Crimson, Silver and White, Violet and Gold.

What Could Be More Painful Than Death?

Final Fantasy VII belongs to its creators and Square Enix. I do not own the rights to the mentioned characters, and if I did (somehow miraculously) have the rights, the characters would have already gone insane from just associating with me.

A/N: I would like to thank CryptCreeperX for the wonderful review I received, and I love your story Wonders of the World. To ren7720, thank you for the review and about the technique, I didn't really have one when I originally wrote it, I'm more of a impulsive poetry writer if I was to label myself, I sometimes like to make them rhyme, and sometimes I just go with the flow.

Well, here's the new update, Angeal's part of the poem.

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~ Pristine as paper~

When it came to paperwork and schedules, Angeal was the more reliable of the three. He handled them efficiently and without delay. So it wasn't too much of a surprise that he was the first to see Genesis' MIA status. The first emotion that came was disbelief, Genesis was the strongest magic caster he knew, there was no way that his friend could have been taken down easily. It was from that day forth he watched his paperwork like a hawk, waiting for any news about the first person he could truly call his friend.

~Caring like a mother~

Angeal was always the more compassionate of the Holy Trinity (the title that the public had so 'graciously' bestowed upon them), always the one to break up Genesis and Sephiroth's scuffles. The other SOLDIER's would always go to him if they had doubts, questions or simply needed someone to talk to. (Shinra was too stingy to hire therapists). So when he had to abandon the young man, who had against all odds made him feel like a proud parent, it was in his mind, the first step he took towards his damnation.

~Rough, guarded defences, once past you've been accepted~

If Genesis was the hot headed drama queen, and Sephiroth the cold icy prince, then Angeal was the strict yet compassionate king. If SOLDIER's proved themselves to be trustworthy and caring about the other's in their division, that was all it took for Angeal to regularly check up on their progress, a large group of acquaintances that soon became his comrades in arms. To see them defecting and becoming copies of his oldest friend tore at his heart until it was nothing more than a stuttering lump of blood and muscle. Every breath he took was torture as he watched them die, but nothing would compare to the absolute agony he felt as he stuck down those who had once called him comrade.

~Condemned by his fate, pure unmarked feathers~

The idea of angels had always intrigued Angeal, they were so close to humans except for the pure white wings that separated them from being called mere mortals. Something that was out of his reach, the idea of being free from the chains that bound him from the harsh reality of man. But the moment those wings unfurled from his back, he realised how ironic the situation was. He craved to be an angel, but the moment he attained what he had wanted all along, he didn't want it anymore. What he gained in becoming a being that lived outside the cruelty of humanity, was not worth the sacrifices he had to make in order to become a winged guardian.

~Sense of honour and dreams unwavering~

Honour and dreams, a lecture he was well known for. If one was to ask what morals Angeal valued the most, it would be those two. The rare times someone asked him to explain why honour and dreams were what he valued the most, Angeal would be glad to clarify why he cherished them most of all. And yet here he was, abandoning his honour as he deserted Shinra, his friend, his student, his comrades. His dreams were all but shattered, knowing that his demise was soon approaching drew those ideas to a stuttering halt, becoming whimsical thoughts that he soon discarded, all except for one.

~The one with compassion, the first who died~

Death had always been on Angeal's mind, being a SOLDIER on the front lines he would be an idiot to not have that thought stowed away in his brain. Many had died already in the war, being enhanced didn't matter when facing an enemy that was backed into a corner. Human's fight or flight instincts tended to rear its ugly head at those times (hence the anti – Shinra monsters). Angeal always thought he would die in the line of duty, but sadly it was not to be. Handing his sword to Zack, the symbol of his honour and dreams, was the hardest experience of his life, not even the harsh SOLDIER training could compare. Yet his death was peaceful, almost pleasant as he joined the Lifestream.

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Angeal had believed the hardest thing he would have to face would occur in his lifetime, but had never thought it would happen after his death.

He couldn't help but scream at Genesis in vain, knowing he would not hear those desperate pleas as his old friend taunted Sephiroth, who Angeal could tell was barely hanging onto his sanity by a thread.

He watched in anguish as the proud man fell prey to madness, Nibelhelm burning was the price of his rage.

Horror coursed through his veins as his beloved student was dragged into darkness, four whole years before that face saw the surface again.

Praying and hoping that Zack would make it back to Midgar to meet his lover once again, forced to a halt with the city looming on the horizon.

Nothing could compare to the heart – wrenching misery as his student was gunned down, so close to his goal only to find his actions were in vain . . .

And as he held out his hand to greet his student, his son, a proud smile on his face for protecting his friend till the end, that dream Angeal had held onto for so long broke, as easily as the stained glass window of his youth had been, decorated with the angels he had so longed to meet.

The dream that Zack would live on, enjoying his life to the fullest . . .

And here he thought nothing could be more painful than death.

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The white winged angel watches over his loved ones, unable to stop them from being torn apart by the cruelty of human greed. He can do nothing, only pray that they live and survive, yet it all was for naught.

All he can do is welcome one of them as they join him in the afterlife.

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A/N: I thought that Sephiroth's would be the hardest to write, but in fact it turned out that Angeal's was the worst one so far in this poetic series. It was hard to not cry as I wrote the second half, imaging that Angeal had to watch Genesis cut that last thread of sanity that Sephiroth had, seeing Nibelhelm burn and Zack falling into Hojo's hands, and then seeing his student die when he was so close to Midgar . . .

The pain he must have felt when Zack joined him in the Lifestream, trying to smile so that Zack wouldn't know he had seen everything . . .

I'm tearing up right now as I'm writing this!

Well, thanks for reading this and please tell me what you think!

LiulfrLokison out! TT_TT