Written for Lamia's Daily Speed-writing Competition
Prompt - [fandom] Final Fantasy
When shadows fall and darkness casts its veil upon the earth, the world will wither and die, destroyed by the heartless angel while his dark queen sleeps. All is lost, no hope, no dreams, no lasting remnant of the light that was once the salvation of the earth.
Even now, as Bellatrix slipped away into the peaceful abyss of slumber, she thought she could still hear them screaming, counting bodies like sheep as she let her mind wander over the vast expanse of her dreams.
Her dreams showed her the world they would build together. When the tower rose towards the heavens, she would be there, standing beside him as they knelt at his feet, chanting his name in mindless unison beneath a sky that burned with the flames of Hell. The stars would fall, and a crimson hue would paint the horizon, like blood spilled across the earth and skies. They would call his name, they would worship her heartless angel.
She would sit beside him on the throne, a twisted smile on her lips as she watched them kneel before him. Those who refused would be slaughtered mercilessly, without regret or remorse. She would make sure they followed his orders, her wicked laughter filling the air as their blood poured in trailing streams upon the earth.
Her laughter, and his, that mad cackle that escaped his lips as he watched his victims die. He delighted in death and decay, in pain and suffering. He would laugh, putting his arm around her and smiling as he turned to her and said, "Remember darling, you can't spell 'slaughter' without 'laughter'."
Only her dreams would survive, as the dreams of others turned to dust, fading into nothingness on the wind. She would rule beside him, the queen in a new world.
"You are precious to me," said Kefka, wiping the blood off her cheek then licking his fingers clean. "So precious. You're the only one who understands, who sees the world for what it truly is, as a lost cause with nothing left in it worth saving."
"Nothing?" she murmured, barely hearing his words as sleep envelops her mind, her head resting against his chest as she slipped further into a world of dreams, where she can see the future that awaits them.
"Nothing, Bella, except you," he said, his voice echoing in her mind, passing through the barrier of sleep to softly whisper in her ear.
He brought her to the the Imperial Palace, taking her to a room in the back and placing her on a bed with royal blue sheets. She shifted slightly in her sleep, his name escaping her lips in a breath that spoke of her longing for him.
She was truly beautiful. His dark queen, a goddess in her own right, the likes of which none could compare. He held his hands over her, a pale white light flowing from his fingertips as he magically healed the wounds she sustained in battle. The light was absorbed into her body, restoring her strength and repairing the damage done to her during the war.
"Sleep, my queen," he said, as the light began to fade. "And when you awaken from your slumber, I will show you a world of my own design."
He turned and walked out onto one of the many balconies overlooking the world below. A warm wind was rising from the east, tugging at the feather in his hair as he looked towards the horizon. There were shades of pale crimson and dusty rose blending with the midnight blue and blackened hues, as the sun rose to wash away the night.
This would be the final dawn the world would ever see.
The earth began to tremble as Kefka raised his hands towards the sky, summoning the magic he had collected from the fallen espers and the Warring Triad, drawing it out and letting it course through his veins. He felt their powder pulsing in his heart, surging through his blood. He was a god, he was a demon, he was a heartless angel, and this world belonged to him.
Fragments of stones and heaping mounds of earth began to rise into the air. He summoned earth and stones, iron and steel, pulling them from the depths of the world below to build a tower all his own. He summoned the remains of ruined cities, bricks and wood, broken bits of plaster and shattered shards of glass, magically shaping it to form his tower of destruction.
The wind began to rise, ruffling the feathers on his wings. His laughter rose above the wind as violent tremors shook the earth.
He summoned machinery and great sheets of steel, drawing in the remains of Vector as the tower grew, and the efforts of his magic began to warp the world around him, swirling the earth into a pattern of spirals, with blades of grass and twisted boulders leaning in the direction of the newly created tower.
This was just a small example of how Kefka could twist the world, bending and shaping it, until the outer world matched the gnarled depths of his inner mind. And it was only the beginning, for his madness would soon spread throughout the land, like a plague upon the earth, until everything he touched reeked of his sickness, and the warm, ripe scent of death and decay flowed freely on the wind.
When the tower was complete, rising hundreds of feet into air, Kefka paused to admire his new creation. A smile spread across his lips. His tower was complete, but his work was far from done, for he would need beasts, great demons from Hell and monsters born of the flames of destruction, to guard the tower and the precious treasure that lie within.
He began by summoning dragons, calling them to him as the earth began to shake once more. The first that came had bodies like serpents, Fiend Dragons, with scales of bronze, manes of silver, and eyes that gleamed like garnets. Next came the Golden Dragon, his footsteps thundering across the earth as lightning followed in his wake. The Skull Dragon came last, his twisted, skeletal form burrowing through the earth at great speeds, as he and his fellow dragons raced towards to tower.
The Skull Dragon burst from the ground, a thunderous roar escaping his massive jaws, his claws scraping at the rocks and debris that littered the ground for miles. As he crawled out of the cavernous hole left behind in the earth, lightning forked and flared in the sky, as the Golden Dragon's cries rent the air like thunder.
They were coming, two of the eight dragons of legend, surrounded by a plethora of monstrous beasts, all howling and screeching in a cacophony of wild, ominous cries. Great behemoths, primeval dragons, and Vector chimeras, all joining at the base of the tower as Kefka's wicked laughter filled the air.
The Warring Triad joined the herd of ferocious beasts and dragons, for they too were under his control. They stationed themselves at various points along the paths within the tower, ready to unleash their wrath upon all who trespassed within the halls of Kefka's tower.
Kefka laughed, watching as the creatures he'd summoned swarmed the tower. Bellatrix would be safe here, as he left to claim the world for his own. They would protect her, following his commands and keeping watch over her while she slept.
The skies were growing dark once more, as bruised and blackened clouds filled the skies. The earth shuddered beneath his feet, as though it were able to sense the approaching cataclysm. The delicate balance that once held together the fabric of the world had begun to crumble, with earthquakes and fire consuming the land.
But here in his tower she would be safe, untouched by the horrors brought to life by Kefka's nightmarish creations. He took one last look at the tower, then rose into the air, heading back to the ruins of Hogwarts. He would finish their war for them, then let his wrath cloak the earth in everlasting darkness, as he became the god of this new world.