One Winged Angel
His essence flowed through the dimensions, searching, seeking. He was here somewhere, the puppet soul he owned. He never gave up such a valuable piece, he'd never sink to Fate's view of how disposable the mortals were. This one was his pride and joy, the influences he had to pull to create this tangled soul so full of power and loathing. This torn soul was lost from it's own dimension when Fate's champion cleaved it from it's anchor but he kept it here for when it'd be needed again, the ultimate antagonist. Injustice wasn't sure what Fate was expecting him to do, that smug blue- eyed git seemed to be forcing him to tempt Squall.
Well feck that, Injustice wasn't going to be used to Fate's end. He'd do things a different way, which was where He would be perfect. Injustice grinned as he came across the aquamarine orb that shimmered with white streaks, containing his most precious possession.
Squall was pacing his room, it had been a few days since Time had disappeared and he hadn't heard from any of the High Ones at all. He was half expecting a visit from Death or the Other but no strange voices had echoed in his mind. He still dreamt of Paine but it was the generic dream from before, he could no longer see what she was doing, no longer fell her mind in his own. He knew Rinoa and the others were becoming concerned with his change in behaviour, the way he looked into far corners of rooms as if expecting things to appear and how he'd become distanced when with them, even more so than he had been before the Sorceress Incident.
He pulled on his jacket and picked up his gun-blade Lionheart, deciding he'd better get out in the fresh air, tackle some monsters to take his mind off of things.
He couldn't concentrate, he Grat had caught him across the side of his torso, it's leafy tendril tearing his T-shirt and slashing the skin beneath, red blood oozing slowly from the thin gash. The pain gave him some focus enabling him to slash back in retaliation, his blade tearing through the woody flesh of the Grat, killing it instantly. He couldn't be bothered to train anymore, he didn't want to risk encountering a T-rexaur in his unfocused state and his wound was starting to sting.
A figure materialised before him, a swirl of black material and sparkles of metal covered with a cascade of silver hair. The man looked up at him puzzled, slightly confused but then became focused, a determined grin crossing his face as he stood up.
Squall looked up into the taller man's iridescent blue eyes and noticed the outlandish clothes he wore, a long flowing coat with the shoulders covered with metal plates, under the coat he wore black trousers and boots, whilst his bare chest was criss-crossed with two straps of leather. All these details paled in significance however when the longest sword Squall had ever seen appeared in this figures gloved hand.
'Who are you?' Squall asked, raising Lionheart protectively.
'Death.' The figure grinned bringing his weapon up by his head in both hands.
Squall ducked and rolled as the blade swished down faster than he had expected. Fear brought his every thought into focus as he tried to survive this long blade that prevented him from approaching his attacker. He was confused as to why one of the High Ones would try and dispose of him in person, did he piss Fate off that much?
The figure grinned his long silver hair swaying behind his back as he swung the ethereal blade once more as Squall tried to leap back. In his determination to avoid the blade, Squall brought Lionheart in an attempt to deflect the blow and was amazed as Lionheart sheared through it, severing the blade in half, the curved fragment flying away and embedding in a nearby tree.
The figure gazed at his broken sword. 'So you fail me again.' He muttered to it but kept his eerie eyes on Squall.
Squall kept back from the figure unsure what was to come next. 'Why are you trying to kill me?' he asked breathing heavily, the pain in his side screaming at him.
'Because it's my duty.' The figure replied, swishing the remains of his sword aggressively.
'I thought you High Ones couldn't interfere directly?' Squall retorted.
'I am not a High One, though I aspired to be close to one. I was merely being dramatic when I said I was Death.' The figure replied in a deep low voice.
'Then who are you?' Squall demanded, aware of how out of his control the situation was as this dark angel stood calmly before him.
'My name is Sephiroth, your knowing it is trivial as soon you will be dead.' Sephiroth told him coolly.
Squall looked around frantically searching for some way to gain advantage over this foe. In a blind panic he summoned Shiva. Sephiroth was encased in ice as Shiva materialised, the crystals shattering as the magic effect faded away, slivers of ice slid down his clothes while rivulets of water ran down his face as his frozen features thawed and broke into a grim smile.
'Not bad, so you have summons here.' He said softly and shook his frozen hair bringing his broken sword up once more lunging at Squall as he reappeared.
