AN: This version of the ultimate villain is more of a composite of FF7 and
Kingdom Hearts versions of the white haired bastard. I have managed to beat
him with Sora and in 7. Anyway, this chapter is more of a way to keep
things going somewhat for a bit, the story won't be very long, after this I
may start jumping around, namely thinking of how the Initiative would deal
with someone with that level of power. Glory would be another fun fight,
but I'm saving the Mayor for a bit just to write a Midgar Zolom redux
situation for those of you who've played 7. A few other situations would
work. But I'm trying to somewhat keep Xander in character with lots of
Sephiroth coming through, he's a maniac with no regard for life of any
kind, but Xander is now fighting to keep himself out of that. But as usual
he has some impulse control problems like I believe he had at this point in
the series. Another question, would anyone like me to bring the WEAPON's
into this?
X-Over=I'm working on it, the problem is that Sephiroth as I'm using him is stronger than nearly everything we've seen, I doubt that even the First and Glory would provoke more than laughter from him. But it is fun to write the homicidal maniac that makes Dru seem sane. The problem comes from not turning him into a Mary Sue character, the other problem is that in the Final Fantasy series, the main villains normally are or are very close to it, and I've worked out a way for him to maintain the abilities like I described with what the PtB were trying to stop.
It was nearly a week later that fate found Xander stood on a hillside watching the work being done, the work to clean up his rampage. He'd blown up nearly half the town without a thought. It almost sickened him, but he was worried, he had the memories of a madman in his head now, and that was terrifying.
The others were still working, trying to find some of Giles books from the crater that had been the library, it had been nailed by what witnesses described as an exploding star. The part of his mind that held Sephiroth's memories was pleased by the destruction, and that made him want to throw up.
He was wearing the coat still, feeling a strange compulsion to keep it and the Masamune with him at all times. He felt the power within him, the power that would respond to his very whim.
The light of the setting sun was calming him, keeping him sane.
"You know kid," he heard a voice say from behind him, prompting him to draw steel and spin to deal with the threat.
He saw a man dressed worse than he ever had, looking like some sort of cross between a pimp and a swing dancer. The Masamune was at the man's throat and his free hand was cackling with lightning.
"Who the hell are you," Xander hissed as he kept his hand steady, the blade touching but not cutting, precise control the hallmark of the training he had inherited from the one winged angel.
"Whistler," the man stammered, "I work for the people upstairs, the powers sent me..."
"You're not human," he commented, he sensed the power as he relaxed, the lightning dying out as he stepped back, "I can feel it, wrong type of power."
"Erm," Whistler said as he collapsed to sit on a rock, "Yeah, I'm not human, I'm a balance demon, trying to keep things in check."
"Well then, why are you here?"
"I'm here to give you an apology on behalf of the Powers that Be."
"For what?"
"Sephiroth scared the living daylights out of them all, the bastard was more powerful than anything they had experienced before, well they kind of over reacted."
"What did they do?"
"Well, they tried to end the spell, but your little asteroid storm messed that up."
"How," Xander growled.
"Well, their connection to end it was terminated and only part of the spell ended with you, leaving you with Sephy's powers and abilities, and that has them scared out of their minds."
"So I'm that powerful..."
"I don't know for sure, but with the energy that you gave off for that lightning, I'd run as would pretty much everyone else on either side if you were ticked off at them."
"You know, I'm pretty sure that isn't all, you see they decided to send me to play liaison to try to get your help with a few things they can't directly deal with."
"Tell them I won't be their hitman," Xander said as turned to leave.
"That's not what I'm talking about," Whistler said slowly, "It's sort of a they're already a threat to your friends and they are just giving you the names one by one, you get to deal with them as you wish to, but only the major ones, not even the powers are omnipotent, they just see some things."
"I'm not sure that I can believe that," Xander responded, his now ice blue eyes boring through the demon, "I don't trust them, but I'm willing to see what they have to offer."
"Sure thing," Whistler responded, "First off, there is something very nasty coming to town, they aren't sure what, but it's big and very bad."
"Fine, what do they have on it?"
"It revels in destruction, a second circle demon who has decided to open the hellmouth, it managed to get into this world while the powers attention was on you big boy."
"Oh great, the powers can't even be incompetent right!"
"Well, how did you expect them to deal with a monster like Sephiroth?"
"Not sure about that myself, I would have gone the rout of getting Cloud here."
"Who?"
"Damn it, don't you guys ever get a chance to play video games?"
"No."
"Get a hold of Final Fantasy 7 and you'll have an idea what Sephiroth is."
"Play a video game, check."
"Oh shut up!"
"Roger, shutting up!"
