A/N: This is rather odd, basically Wakka is the antichrist (like Damien) and has to prepare the path for the devil. You'll never look at Wakka in the same light again.

7th April 2005

Wakka the Antichrist

"What can we do with him?" asked a worried voice, "Should we just leave him somewhere?"

"No! We can't do that! Have you no heart, ya? Anyway, what if somehow he survives, no one would be able to control him! No, we have to keep him, supervise him, and then maybe…if he is brought up right… he won't…." replied a second, "We must keep him, for everyone's sake…. And for his parents"

They looked down at the innocent looking bundle in the cot beside them. A small infant looked back at them with two dark brown eyes. A thin tuft of orange hair was just visible.

"You're right." said the other, with a hint of fear in his voice, "Wakka deserves the best chance." As if on cue, the small child gurgled and giggled.

"Nooooooooo!" Wakka woke, suddenly. All the others jumped out of bed, reaching for their weapons.

"Are you alright, Wakka?" inquired a concerned Lulu.

"Yeah, just had this really weird dream, ya? I was this baby and I think there were some people from Besaid there talking bout me…"

"Honestly, Wakka! You woke us all up, scared us half to death with worry, all because you had a dream that wasn't even frightening!"

"Well, yeah, but it was at the time-"

"No buts, Wakka. Go back to sleep!"

Everyone shuffled back to his or her beds, as did Wakka. He knew not to aggravate Lulu, especially at this time in the morning. Instead, he muttered angrily to himself, wishing he were brave enough to stand up to her, but after lying for there for half an hour, he was too angry to get back off to sleep.

Kicking off his sheets, he stormed off angrily but stealthily from the campsite, which made him looked rather like he was some kind of hunchbacked ape. They were currently camped in Macalania woods. He liked it there, it was quiet and peaceful, and the lake was beautiful at night. He decided to go there; maybe it would calm him down a bit. He sat by the side of the huge mirror of water, and stared at his rippling reflection, when suddenly he felt drawn by the water. He couldn't take his eyes off its glittering surface and then it happened. His reflection transformed before him, his pupils became those of snakes, his irises blood red; his ears elongated to a point; his teeth became fangs and his quiff split in twain, forming two horns. A deep and dreadful voice spoke through his reflections mouth, resounding with death and agony, "You." It said plainly, and his reflection contorted before returning to normal.

"Woah! What da hell was that, man!" Wakka exclaimed, seriously perturbed (as people often are when their reflection turns into the face of a demonic being and speaks to them.)

Then there was a rush of heat from behind him, and a crackling of flame. The atmosphere changed noticeably, from slightly disrupted peace to a peace that has been completely shattered and then melted. Slowly and cautiously, Wakka turned around, dreading what he was going to see.

"Err, you can look now." Said a deep, resounding voice. Wakka had covered his eyes with his hands. He cautiously peeked between his fingers, and then lowered his hands.

"Ooaah! I thought you were going to be something horrible!"

"Huh? You do not find me frightening? Not even a tad?"

"Not really, man…. sorry?" Now that he thought about it, it was a bit odd that he wasn't scared, for standing before him, wreathed in flames, was an 8-foot tall demon, with a rather large axe.

"Don't worry, you are the antichrist after all. I should have expected it. I am Hastur, Duke of hell, here to give you this message: "The time has come for you to walk the path that has been ordained for you."

"Err. What path. Hey! Wait a minute!" said Wakka, who, as Lulu said, is a little lacking in the imagination department, "What did you say I was?"

"You are the antichrist." Replied the Duke.

"Oh, phew! I thought you said I was the frantic rice! Man, you had me worried a minute there!"

"Oh, um, sorry…"

"No worries, ya. Hey, hang on…

"Yes?"

"Like, aren't you people supposed to have pitchforks?"

"… We long since stopped using them due to a large number of complaints from parents at Halloween whose kids had dressed up as demons. Apparently a large number of eyes were damaged so we had to recall all of the pitchforks so they couldn't blame us for setting a bad example, so now we use axes."

"Ah, I see. So, what you want me to do?"

"Well, you just have to spread the word that the dark prince is coming, and wreak lots of havoc while you're at it. You know, the fire n stuff."

"Ok, we all got a purpose, I reckon, an' I for one intend to do mine to the best of my ability!"

"Good, now go! Spread the word! Spread the havoc! Muahahaha!" laughed Hastur, who promptly disappeared in a roar of flame. So Wakka headed back to the campsite, ready and raring to spread evil and chaos.

"Wakka, where on Spira have you been? We looked everywhere for you, you had us worried!" Lulu's scolding greeted him.

"I don't have time now Lu! The dark prince is coming, and I gotta prepare the path for him, ya?" replied Wakka, who cast the most pathetic fire spell on a nearby bush. "Muahahaha! Flame and ashes will consume all!"

"What's up with him?" asked Tidus, as they watched Wakka's back retreating into the distance, "He seems a little odder than usual."

"I think he may have found out about his, err… genealogy," answered a very worried looking Lulu, "You see, he's kinda… the antichrist."

"Oh," said Tidus, "That explains a lot."

A/N: Well there you go! Hopefully, another chapter will follow, depends whether Wakka destroys the internet. Please review, but please don't be too harsh! Constructive criticism welcome, what the hey, so's destructive criticism!Thanks, from Cyraxis and Nyviay.