Squall blocked the thrust wildly, still disoriented as he returned from the summoning. Sephiroth slashed at him catching his side so that now both were bleeding and soaking his white t-shirt red. Squall winced in pain, breathing sharply, his mind whirring frantically as he sought a way out. He fired Lionheart, the bullets ricocheted of the blade onto Sephiroth's hands making him drop the sword, blood dripping from his torn gloves.
Sephiroth growled and clenched his fists, blood bubbling from between his fingers. Fear and elation drove Squall on as he pushed forward, bringing Lionheart round in a swift arc, tearing Sephiroth's coat. He stepped back twisting his hands to bring Lionheart back round in another slash only to be hit in the face by Sephiroth's bloody fist, bright purple spots flashing in his vision as Lionheart slipped, cutting into Sephiroth's leg.
Sephiroth grit his teeth as flesh was cleaved from his leg, the pain intermixed by surprise. He had been beaten by that puppet Cloud in his own dimension, he would not be killed by some mortal on this strange planet as well. He pulled his leg back, blood spurting and tricking down from the gash that went all the way to the bone.
Squall still reeling from the punch, swayed back, Lionheart flailing before him to be caught in Sephiroth's hands. Squall pulled watching the blade slide from between his slippery hands, scarlet blood smearing the blue blade.
'Give up, you can't go on and I don't want to kill you.' Squall said leaping away from Sephiroth's grasp.
'Fool, I don't need your mercy, besides who said I'm finished?' Sephiroth replied grinning as his right shoulder plates bulged and buckled with an ominous creaking, his coat tore apart as a white, feathered wing appeared from behind his right shoulder.
'What the...?' Squall gasped in shock and horror as he watched Sephiroth's wounds heal.
'I told you I aspired to be close to the High Ones. I still have the power I gained from before my soul was shorn from its body.' Sephiroth said menacingly, flexing his bare arms.
Squall's mouth gaped as he was lost for words and thoughts, having to rely on his instincts, which didn't want to be in a shattered body, to avoid the blow of Sephiroth's fists as they came hurtling towards him.
Lionheart's blade was buckled under Sephiroth's fists as this one winged demon pushed him back relentlessly forcing his back against the metal wall of the training centre.
All Squall could think of was his regrets of not being able to meet Paine as Lionheart was shattered in his hands and Sephiroth's grin widened as he drew his arm back for the final blow.
His essence flowed through the dimensions, searching, seeking. He was here somewhere, the puppet soul he owned. He never gave up such a valuable piece, he'd never sink to Fate's view of how disposable the mortals were. This one was his pride and joy, the influences he had to pull to create this tangled soul so full of power and loathing. This torn soul was lost from it's own dimension when Fate's champion cleaved it from it's anchor but he kept it here for when it'd be needed again, the ultimate antagonist. Injustice wasn't sure what Fate was expecting him to do, that smug blue- eyed git seemed to be forcing him to tempt Squall.
Well feck that, Injustice wasn't going to be used to Fate's end. He'd do things a different way, which was where He would be perfect. Injustice grinned as he came across the aquamarine orb that shimmered with white streaks, containing his most precious possession.
Squall was pacing his room, it had been a few days since Time had disappeared and he hadn't heard from any of the High Ones at all. He was half expecting a visit from Death or the Other but no strange voices had echoed in his mind. He still dreamt of Paine but it was the generic dream from before, he could no longer see what she was doing, no longer fell her mind in his own. He knew Rinoa and the others were becoming concerned with his change in behaviour, the way he looked into far corners of rooms as if expecting things to appear and how he'd become distanced when with them, even more so than he had been before the Sorceress Incident.
He pulled on his jacket and picked up his gun-blade Lionheart, deciding he'd better get out in the fresh air, tackle some monsters to take his mind off of things.
He couldn't concentrate, he Grat had caught him across the side of his torso, it's leafy tendril tearing his T-shirt and slashing the skin beneath, red blood oozing slowly from the thin gash. The pain gave him some focus enabling him to slash back in retaliation, his blade tearing through the woody flesh of the Grat, killing it instantly. He couldn't be bothered to train anymore, he didn't want to risk encountering a T-rexaur in his unfocused state and his wound was starting to sting.
A figure materialised before him, a swirl of black material and sparkles of metal covered with a cascade of silver hair. The man looked up at him puzzled, slightly confused but then became focused, a determined grin crossing his face as he stood up.
