Disclaimer: Since it must be so, All characters and elements from the FF7 universe belong to their respectful owners. All Original characters are mine.
In this chapter, I will mainly concentrate on setting the characters and the catalyst for the main story.
Hope you enjoy, feel free to review please. Your opinion is welcome.
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What Hell is all about
There it laid, a stain of black ink on a perfectly white canvas.
The man's spirit was too strong and would always refuse to be absorb into the Lifestream and disappear forever. Even after it's third defeat, the creature that threaten all life , that terrible fiend, still wouldn't give up. It only grew blacker, letting the anger and hatred eat away at what was left of its existence. It let humiliation and sorrow destroy the last of its being and corrupted his will to the core. Now imprisoned by spiritual boundaries by the Goddess herself, frustration was making it even stronger and even more destructive.
The last of the Cetra knew this. She could feel it all over this spiritual land, crying its spite and agony to the point of turning the endless field of flowers into barren wastelands.
And yet, despite all, she wished to help it. Yes, she wished to free him from this curse for his and all sake. She also knew, however, that she couldn't do it herself. Unlike the many lost souls she had guided to loose themselves to the collective consciousness, this one would always stay apart from the rest of the Planet's blood. She could never break it apart. Even in peace, his would always be something beyond the souls and pride of mortal men and animals. This one would always stand out, in this world or the other. Stand out as a...
''A God...?''
The women turned toward her friend as he spoke.
''My friend, if only you could remember the hero of legends you once was...'' Zack said as he walked away
The barrier was weakening and anytime now it would break apart, unleashing a Demon far stronger than before. By trying to contain it, the ruling empress of the lifestream had only fed his grudge. Nevertheless, the Goddess wasn't about to give up, her divine wisdom had dicided on the fallen angel's fate. She would trap him again, but this time on the surface with the ''living''. Where the physical world is. She would imprison him in the flesh once more, thus preventing him from poisoning the life blood of the Planet once more. However, it would'n be the body he had always inhabit. The form that was now essence of so many horroe filled stories.
No, she would ensure that he did not cause any more destruction.
But most importantly, that he would have a chance. A chance to find himself again. The young flower maiden was right, after all, nobody could help him...beside himself. After all that had happen, all the tragedies each and everyone had to overcome, it was finally his turn to settle the past and remember what he was meant to be. Grasp an old memory that would obliverate his bliding fury to finally let the Hero of legends live again.
The last of the Cetra and the other two souls who kept in her company could finally, in a long time, feel that menacing presence diminish, on it's way not to oblivion, however, but to a second life. All trusted the judgment of the Goddess.
Yes, this Hero had to shine once more.
Author's notes: Not to cheesy I hope. I promise the rest of the story will have a little more action and development.