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In the beginning, there was the world and from it's womb sprung forth the Twins.
Asura, of Life, to create.
Odin, of Death, to abolish.
But Odin despised his sister for being born his twin and thus destroyed all of her creations as soon as they were birthed.
The world could not cycle and existence was stilled. And during this stillness another sprang forth from the womb of the world, containing the knowledge of both Life and Death, becoming the balance between both. Bahamut, of the Pathway.
Thus the Existent Deities became known to all as a Triad from that day to this.
~ Book of Origins, a passage from the Tome (the holy book of the Triad faith, dictated to the Prophets of Su-lah-ue)
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A white blur sprang forth from the vanished light. Odin looked up from his place atop the ninety-ninth floor, recognizing his former foe immediately. The giant body, lean and muscular, of a humanoid beast roughly three times the size of Odin himself, hovering above the skyscraper, more illumines then the moon itself against the dark sky, an ethereal hazy light gleaming off the nacre leather skin and sparse scales. Its four white-feathered wings did not flutter to keep in the air, but remained still in their outstretched form. Long black hair lined its back and the length of its tail, which was twice the length of its body. The draconian head was regally crested and finned, its' long muzzle snorted angrily.
Slits of glowing red eyes zeroed in on Odin, narrowing to suppress its burning fury. A low growl rumbled from the dragon accompanied by a snarl that flashed glinting white fangs that were sharper then any sword man could produce. Odin smiled with triumph; this was Bahamut's true form, reserved only for those who entice the full extent of his wrath. It was a moment that Odin relished, vindication for all his losses. Bahamut reduced to his truest form.
A whip-crack snap of Bahamut's tail quickly wiped the smile off Odin's lips for the briefest second, encircling it fully about the length of the building. Powerful hands gripped the edges of either side of the top floor, piercing the concrete with his spear like claws; the dragon spirit was now much closer, dangerously closer. But the two only glared at each other, neither attacked though wanting to tear at each other with every fiber of their being.
It was a grudge that lasted a long time, for the extent of both existence's. Two ruined lifetimes, both mortal and immortal. It was more then just about her, more then the thousands of innocents that were murdered due to this grudge, more then just the unraveling of their incarnations; it was about everything each stood for. Both wanting to destroy the other since the first fight but couldn't because that would break the web of existence woven about the three of them.
However, things have changed now, they are no longer what they were. Nothing left for either of them…and nothing to hold them back. This time, this moment, now would be the end of it. The suffering, the vicious cycle of violence, all the deaths they had been a part of; none of that would ever happen again. They could end it once and for all with one final fight between the two.
Odin picked up his sword in one swift movement, hoisting it over his head as he charged forth. A horse-man war cry screaming from his mouth. Bahamut roared with an earthshaking force, so loud even those below felt it. His tail tightened about the building, crushing its' length like an aluminum can under the pressure. Then in a blur pushed off the building's edge before Odin could reach him.
In one last shrill roar, Bahamut fired a powerful beam of light from his mouth, disintegrating Odin to vapors. The all consuming dragon's rage raining down on the Dynasty building, tearing down the monstrous structure in the same powerful blast that did not leave a speck of Odin left.
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The busy city of Mecka Allo seemed to still, frozen in a state of horror. People in the street had their heads tilted upwards to gape at the brightly lit being in the sky, though it was not clear about what was going on up there it was prevalent that this winged bestial creature was of a supernatural nature.
Was it God come to wreak judgment upon them all? To destroy their sin diseased city and all that inhabited it? Was this the end of the world? Some grand Apocalypse?
Some with voiceless prayers on their lips; many clung to each other for support. Never in the nearly fifty-five terms of Ghri did people so openly embraced one another, not caring for creed or family names. Young, old, poor, rich, it did not matter any longer. All that mattered was it was someone to hold them, to feel their fear with them, until the end.
An illicit gasp irrupted from the multitude, wide eyes watched as the white tail wrapped around the black tinted sides of the Dynasty HQ. The sound echoing faintly in the air of breaking glass and bending metal. The grips on one another tightened at the sight of glass and bits of concrete falling from windows and walls. Then silence, the whole city holding in their breaths waiting for what would happen next.
A mighty roar shook them all to their core, shrinking them. Some wept without seeming so, other trembled, a few wet themselves out of fear of such an unimaginable sound and sight. They watched the entire length of the Dynasty building crush under the pressure of the white tail, the snapping metal could be heard for miles. It was unreal, so much so that all who wanted to look away could not.
Light, beautiful light, with rays of blue and violet, specks of fiery orange and red. But it was only beautiful for a millisecond, beautiful until it came down upon the top of the building, beautiful until it began to consume their majestic icon.
There was a scream, then two, then a crescendo. Panic and pandemonium set in. The multitude in the streets running in mass fear, ditching their new found friends to save their own lives. Few were too shocked to move, gawking aghast as the building disintegrated, leaving only bits of the destructive light. The being that created the destruction was gone, as was the building, not even ash was left of the Dynasty HQ.
All the beautiful offices, all the chemicals and inventions, their military force and protection, all of it was gone in the blink of an eye. Dynasty was gone.
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AN: Sorry this didn't get updated till now, my puter's been sick. Okay so people here's the run down so folks don't get confused. RECAP! Ashen's the incarnation (Incarnation not Reincarnation) of Bahamut and as any good FF fan knows, Bahamut's a dragon. Ooh-Ah. Why is Bahamut a white four feather winged dragon, I thought he was a black dragon, you ask? Well call that (as well as the character design of both Asura and Odin) creative license. Bahamut's white cause Ashen's hair is white, and I wanted some sort of physical connection between the two.
Next question: If Asura's a woman and Bahamut's a dragon, and they were in love…isn't that kinda bestiality? To this I say, no not really. Bahamut's not really a dragon you could say, and Asura's not really a woman you could say. They are godly beings, so they are the same. Also for the record, Bahamut as a dragon is his most powerful from or 'truest' form, meaning he has others. This is also my creative license here; usually I have summons as a physical representation of the attitude or emotional being-ness of the character.
For example, Ahru, a character from Incarnation, his soul is that of Siren. Siren as you know is a woman with a harp that usually casts silence on enemies in FF games. This doesn't mean Ahru's a girl at heart or a transvestite. Ahru's a gentle boy with a love and talent for music, his personality fits with Siren's being. So as you can see, gender and/or species isn't a factor, only personality.
Hope this answer's questions. Thanks for reading, see ya next week for the final chapter!
