Chapter VI

If they ever realise who I was, what I have done for them, to them, time will not grant them repentance. It may seem so distant, so plastic and sickeningly cheap, and yet still it holds the majesty to make me choke back the taste of something so sweetly toxic, an effete sting behind my eyes fashioned from their virginity to purloin their life's light one last time. I can't forget either first time, that hallowed eve when someone is truly yours, and will be for the eternity contained within that one surise and sunset. Then, of course, it ends.

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Of water, wings and wind, of scarred angels burned alive by love's passionate heresy I believe I may lie here until the day I die. Mother......My hands no longer shake, Serpent and Dragon threw themselves at my perron as they once did for you, their names crumbling in the ashen remains of everything they served their short lives to attain. They think they are in love, you know. Just like Kuja. Poor, confused abomination, failed son, clone and puppet of a power so much higher only we can comprehend. He knows that we are one, that his life has been a lie and that he prolongs the untruth voluntarily, because he is afraid. Mother......what fate shall befall him, this waxen silver stain upon the ragged wolf's moon tonight? The answer is clear.

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Those dark Manichees spiralling ever downward their own ovate malefiscence, voids unto themselves with nothing to offer but my soul to my other self. I saw him...it....me....they called it a general, a hero, a priest of his own bastard faith. Zidane, you offered yourself to me then also, as did Garnet, and again was she at your side, praying for me to spare you and surrender you to her ice-branded arms, to a care so sternly wrought by a pitiful, restrained lifetime of viciously enforced rules that she cannot love him as fully as I. The air tonight a milky violent, to inhale is to obey. To see all these figures transcend themselves, manes of glory, righteousness and sexually transmitted sin. Mother.......Jenova......

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Coronis

Is it wrong to believe in fanfics?

"The moon is not mistaken when it rises, nor the stars when they fall....Like the dream of a wise man, born in the morning and gone by noon, neither fantasy nor substance"

--Mareg, Grandia II