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P.S. If you've read these poems and stories in this Fan Fic, I suggest R&R(ing) my other work, "The Silver Redemption". It corresponds to these poems and stories. Thanks.
Death
I remember the seconds slipping away like the sands in my hourglass of life. As I supposedly walked into the crater of my oblivion, it would be only a matter of time before my puppet found me. He would break my hold upon his mind; cast aside the strings as the puppet defies its puppet master. He would fight me with his only remaining emotion, revenge. I have taken so much from him and the inferior race on this Planet; it will soon be my time of atonement.
My plan to be a God was perfect, the only power greater than mine was that of the Immortals that promised the Godhood to me. I did not trust the Immortals; they had all the power in the World of the living and dead, immortal and mortal. Yet, even I fell victim to the religion of the Immortals, and in doing so was promised ultimate power. I walked and descended to my rightful place in the Northern Crater, to wait for my last confront with a band of mortals that wished to rid the Planet of my existence. I am not worried.
The curse of Masamune has changed into a nightmare. No longer do I only see the dead I have killed, but I see the changes in time and the hourglass of each life slowly diminishing. It torments me, I look at each fiend as I pass them unthreatening, their lives will end once my puppet meets them. But the thing that I fear the most is, I do not see my own hourglass in the sands of time, I am not present. I do not know where or when my death will be issued, of this I am afraid. But even in death I will still wait for my promised power.
As I wait for my final battles in front of the imprisoned Holy, I sense the presence of the mortals of whom I will have to fight. I sense the battles above my head; I see the souls of the fiends being extinguished by the blades and weapons of my opponents. I see even the presence of Jenova, my 'mother'. She waits for anything to challenge her ultimate form and power, but I see her death, her sand in the hourglass for her life is almost diminished completely. It will be soon.
I see the armies of Shinra surrounding 'my' foe; three of them descend to find Jenova, not expecting her of course. They fight her gallantly and are triumphant. As her soul dies, I feel her power transcending the barriers of life to merge with mine. I will be even stronger now; I welcome the new power without the slightest of thought.
All of them fall into the blinding light of the Lifestream and find me waiting for them. My power is far out of their league, yet, they continue to struggle forward, continue to stress the matters at hand. The blonde puppet speaks to me, calls me forth, I do not heed his words. As I warped the surroundings around them to as I saw fit, they gathered teams and decided to fight me. I dare not disappoint them now.
In the darkness I felt the pulsating power of Jenova inside of my blood. I felt the pleasure of my mutation. My mass increased as I assumed the form of Bizzaro Sephiroth. My legs were the first to mutate, they merged into a giant stalk and my waist became a massive sphere. My torso and arms expanded, allowing room for the massive muscle that formed. My hands grew slim, and flatten and became finlike.
I felt the blood rush to my head as it mutated as well, it caused me much agony. My ears hardened and became long curved horns. My hair transpired into a long tentacle and grew a faint blue-green. The most hideous part of my mutation had to have been my extra body. Forth from my scalp grew the torso of my human body, my arms merged with my torso and my hair became yet another tentacle. When I was finished I exhaled with a sigh of relief, the darkness cleared and my foes were able to see the fruits of my pain.
Even though they feared my power, their bravery took control of their fear and they fought against my mighty power. My puppet began to break the strings of my control here; he used a mighty Eidolon against me, one from the dark ages. Twelve knights attacked me all simultaneously, and then the king of the knights struck me down with a mighty sword known as Excalibur. My body shivered, and I fell backward in defeat. My body became a transparent red shape as I disappeared into the darkness.
I changed their surroundings once more, I took them into a mighty void and there I became Safer Sephiroth. My power was far stronger in this state as in the Bizzaro form. I floated in the void upon six magnificent wings that formed from my legs. My right arm was replaced with a mighty scythe, and two massive halos were suspended behind me. My hair was white and my eyes blue. I'd like to see them defeat me now.
Even as they attacked, I felt no pain. They did not hurt me; they could not dent my power in the slightest bit. Even the Dark Age Eidolon was unable to pierce my barrier. I launched several fatal attacks, such as my 'Pale Horse' and 'Shadow Flare'. But they were so determined to defeat me; it did little damage to their pride. I decided they weren't worth fighting and unleashed the mightiest Eidolon of them all, 'Super Nova'.
Even as the heavens themselves shattered, their pride and determination did not. Only one of them survived the fight conscious. My blonde puppet defeated me with a mighty slash with his sword, the Ultima Weapon. As I fell in defeat the illusion around me shattered with my body. They were safely on the ground in the bottom of the Crater. They thought they were victorious and decided to leave, but my puppet knew better. He felt my presence and dove into the void and found me waiting for him, alone.
I was in my mortal body; I was more powerful in this form than any other. I fought him with the last of my power. It was here he cast down my strings of power and fought like a true warrior. He unleashed the ultimate attack, 'Omnislash'. As he drew close to me with the blade of the Ultima Weapon, I felt a change in my soul. I lost all my power and was defenseless.
The Immortals had taken what power I had and given it to my puppet. He became the puppet master and I the puppet. He struck me down with his sword as the puppet master might throw his puppet into the furnace. I dropped the fabled Masamune as I lost all nerve feeling in my body. I looked upon my chest as blood dripped from my wounds. I fell back into the darkness and entered the World of Souls.
"You Immortals thought you could destroy my promised power in death, all you worthless fools managed to do is change the rules. I will gain my power, and the first thing I'll do is pass Judgment upon your unworthy souls. The wrath of the One Winged Angel never ceases, never can be diminished. I am the Chosen."
