I Deserve...
By QG
He was disgusting. Dirty blond hair, chopped unevenly, watery blue eyes, and a long, golden tail completed his homely appearance. He was so vile, so dirty and grimy. He didn't even look worthy of touching me, much less being in my presence. I sneered. This was the creature who Garland had created to surpass me? This ugly, filthy wretch? I could almost laugh at the idea. I was beautiful, with pale skin, long silver hair, and a feminine, perfect body. At such a young age, I had already possessed so much power that it was overwhelming. This...Zidane was the thing that was to kill me? It wasn't even a possibility.
It had come to this. Garland was dead, and Zidane's little party was threatening to overtake me. I had to take drastic measures. I had to prove to them that I was stronger, that I held the power. I was the Angel of Death. I was Kuja. There was no question, no thought towards resistance against me. I was the original, the dark angel chosen to carry out the destruction of the world.
Now that I had achieved my trance state, I was unstoppable. Whatever little hope they had to destroying me had long faded. I rose into the air, surveying my surroundings. The Terra. My home for my entire life. This was where I had been created, as well as all the other, less worthy, Genomes. This was where he had been created. Garland had made us all here, as tools for carrying out his plans. I was sick of being used as a tool. I was going to destroy this world so no one would have the pain of being used inflicted on them ever again. No one would be created. And if no one else were created, I would never be surpassed. I would be free to become the Angel of Death, to rule with destruction in my wake. If the Terra were gone, I could be free.
I would begin with the Terra then. I gathered my power; I felt it coursing through my veins, rushing through me like fire until I released it upon the world. This! This was what I always wished to achieve! Wielding supreme power over all things! I would start my reign of darkness and destruction by destroying the place that gave me life. None would be able to overpower me.
What do you think of me now, Garland? Your beautiful Angel of Death is doing what you always wished. He is killing, causing destruction. You wanted that, didn't you? Did you think I would obey your wishes? Did you think I would let you live, let Zidane live and surpass me? Will I simply willingly let him kill me and take my place? No, I am not as stupid as you thought me to be. Your precious Zidane will be killed, just as you were.
You told me I was a mortal. Ha! Could a mortal be capable of this? Would it be possible for me to achieve what I have if I were mortal? It was a lie, to try to bring down my guard. I am not a mortal. I shall destroy everything with my heightened abilities, with my power. No one shall be able to stop me, to kill me. Not Zidane, not anyone. It will all be destroyed before it even has a chance.
I will prove that I deserve life.
By QG
He was disgusting. Dirty blond hair, chopped unevenly, watery blue eyes, and a long, golden tail completed his homely appearance. He was so vile, so dirty and grimy. He didn't even look worthy of touching me, much less being in my presence. I sneered. This was the creature who Garland had created to surpass me? This ugly, filthy wretch? I could almost laugh at the idea. I was beautiful, with pale skin, long silver hair, and a feminine, perfect body. At such a young age, I had already possessed so much power that it was overwhelming. This...Zidane was the thing that was to kill me? It wasn't even a possibility.
It had come to this. Garland was dead, and Zidane's little party was threatening to overtake me. I had to take drastic measures. I had to prove to them that I was stronger, that I held the power. I was the Angel of Death. I was Kuja. There was no question, no thought towards resistance against me. I was the original, the dark angel chosen to carry out the destruction of the world.
Now that I had achieved my trance state, I was unstoppable. Whatever little hope they had to destroying me had long faded. I rose into the air, surveying my surroundings. The Terra. My home for my entire life. This was where I had been created, as well as all the other, less worthy, Genomes. This was where he had been created. Garland had made us all here, as tools for carrying out his plans. I was sick of being used as a tool. I was going to destroy this world so no one would have the pain of being used inflicted on them ever again. No one would be created. And if no one else were created, I would never be surpassed. I would be free to become the Angel of Death, to rule with destruction in my wake. If the Terra were gone, I could be free.
I would begin with the Terra then. I gathered my power; I felt it coursing through my veins, rushing through me like fire until I released it upon the world. This! This was what I always wished to achieve! Wielding supreme power over all things! I would start my reign of darkness and destruction by destroying the place that gave me life. None would be able to overpower me.
What do you think of me now, Garland? Your beautiful Angel of Death is doing what you always wished. He is killing, causing destruction. You wanted that, didn't you? Did you think I would obey your wishes? Did you think I would let you live, let Zidane live and surpass me? Will I simply willingly let him kill me and take my place? No, I am not as stupid as you thought me to be. Your precious Zidane will be killed, just as you were.
You told me I was a mortal. Ha! Could a mortal be capable of this? Would it be possible for me to achieve what I have if I were mortal? It was a lie, to try to bring down my guard. I am not a mortal. I shall destroy everything with my heightened abilities, with my power. No one shall be able to stop me, to kill me. Not Zidane, not anyone. It will all be destroyed before it even has a chance.
I will prove that I deserve life.