Fiat Lux
Summary: He watched his heart burn for the sake of a madman's treachery. CS
A/N: Oh, dark and perverse themes will eventually arise.
He watched the foundations of his home burn, and had flung his heart in the beacon. Had there been any defining point in his life, where he had tasted the true measure and burden of existence, then this was it, and the trembling Cloud Strife would meet it with fury.
Knees weak, voice ragged, heart pounding.
Oh, nothing could have prepared him for this travesty. Nothing had prepared him, and oh, how he prayed to see a familiar loved face free from the soot of the flames! He prayed to a god he didn't believed existed, he prayed to an idealistic flare of hope, because he had no other faith left in him.
Betrayal was harsh and unforgiving, death was cold and apathetic, but this fire burned and blazed like an unrelenting riot of hatred and revenge and misunderstanding and loathing and so much more that should have never been unleashed on civilians. So much more that should never have been unleashed at all.
Sephiroth, that careless bastard, oh that careless, soulless, merciless bastard. Damn him, Cloud declared with fervor never felt, damn him for his holocaust. Damn him for his blind, unseeing, unwise war, damn him for his pestilence.
Damn him. Damn him.
And he continued praying to a god he never believed in, to an idealistic flare, to a god that lied dead and burning in Niblehem.
He made his way up the winding, unwinding, curving paths of the mountains, still praying, and carried a vengeance furrowed deep within his countenance to meet his very own holocaust.
A/N: Series of disjointed one shots. Soon to grow more delicious, darker, and perverse along the way. Remember, review so I know what to improve on. I finally broke off from a long cold winter of writer's block, and I love you all.
-Faded-Justice (Ahnaf)