Xander shook his head, the shoulder length white hair swirling as he sheathed the Masamune, starting to walk away, "I'll go see what I can dig up on this, I guess I'll end up seeing you again."
"And kid," the demon said with a smile, causing the one winged angel to turn, "I'm hoping this all works out for you, if nothing else, at least you got your wish."
As the demon vanished, Xander shook his head. He had wanted power, he had only wanted to help, but now, now he truly understood the meaning of the phrase, be careful what you wish for.
X-Over=I'm working on it, the problem is that Sephiroth as I'm using him is stronger than nearly everything we've seen, I doubt that even the First and Glory would provoke more than laughter from him. But it is fun to write the homicidal maniac that makes Dru seem sane. The problem comes from not turning him into a Mary Sue character, the other problem is that in the Final Fantasy series, the main villains normally are or are very close to it, and I've worked out a way for him to maintain the abilities like I described with what the PtB were trying to stop.
It was nearly a week later that fate found Xander stood on a hillside watching the work being done, the work to clean up his rampage. He'd blown up nearly half the town without a thought. It almost sickened him, but he was worried, he had the memories of a madman in his head now, and that was terrifying.
The others were still working, trying to find some of Giles books from the crater that had been the library, it had been nailed by what witnesses described as an exploding star. The part of his mind that held Sephiroth's memories was pleased by the destruction, and that made him want to throw up.
He was wearing the coat still, feeling a strange compulsion to keep it and the Masamune with him at all times. He felt the power within him, the power that would respond to his very whim.
The light of the setting sun was calming him, keeping him sane.
"You know kid," he heard a voice say from behind him, prompting him to draw steel and spin to deal with the threat.
He saw a man dressed worse than he ever had, looking like some sort of cross between a pimp and a swing dancer. The Masamune was at the man's throat and his free hand was cackling with lightning.
"Who the hell are you," Xander hissed as he kept his hand steady, the blade touching but not cutting, precise control the hallmark of the training he had inherited from the one winged angel.
"Whistler," the man stammered, "I work for the people upstairs, the powers sent me..."
"You're not human," he commented, he sensed the power as he relaxed, the lightning dying out as he stepped back, "I can feel it, wrong type of power."
"Erm," Whistler said as he collapsed to sit on a rock, "Yeah, I'm not human, I'm a balance demon, trying to keep things in check."
"Well then, why are you here?"
"I'm here to give you an apology on behalf of the Powers that Be."
"For what?"
"Sephiroth scared the living daylights out of them all, the bastard was more powerful than anything they had experienced before, well they kind of over reacted."
"What did they do?"
"Well, they tried to end the spell, but your little asteroid storm messed that up."
"How," Xander growled.
"Well, their connection to end it was terminated and only part of the spell ended with you, leaving you with Sephy's powers and abilities, and that has them scared out of their minds."
"So I'm that powerful..."
"I don't know for sure, but with the energy that you gave off for that lightning, I'd run as would pretty much everyone else on either side if you were ticked off at them."
"You know, I'm pretty sure that isn't all, you see they decided to send me to play liaison to try to get your help with a few things they can't directly deal with."
"Tell them I won't be their hitman," Xander said as turned to leave.
"That's not what I'm talking about," Whistler said slowly, "It's sort of a they're already a threat to your friends and they are just giving you the names one by one, you get to deal with them as you wish to, but only the major ones, not even the powers are omnipotent, they just see some things."
"I'm not sure that I can believe that," Xander responded, his now ice blue eyes boring through the demon, "I don't trust them, but I'm willing to see what they have to offer."
"Sure thing," Whistler responded, "First off, there is something very nasty coming to town, they aren't sure what, but it's big and very bad."
"Fine, what do they have on it?"
"It revels in destruction, a second circle demon who has decided to open the hellmouth, it managed to get into this world while the powers attention was on you big boy."
"Oh great, the powers can't even be incompetent right!"
"Well, how did you expect them to deal with a monster like Sephiroth?"
"Not sure about that myself, I would have gone the rout of getting Cloud here."
"Who?"
"Damn it, don't you guys ever get a chance to play video games?"
"No."
"Get a hold of Final Fantasy 7 and you'll have an idea what Sephiroth is."
"Play a video game, check."
"Oh shut up!"
"Roger, shutting up!"
Xander shook his head, the shoulder length white hair swirling as he sheathed the Masamune, starting to walk away, "I'll go see what I can dig up on this, I guess I'll end up seeing you again."
"And kid," the demon said with a smile, causing the one winged angel to turn, "I'm hoping this all works out for you, if nothing else, at least you got your wish."
As the demon vanished, Xander shook his head. He had wanted power, he had only wanted to help, but now, now he truly understood the meaning of the phrase, be careful what you wish for.
