Hi, guys I want to thank you for the reviews (Special thanks to Severelikehell for her review) and this chapter is quite short I know, but I just thought I should make a short one for once. I'll make the next chapter longer though. And as always: HAPPY READING ;)

Chapter 3 Seymour's sorrow

Back in Bevelle, Seymour's rage grew towards Yuna and all the people opposed to Yevon. Some soldiers came sprinting into the temple, where Seymour was waiting for them.

"Have you found her yet?" Seymour demanded turning around to face his men.

"No my lord," feeling disappointed, Seymour turned his back to them and sighed.

"Well… I guess we'll soon have to unleash our 'harsh' method," he told the soldiers.

"But, your grace…"

"SILENCE! I'M THE ONE WHO GIVES THE ORDERS!"

"So… what do we do my lord?" a soldier asked cautiously. Seymour slightly turned his head and ordered:

"Keep searching, and if you still can't find her…we'll unleash our next plan,"

"Yes your grace!" the group of men bowed and hastily left the building. The angered master made his way to the room to where the 'heathen' boy was being kept.

"Hey, we're hunting down your little friend!" Seymour hissed at the unseen prisoner. The prisoner didn't respond, making the perverted master of Yevon angrier than he'd already been.

"Answer, now!" Seymour shouted as he pushed the button to rotate the cells, to see the prisoner. Instead of seeing the heathen man sinking in sorrow and agony, he just saw the empty cells rotating endlessly, without giving any sign of the prisoner.

"What!" Seymour shouted awed that the young man could have escaped.

"How could he escape?" he said to himself as he looked in amazement at the cells. Seymour eyes were full of hate and agony, there was pain in him, he could sense it , the man knew something in him, perhaps a memory was destroying him.

Seymour could feel it making its way in his body, making him bleed, but that pain had been in his body and mind for countless years and he was now possessed by it.

"Damn this world of fools, darkened Anima come to me!" Seymour ordered. Pyre flies gathered and formed his Aeon, Seymour smiled evilly and said:

"Anima, find me the boy kept prisoner here, and the summoner Yuna and bring her back here dead!"

His Aeon roared painfully in responds, and burst into pyre flies that flew out of the palace and exited the city.

"…mother," Seymour whispered sorrowfully as he collapsed on the cold and wept.

"Mother…why did you abandoned me?" he whispered as horrible memories came back to him. In his head he could hear the pained voice of his mother as a pool of turmoil and sorrow could be felt in his entire body.

"Was I not good enough, for you mother!" Seymour screamed saddened as he got up.

"Why did you leave me here, with only agony and sorrow as feelings!"

"Mother, I know you can hear me, so answer me now!" Seymour cried falling to his knees again, greeted by only loneliness and grief.