Squall looked up into the taller man's iridescent blue eyes and noticed the outlandish clothes he wore, a long flowing coat with the shoulders covered with metal plates, under the coat he wore black trousers and boots, whilst his bare chest was criss-crossed with two straps of leather. All these details paled in significance however when the longest sword Squall had ever seen appeared in this figures gloved hand.
'Who are you?' Squall asked, raising Lionheart protectively.
'Death.' The figure grinned bringing his weapon up by his head in both hands.
Squall ducked and rolled as the blade swished down faster than he had expected. Fear brought his every thought into focus as he tried to survive this long blade that prevented him from approaching his attacker. He was confused as to why one of the High Ones would try and dispose of him in person, did he piss Fate off that much?
The figure grinned his long silver hair swaying behind his back as he swung the ethereal blade once more as Squall tried to leap back. In his determination to avoid the blade, Squall brought Lionheart in an attempt to deflect the blow and was amazed as Lionheart sheared through it, severing the blade in half, the curved fragment flying away and embedding in a nearby tree.
The figure gazed at his broken sword. 'So you fail me again.' He muttered to it but kept his eerie eyes on Squall.
Squall kept back from the figure unsure what was to come next. 'Why are you trying to kill me?' he asked breathing heavily, the pain in his side screaming at him.
'Because it's my duty.' The figure replied, swishing the remains of his sword aggressively.
'I thought you High Ones couldn't interfere directly?' Squall retorted.
'I am not a High One, though I aspired to be close to one. I was merely being dramatic when I said I was Death.' The figure replied in a deep low voice.
'Then who are you?' Squall demanded, aware of how out of his control the situation was as this dark angel stood calmly before him.
'My name is Sephiroth, your knowing it is trivial as soon you will be dead.' Sephiroth told him coolly.
Squall looked around frantically searching for some way to gain advantage over this foe. In a blind panic he summoned Shiva. Sephiroth was encased in ice as Shiva materialised, the crystals shattering as the magic effect faded away, slivers of ice slid down his clothes while rivulets of water ran down his face as his frozen features thawed and broke into a grim smile.
'Not bad, so you have summons here.' He said softly and shook his frozen hair bringing his broken sword up once more lunging at Squall as he reappeared.
Squall blocked the thrust wildly, still disoriented as he returned from the summoning. Sephiroth slashed at him catching his side so that now both were bleeding and soaking his white t-shirt red. Squall winced in pain, breathing sharply, his mind whirring frantically as he sought a way out. He fired Lionheart, the bullets ricocheted of the blade onto Sephiroth's hands making him drop the sword, blood dripping from his torn gloves.
Sephiroth growled and clenched his fists, blood bubbling from between his fingers. Fear and elation drove Squall on as he pushed forward, bringing Lionheart round in a swift arc, tearing Sephiroth's coat. He stepped back twisting his hands to bring Lionheart back round in another slash only to be hit in the face by Sephiroth's bloody fist, bright purple spots flashing in his vision as Lionheart slipped, cutting into Sephiroth's leg.
Sephiroth grit his teeth as flesh was cleaved from his leg, the pain intermixed by surprise. He had been beaten by that puppet Cloud in his own dimension, he would not be killed by some mortal on this strange planet as well. He pulled his leg back, blood spurting and tricking down from the gash that went all the way to the bone.
Squall still reeling from the punch, swayed back, Lionheart flailing before him to be caught in Sephiroth's hands. Squall pulled watching the blade slide from between his slippery hands, scarlet blood smearing the blue blade.
'Give up, you can't go on and I don't want to kill you.' Squall said leaping away from Sephiroth's grasp.
'Fool, I don't need your mercy, besides who said I'm finished?' Sephiroth replied grinning as his right shoulder plates bulged and buckled with an ominous creaking, his coat tore apart as a white, feathered wing appeared from behind his right shoulder.
'What the...?' Squall gasped in shock and horror as he watched Sephiroth's wounds heal.
'I told you I aspired to be close to the High Ones. I still have the power I gained from before my soul was shorn from its body.' Sephiroth said menacingly, flexing his bare arms.
Squall's mouth gaped as he was lost for words and thoughts, having to rely on his instincts, which didn't want to be in a shattered body, to avoid the blow of Sephiroth's fists as they came hurtling towards him.
Lionheart's blade was buckled under Sephiroth's fists as this one winged demon pushed him back relentlessly forcing his back against the metal wall of the training centre.
All Squall could think of was his regrets of not being able to meet Paine as Lionheart was shattered in his hands and Sephiroth's grin widened as he drew his arm back for the final blow.