Demons
A Final Fantasy VII Fanfiction by efli riLvcuE
So, it finally comes to this. Face to face after all these years. The final bastard spawn of an alien and Hojo. But now you want to take over the world. Destroy everything. Be a God. How like your father, though he tried to conquer the world with science, but you are doing it with something that always succeeds when science fails. Magic, and the knowledge of how to use it.
But, like your father, you are only a pawn for something far greater than yourself. And she is what we really must destroy today. But…have I got that right? The essence of that monster flows in my veins as well, and even now I can feel it's seductive call, waiting for me to give in in the heat of battle.
We are alike we two, too alike. How can a demon say whether another should live? My sins…the greatest of them is letting you become this. I failed in that as in too many things. But perhaps the only way to make amends is to stop you. Stop you from carrying out your father's legacy. Stop you from falling even further into the abyss. Stop you from becoming what your mother feared, becoming like that beast whose corpse lies bloated and cold many miles above us.
'Sephiroth is dead, Lucrecia'. It's true. The Sephiroth she knew, the Sephiroth I gave my soul to protect…he died five years ago, after finding the truth out about himself. Those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first drive mad. And maybe the gods do wish him to destroy. But what do demons care for the plans of gods?
So, as you bellow out your final challenge, the sound of fear making your voice quake, I realise I have no choice. Mercy? Pity? I feel all these things, but I suppress them. After all, what do demons know of pity? And maybe killing you, killing a demon, will free me, finally, and provide...redemption?
Is it impossible for a demon to find a way back into heaven?
A Final Fantasy VII Fanfiction by efli riLvcuE
So, it finally comes to this. Face to face after all these years. The final bastard spawn of an alien and Hojo. But now you want to take over the world. Destroy everything. Be a God. How like your father, though he tried to conquer the world with science, but you are doing it with something that always succeeds when science fails. Magic, and the knowledge of how to use it.
But, like your father, you are only a pawn for something far greater than yourself. And she is what we really must destroy today. But…have I got that right? The essence of that monster flows in my veins as well, and even now I can feel it's seductive call, waiting for me to give in in the heat of battle.
We are alike we two, too alike. How can a demon say whether another should live? My sins…the greatest of them is letting you become this. I failed in that as in too many things. But perhaps the only way to make amends is to stop you. Stop you from carrying out your father's legacy. Stop you from falling even further into the abyss. Stop you from becoming what your mother feared, becoming like that beast whose corpse lies bloated and cold many miles above us.
'Sephiroth is dead, Lucrecia'. It's true. The Sephiroth she knew, the Sephiroth I gave my soul to protect…he died five years ago, after finding the truth out about himself. Those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first drive mad. And maybe the gods do wish him to destroy. But what do demons care for the plans of gods?
So, as you bellow out your final challenge, the sound of fear making your voice quake, I realise I have no choice. Mercy? Pity? I feel all these things, but I suppress them. After all, what do demons know of pity? And maybe killing you, killing a demon, will free me, finally, and provide...redemption?
Is it impossible for a demon to find a way back into heaven?