining more of a healthy color. Why was the nightcrawler staring at him like that? It was making him nervous!

"Just to let you know, I'm not an average nightcrawler. I'm a Tasonosenshi, or what you humans call a 'Shapeshifter'. We Tasonosenshi's have our ways of working our magic on you humans, such as a deep and confident voice." The shapeshifter spoke, beginning in his lighter voice, then tapering back down to that deep voice from before.

Cloud's eyes widened. Not only had he bargained his life and soul to a nightcrawler, but a Tasonosenshi to boot! These creatures were one of the most powerful beings sealed inside the forest. They were the strongest, the mightiest, and the most demanding of their contractors. But he hadn't been thinking when he agreed, he just wanted to live!

"So-" The shapeshifter began, now plopping his rear onto the dry ground as he sat crisscross in front of the blonde. "-Since you're my master, yet I'm your contractor, I do believe you need to tell me your name." He finished, slowly wagging his black tail side to side.

"I...uh-I'm Cloud." The blonde stammered, that blush increasing in intensity. How could a shapeshifter basically have two different personalities? And was his desire to live so great he willingly contracted himself to one?

"Cloud, huh? Cool! My name's..." The shifter began with a big grin, but then his smile fell and he looked disappointed and nearly...ashamed. "-Actually, I have no name. I'm named whatever my master chooses to call me." He finished up, much softer than when he began.

The blonde could hardly think right now, never the less think of a name to whom he had bonded himself to for life! His mouth moved, yet no sound escaped his lips. He stammered silently for a few moments, and the shifter watched his mouth move in near a perplexing matter it seemed.

"Do you need help, Master?" The Tasonosenshi asked, cocking his head to the right ever so slightly as his black ears twitched. His tail still continued to faintly swish.

"n-No, um...You-You're name is uh..." Cloud stuttered, not being able to think straight right now. As if he could think of his own name right now! Too much had happened in the last ten minutes and his brain was beginning to lag.

"-Zack! That's your name!" The blonde blurted, shouting out the first name that came to mind.

This was the name of his old childhood friend that he lost contact with many years ago when the raven-haired boy had moved away to a different country. They never kept in contact afterwards.

"Zack? I like it!" The shifter spoke with a bounce in his voice.

That big grin spread across his face even wider as his tail began to wag even faster. But then he stopped all of a sudden and a serious look became etched into his youthful looking face.

"-I nearly forgot. Now that we are contracted together, I have to grant you a wish or two in exchange for your soul. You can back out of this now, but if you do, you die." He deeply hummed as a dour and near sensual look replaced the serious one. Yet his tail slapped softly at the dying ground and his ears twitched on occasion.

Cloud was struck silent at this news. If he were to back out now he really would die. Yet if he agreed, his soul, mind, and body, would forever belong to a shapeshifter until he expired. What pros and cons would come with these decisions? His own blue eyes looked into Zack's. The shifter was patiently waiting for an answer but still looked serious and dark. Fearing to run the ravenette from his patience, he finally spoke.

"I won't back out. I accept." Cloud spoke. He tried to sound confident, but his voice said otherwise and a harsh squeaky whisper escaped from his mouth.

"You're certainly a strange one, Master. Now...Tell me what you want and I'll make it happen." Zack responded, his dark tone still holding dominance over the lighter one.

Cloud didn't have to think twice about what he wanted. He sucked in a deep breath before responding with; "Give me strength to defend myself."

"Is this all you require? Nothing more?" The shifter asked one last time, just to confirm his contractor's request.

"Just do it, will you?" The blonde said, not wanting to repeat what he just said.

A smile flickered across Zack's face. "Good...I think you just might be my favorite Master yet." He said as his darker tone began to disappear. Yet an eerily happy smile flickered across instead, similar to a never ending grin rivaling a falling moon with a face.

"This is going to hurt, Master." The shifter spoke before he pulled back his right arm, building some tension. His ears even flattened down to his head and his thick tail stopped moving or beating the ground.

Cloud was about to ask what was going to hurt, but he knew the answer the instant Zack's clawed hand penetrated through his chest. He felt the ravenette's hand moving around inside of him; searching, penetrating. Searing and burning pain erupted through the blonde's chest. It felt as if he was shot through the chest and then had burning hot water and acid poured into the hole. He felt the Shifter squeeze his very heart as his claw like fingernails dug into the organ, leaving deep gashes.

The blonde threw back his head back and let loose a bloodcurdling scream the harder those sharp nails dug into the tender organ. A stream of Zack's dark aura swirled from his body, curled around his arm, and penetrated Cloud's chest, drying the fresh blood and sealing the gashes. The shifter removed his hand and the dark aura he had placed inside the blonde instantly closed up the wound he himself had inflicted. Then the pain was gone just as quick as it came.

"There...I've marked you, Master. Now you must find something to mark me. It does not have to be at this very moment, but soon." Zack spoke, patting Cloud on the chest where he had jammed his hand into.

And just like that, Cloud Strife sold his soul to a Tasonosenshi...

A/N: Whew! Talk about a long chapter! :D Did you like it? Leave me your response or questions in the reviews and let me know what you thought! :) Hope my edits made the chapter flow much better :3

Since there's never that much to discuss in the first chapter, I bid you all farewell until the next chapter! :)

Toodles!

~Zimithrus1