Disclaimer: I don't own FY.

Warnings: General violence, some angst…well, a lot of angst. It's what I'm best at. I love this story, it's just hard to know what's next, even I don't know until suddenly, in the middle of the night, I'll think 'That's it!!! Holy cow!!!' ^^' No citrus in this chapter…sorry guys…

Chiri: It's kinda cool bein' seme for once, no da!!! (that's why I love Moonraven's fics, no da, heh heh)

Tas: *grrrr* We'll just see about that!!!! *pounces*

You two are incorrigible, really…but onward!

I am sorry.

I am so sorry. But this cannot continue. I cannot allow this further. There are other things occupying my mind, other callings to which I must go and, I fear, you must not follow any longer.

So now, sleep, sweet child, don't forget me, don't remember…this night. Let it slip from your memory as quietly as feathers, gently falling from the heavens, and may it dissipate entirely, for your sake. May you sleep unhindered by the cares I now carry, heavy are they…and yet, gratifying, intensely…I know what I must do…what I was born for…

And how I wish my existence could be for you alone, to satisfy you, love you, hold you; but it cannot be, for the wind is changing, and so must the worlds surrounding this one. I will end it; I will destroy all; I will preserve your world at the cost of my own life, child. The night is whispering, coaxing me onward, and…

I gaze down at his limp form, thin marble arms strewn lifelessly against the darkening earthen floor, his lovely, disturbing countenance, features smoothly drawn into dreams, pleasant and flowing, tears faintly outlined in the harsh light from the moon. I carefully lift his ashen body to mine, embracing coldly his pliant, wilted frame; wrapping him gently in his chestnut robes, so he won't feel the sudden chill, I place him delicately on his bed, nuzzling his supple neck with my face, taking in the deeply fragrant scent of his humanity. Oh, something like wild flowers, and the autumn wind, something strangely mystical, unexplainable…I pick up my own distinct aroma as well, and am disgusted; discarding his body, I walk out into the sheer dark luminosity of the midnight hour.

I rise up; the wind carries me effortlessly, dark magic swelling and heaving tremulously, sparking magnetic fire, streaks of iridescent blue falling to the earth below. Tears are coursing down my visage tirelessly, he pain is still so new…It…had been so long, since one touched me so…and it was never like that…never filled with the undeterminable love my child so endows upon me…it was always dark…and the blood, spilling out of my mouth…

No.

It is the same. He has, in his own way, betrayed what we once had…he gave up that fine fight for control over the body and took me. I permitted it, it is true…but…unwillingly enough. Perhaps it meant more to me that he should be happy, than to observe the common rules of science and nature. His sheer innocence, what I adored, so loved, is now slowly fading into a gray fire, one of the mediocre style of living…he has become just like those who would take from me…who have…taken…!!

I soar above even the clouds, anger billowing from my structure in a thick red aura, screaming through the wind, glistening rays of lightning showering forth from my mouth. I desire…I desire the mountain to fall. I want to crush, destroy, terminate all. I wish to plunder the perfection of the aelvin world with both of my fists, and devour the remainder of this human one with the flames pouring unendingly from my eyes. I feel a hard throb in my breast, a astoundingly sharp rhythm, pounding with terrible rage, consuming me gradually, undulating in a unfed passion…

And your little world, child, I shall keep safe in the palm of my hand…I shall always watch you, I shall keep it safe within the folds of my horrible power…Your phairies, your green rolling hills, your little earthen abode, the tumultuous waterfall and the cool lake…you will have these things, and the world around them shall die.

Howling, screaming out my anguish, energy emanating from me in fluctuating spirals, I gingerly lower myself to the dark mountain's peak, charged with electric animosity, reaching my vacillating hands into the deep brown soil, gripping, squeezing, tears running into it, the color of vermilion, causing the earth beneath me to quake with fear. It feels me, my pain; it knows. Excruciatingly, I pulse out the power innate within, shaking the very trees from their roots, and they fall…oh, they fall, tremendous as they are, crashing down helplessly at my whim, splitting into a thousand pieces…Tiny, weakening spirits, cry out, wings crushed beneath and betwixt the branches, shots of dusky color radiantly lighting up the sky as they disappear into the nothingness from whence they first came.

Thunderous is the sound: it racks the very heavens, clouds stirring up, fomenting as for a great storm…I tear my nails along my bare chest, dripping my black blood along the stones rigidly erect from the mountainside, and it devours, as acid, the very elements, burning as an unseen fire, both smokeless and flameless, voices calling out in terror as I continue my vengeance. I watch them fly up into the sky, falling to pieces as they do, wings gently brushing my face and body, I reach out and crush them in my hands…

Upwards, into the surrounding, thickening clouds, I clench my fists; and down, down it falls, a deep rumbling, then deafening shrieks as it gives way to nothing, a soft molten heap of rubble and stone, dried branches and debris, the mountain which sang with life ,not so long ago, is now a memory in the minds of the remaining sprites…they weep heedlessly, smallish voices contorted with anguish, despair, at my undoing…at the collapse of this unloving deity.

I silence them with a mere wave of my shaking hands, their bodies sliced cleanly through, then dissipating into the soundless night…the flickering lights go out; the world they once cherished, the world they once knew…I have been rid of it.

