Epilogue
One month later, the day after full moon.
Gogo looked up from the book he was reading when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," he said.
Cyan showed up in the door, and behind him was Setzer.
"Well?" the mimic asked and stood up, "did it work?"
The gambler and the swordsman nodded.
"I came straight from Figaro," Setzer reported, "the cult went right into your trap."
He pursed his mouth, and Gogo understood.
"How many killed themselves?" the mimic tiredly asked.
"Many," Setzer grimly said, "but a lot got caught too. Edgar hopes that at least a few will regain their sanity if they just get out of the large group, so he's been placing them alone in every cell available in the castle. Doma and South Figaro will also take some. At least they'll never get a chance to bother us again."
"I do hope so," Gogo said with a bitter smile, "because even if they could fall for it again I fear that I'll turn mad too if I ever put up that show again."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"So, any brighter news?" he asked.
Both the two other men's grave faces cracked up with broad smiles.
"Indeed," Cyan said, and Setzer sent a small card dashing through the air into the elbow rest of Gogo's armchair.
The mimic took the card and looked at it.
"My, my, my…" he mumbled, smiling, "so there really will be a double wedding…"
He stood up.
"Then let's go, my friends. Can't have those twins and their brides waiting for their guests, now can we?"
"Personally I believe they don't give a straw about if we show up or not," Setzer grinned as they walked through the corridor to find Cid, "they're about to go totally crazy for each other. They'll get married even if none of us make it in time."
"Then we better hurry," Cyan smiled, "I would never get over the shame of not being present at Sir Sabin and king Edgar's weddings…"
"Go figure…" Gogo chuckled, "a pity I don't have any more proper clothes."
"We have curtains in this castle too," the swordsman of the three pointed out with a rare laugh.
"Don't push me, my friend."
Half an hour later the Falcon rose to the skies above Doma, and began soaring southwards.
The sun shone through the few clouds on the sky and reflected in the propellers of the airship. It also shone on the silent, empty tower in the east and on the abandoned plains and bare plateaus where the madmen had been walking not to long ago. The only creatures now dwelling around there were birds, building their nests in the rooms of the tower and close to the caves leading into the labyrinth. But no creature was foolish enough to enter the darkness, by instincts knowing that it wasn't safe.
The worshippers were gone, and in the future only the dark tower rising in the valley would remind the people of the worlds of the evil that once had been dwelling above them.
In a future of peace.
The end
I'm working on a spin-off to these two fics, which I'll start posting soon hopefully. I'm currently working on four fics at once, but two of them will soon be done so it's alright.
Now for a teaser… the spin-off takes place within the game and will be slightly AU, as it's based on what could have happened if Kefka/Kerr had not gone mad on the floating continent. And if Gogo had a chance to reach out to his brother… *evil laugh* Be afraid.
The title is Alternate fates.