"Death"
P.S. If you've read these poems and stories in this Fan Fic, I suggest R&R(ing) my other work, "The Silver Redemption". It corresponds to these poems and stories. Thanks.
Death
I remember the seconds slipping away like the sands in my hourglass of life. As I supposedly walked into the crater of my oblivion, it would be only a matter of time before my puppet found me. He would break my hold upon his mind; cast aside the strings as the puppet defies its puppet master. He would fight me with his only remaining emotion, revenge. I have taken so much from him and the inferior race on this Planet; it will soon be my time of atonement.
My plan to be a God was perfect, the only power greater than mine was that of the Immortals that promised the Godhood to me. I did not trust the Immortals; they had all the power in the World of the living and dead, immortal and mortal. Yet, even I fell victim to the religion of the Immortals, and in doing so was promised ultimate power. I walked and descended to my rightful place in the Northern Crater, to wait for my last confront with a band of mortals that wished to rid the Planet of my existence. I am not worried.
The curse of Masamune has changed into a nightmare. No longer do I only see the dead I have killed, but I see the changes in time and the hourglass of each life slowly diminishing. It torments me, I look at each fiend as I pass them unthreatening, their lives will end once my puppet meets them. But the thing that I fear the most is, I do not see my own hourglass in the sands of time, I am not present. I do not know where or when my death will be issued, of this I am afraid. But even in death I will still wait for my promised power.
As I wait for my final battles in front of the imprisoned Holy, I sense the presence of the mortals of whom I will have to fight. I sense the battles above my head; I see the souls of the fiends being extinguished by the blades and weapons of my opponents. I see even the presence of Jenova, my 'mother'. She waits for anything to challenge her ultimate form and power, but I see her death, her sand in the hourglass for her life is almost diminished completely. It will be soon.
I see the armies of Shinra surrounding 'my' foe; three of them descend to find Jenova, not expecting her of course. They fight her gallantly and are triumphant. As her soul dies, I feel her power transcending the barriers of life to merge with mine. I will be even stronger now; I welcome the new power without the slightest of thought.
All of them fall into the blinding light of the Lifestream and find me waiting for them. My power is far out of their league, yet, they continue to struggle forward, continue to stress the matters at hand. The blonde puppet speaks to me, calls me forth, I do not heed his words. As I warped the surroundings around them to as I saw fit, they gathered teams and decided to fight me. I dare not disappoint them now.
In the darkness I felt the pulsating power of Jenova inside of my blood. I felt the pleasure of my mutation. My mass increased as I assumed the form of Bizzaro Sephiroth. My legs were the first to mutate, they merged into a giant stalk and my waist became a massive sphere. My torso and arms expanded, allowing room for the massive muscle that formed. My hands grew slim, and flatten and became finlike.
I felt the blood rush to my head as it mutated as well, it caused me much agony. My ears hardened and became long curved horns. My hair transpired into a long tentacle and grew a faint blue-green. The most hideous part of my mutation had to have been my extra body. Forth from my scalp grew the torso of my human body, my arms merged with my torso and my hair became yet another tentacle. When I was finished I exhaled with a sigh of relief, the darkness cleared and my foes were able to see the fruits of my pain.
Even though they feared my power, their bravery took control of their fear and they fought against my mighty power. My puppet began to break the strings of my control here; he used a mighty Eidolon against me, one from the dark ages. Twelve knights attacked me all simultaneously, and then the king of the knights struck me down with a mighty sword known as Excalibur. My body shivered, and I fell backward in defeat. My body became a transparent red shape as I disappeared into the darkness.
I changed their surroundings once more, I took them into a mighty void and there I became Safer Sephiroth. My power was far stronger in this state as in the Bizzaro form. I floated in the void upon six magnificent wings that formed from my legs. My right arm was replaced with a mighty scythe, and two massive halos were suspended behind me. My hair was white and my eyes blue. I'd like to see them defeat me now.
Even as they attacked, I felt no pain. They did not hurt me; they could not dent my power in the slightest bit. Even the Dark Age Eidolon was unable to pierce my barrier. I launched several fatal attacks, such as my 'Pale Horse' and 'Shadow Flare'. But they were so determined to defeat me; it did little damage to their pride. I decided they weren't worth fighting and unleashed the mightiest Eidolon of them all, 'Super Nova'.
Even as the heavens themselves shattered, their pride and determination did not. Only one of them survived the fight conscious. My blonde puppet defeated me with a mighty slash with his sword, the Ultima Weapon. As I fell in defeat the illusion around me shattered with my body. They were safely on the ground in the bottom of the Crater. They thought they were victorious and decided to leave, but my puppet knew better. He felt my presence and dove into the void and found me waiting for him, alone.
I was in my mortal body; I was more powerful in this form than any other. I fought him with the last of my power. It was here he cast down my strings of power and fought like a true warrior. He unleashed the ultimate attack, 'Omnislash'. As he drew close to me with the blade of the Ultima Weapon, I felt a change in my soul. I lost all my power and was defenseless.
The Immortals had taken what power I had and given it to my puppet. He became the puppet master and I the puppet. He struck me down with his sword as the puppet master might throw his puppet into the furnace. I dropped the fabled Masamune as I lost all nerve feeling in my body. I looked upon my chest as blood dripped from my wounds. I fell back into the darkness and entered the World of Souls.
"You Immortals thought you could destroy my promised power in death, all you worthless fools managed to do is change the rules. I will gain my power, and the first thing I'll do is pass Judgment upon your unworthy souls. The wrath of the One Winged Angel never ceases, never can be diminished. I am the Chosen."
"Death"