Staring into the vast sky above me, I cry out my victory, to those who can still hear me, to those dwelling in the unknown…

This power is delicious….and it desires, more than anything, to be fed, continuously…it rages, it ravishes my body with it's undeterminable need…and I long to give it what it needs…

And now…now, it is your turn. You fools.

Did you think your crystalline walls would never be vanquished? Did you presume that life would always be your gift, and throughout the eternities you would exist? Will not your downfall be of your own creation, you obstinate ones, you deaf to the cries of the tortured, you who, above all, feel nothing…

But feel this you shall…

See that I shall be your destruction…I waft further into the skies, now a much deeper shade of black, resonating with my newfound and terrifying powers. I feel it engorged around me, growing ever steadily as I rise to that damnable place, my eyes alight with a burning sensation. Black and red flames spew from my mouth and nostrils, my hair standing fully on end from the energy I feel coursing through my veins…this pure, unadulterated power…forging with my mind a steely suit of armor, dark as the raven's wing, that is how they shall know me…no messenger of light, to carry them softly into their demise, but one of heavy, brutal darkness…It will be covered with the blood of the high ones. My joy permeates me.

The white walls are as I remember them, sheer yet unquestioningly strong, upholding the millennia reign of the ljosalfar. Untainted, clean; but that all will end this night. This night…

I give a shrill call, crumbling the ramparts, smoldering with the sound of my voice alone. As they burn lightly away, I see a thousand, no, more, much more, glowing white forms surround me, swords forged from the very stars themselves, eyes a droll grating gray, pupil less, deriding. The sky is orange, foreboding.

I am ready.

Come at me! You, you who have made me thus!!

Fool, a familiar voice ascends, how dare you avenge yourself on the ones who preserved you alive.

I remember that I would have rather died…than suffered the torture of loneliness…and the pain forced upon me… I open my palm and emit fire and sulfur towards them, which is quickly eaten up by a dulling light, attempting to consume me as well. I fight against it, shrieking loud, pushing it back with my own dark power, billowing out, at full volume, engulfing us.

I shall be the end of your rule… heaving, grasping thinly for breath, I shall end this terrible race tonight, both you and the Dark Ones shall recede into fanciful lore alone…

You are weak. You shall not conclude our lives thus.

I SHALL END THIS WORLD!! Screaming above the rapid winds, pulling at my form mercilessly, I surge upon them all I have, bitter, rancid, consuming, blackened ash and lava spilling out of my eyes and mouth onto their squirming, tumultuous bodies, overpowering them, bringing them to there willowy knees in agony. Black lightning rains from my hands and body into them, tearing apart those gleaming, holy bodies effortlessly, the pure, clear blood splashing up in waves….

Heartlessly, I lower myself among them, pushing their age old structures down with my own hands, crumbling them in my clenched fists, into a fine white powder. Do you understand now…Do you see what must course through time…. I close my dreadful eyes, sealing back the horrific fire, feeling the inert,pallid bodies slump magnificently to the shining diamond floors…Oh, what joy!!!

Opening them fully, I observe the destruction, licking my lips. I taste their blood upon me, a sweet flavor, like the waters of some unknown heaven…

The great ljosalfar city is but plunder. The great crystal walls have been shaken from their foundation, and melted down. The placid, illuminated towers are nothing both ashes, falling from the cavernous sky, and silence is the voice that greets me.

Bodies lay strewn, eyes open wide from shock, now lost is even the faint gray iris; only the wide, white orb remains. Piles of snow, wet with clear, sparkling blood, is all it appears to be. The essential throb of life which, at one time, seemed to be all and everything here, has now ceased. The sky has grown dark, the color of an insatiable fire…pale black, littered with deep mahogany, and I pick slowly, laboriously, through the heaps of pure flesh…

She doesn't seem to be here. She must have escaped before I let loose the fires of hell from my very person.

…No matter, I shall seek her out. She cannot hide anymore, she cannot be elusive, as she once was, absorbed in the shadows, transparent in the light…

I ransack the Great Hall, or what once was, for now it is all but a pile of rubble, looking for some memento of her stealth…that sword, that sword made solely for my destruction, or did she take it with her? I glance about; my eyes meet with nothing except the endless white.

You shall not escape me…although you think you do, I shall not permit it…even as I cursed this land to fall, and so it was fulfilled…so you, oh queen, shall…

Sunlight filters through the sky, the faint, glowing, soft lights filling the air…and I long for my child, my love…And in dreams, perhaps, he is content, his sweet expression fixed in a smile for all the eternities a moment can hold…

I know, now, returning to him, with this new power, would certainly kill him. His frail human body could not survive even the gentlest touch, the softest caress. He would disintegrate, his eye filled with acceptance...knowing that this is what I truly am…

Feel them sliding coolly down my jaw, dripping shamelessly to the earth below, I wonder, I wonder if the skies will darken…with this rain…

0.0 Hwoo!! That was almost unbearable to write!! Mostly because finding the right music for such scenes is a trial in itself….

Chiri: What happened to me, na no da? -.0'

Tas: I ate your liver…

Chiri: -.0 He didn't really, no da….did he?

C'mon, what do you think I am?

Tas & Chiri: A sick demented and evil fan girl..?

' Review!!