ok ,this is just a random thing that crossed my mind…I really should learn to control my muse….I should finsish one story before I start a new one….lol.
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I had often wondered how I would react to seeing him again. The smug look of his youth has been taken of his delicate features once and for all. Nothing he can do will ever recapture it. Nothing will wipe the sin from his life. He will be forever reminded of his failure to protect the one he loved.
For that I am proud. I took something that was his after he stole what was rightfully mine. MY Lucrecia.
However, I sense something from him. Not the hatred that I seem to deserve but something else. I can't quite place it but I feel like I will find out.
He avoided eye contact with me as he boarded the airship. I was rather surprised. For a walking corpse, he looks like he is in good health. The scars I gave him, healing nicely. Perhaps I should talk to him? Ask him how he is doing?
Not bloody likely, he would rather rip out my throat and tear out my heart. Then, with my last breath, I would see him tower over me, his raven hair flying in the wind and the look of disgust filling the young features. He reminds me of Sephiroth, the shape of his nose, the eyes and how delicately his features angered.
The words…I wonder what he will say when he kills me. It's not a question of if. It's one of when. He will never allow my life to continue, I can hear his thoughts turning as he mulls over the ways of my death. I know how it will be but I'm not saying.
He stays with the uneducated blonde pilot that created this bucket of bolts that we're in. where ever the blonde goes, he's sure to follow. Just like he did with us. I think the young Valentine is in love. I'll have to change that…but i don't have time. Time…i will nev
I see that the lion creature I had locked in a cell is also with them. Hate is all I can see in it's good eye. It seems that all I inspire in people is hate.
People very rarely appreciate true genius in their time.
As I watch him, I see him sneak a look at the blonde. Ahh, that's what it is…it is love. Though it is still not what I feel from him.
He locks eyes with me, the look is surprisingly pleasant. Perhaps he doesn't see me…then he gives me one of the coldest smiles I will ever see.
I know then what it is I've been feeling.
The demon I created…the most powerful one. More so than Chaos is slowly being awakened. It's biding it's time though. Waiting for the day it will break free from it's small human confines
I will not be alive to see it's birth though.
Pity.
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Come on kids, I think we all know who was talking there. Kinda a prologue to a story I think, I can almost hear it scream for a sequel and I promise, I think I might do one. Anyhow, enjoy this five minute quickie. Oh, also names for the new evil demon of vinnie's would be very welcomed!