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The Devil's Cry: A Final Fantasy VIII Fanfiction
Chapter 1
10 years after the threat of Ultimecia had been eradicated, Squall Leonhart, who was happily married to the gorgeous Rinoa Heartilly, was now the President of Esthar. He was well-loved and respected by all his citizens and even had his own "Squall Leonhart action figure!"
Rinoa, on the other hand, went into making documentaries regarding animals with her best friend, Angelo. The show "Animal hour with Rinoa" was very popular.
Zell Dincht, one of Squall's best friends, had set up a school to teach young SeeDs the power of martial arts.
Quistis Trepe, Squall's SeeD instructor and mentor, was now publishing her own magazine, "Feeling blue? Turn to blue magic!" The purpose of the magazine was to educate the people of the world to defend themselves in times of need.
The couple, Irvine Kinneas and Selphie Tilmitt, was engaged and had published a book, "Squall Leonhart, The Man behind the Legend." The book was on the top of the bestsellers' list for a few months.
The heroes were extremely busy, even more than when they were preparing to duel with Ultimecia.
But fate, as usual, had the nasty habit of disrupting things when all was peaceful.
It all happened one afternoon when Squall was in his study, gazing out of his window at the Great Salt Lake, remembering the fight with Abadon that he had had there.
All of a sudden, the phone rang. The sharp noise cut through the silence of the room.
It was Irvine. He sounded panicky as though death itself was knocking on his door.
"Squall, Selphie was captured by something!" Irvine said, practically yelling.
"Calm down! What do you mean by 'something'?" Squall said, calm and undisturbed as usual.
"Exactly my point! I don't know what it was! It teleported out of the shadows and grabbed her!" Irvine yelled again, this time sounding hysterical.
"What? It teleported? Are you sure?" Squall asked, panicking slightly.
The knowledge that only Sorceresses could teleport unnerved him slightly.
"Very well. Gather the old crowd at the Esthar Airbase ASAP. And bring your weapons just in case." Commanded Squall.
The moment he hung up, he went to his cupboard and opened it. There was his black leather jacket and jeans and most of all, his new Gunblade.
Smiling slightly, he changed out of his tie and suit into his old battle gear and grabbed his Gunblade, the Lionheart 3000.
Having done so, he rushed out and got into his Porsche LX30 and drove towards Esthar Airbase.
On his way there, he saw his wife, Rinoa strolling on the streets with her dog, Angelo.
He rolled down his windows, "Get into the car, honey. Selphie has been abducted."
Rinoa's pretty face registered shock and got into the car silently. "Do you know who abducted her?" asked Rinoa quietly as Angelo whimpered.
Squall looked at her, "I think our world is under attack by a Sorceress again… At least, that's what I think. Because Irvine said that the abductor can teleport and as far as my knowledge can stretch, only Sorceresses can teleport."
Rinoa frowned. "I'm supposed to be the only Sorceress in the world, Squall."
"Yes, I know. But we can't rule out the possibility! Ultimecia was from the future so there might be more." Squall argued.
The couple was still in heated debate as they drew up next to the Airbase where Irvine was already waiting, his shotgun, Exeter Alpha8, slung across his back, looking extremely worried.
"Where are the rest?" Asked Squall.
"They're on their way over." Replied Irvine solemnly, not at all like his usual flamboyant self.
"It'll be okay, Irvine. We'll find her." Said Rinoa, trying to comfort him as she patted his back gently.
Squall walked into a room of the airbase and found a captain there. "Is she ready?" Squall demanded.
"Ready as ever, sir!" replied the captain proudly, pointing at the aircraft through the window.
Squall peered through the window. There it was, his pride and joy. The thing that had once saved his life. The Ragnarok. Of course, it has been upgraded beyond recognition.
It now contains ion cannons, proton missiles and even a slip steam core, which enabled them to travel to anywhere in space in a flash.
Finally, Zell and Quistis arrived, both looking anxious.
"What happened?" Zell asked, his blonde hair still defying gravity.
Squall and Irvine filled both of them with the information that they had. Zell eyes widened as he heard Squall's suspicions that a Sorceress had returned and made to interrupt but Quistis silenced him with a raised hand.
"Well then… That's all very simple, isn't it? We killed a Sorceress before! Let's kill one more!" Quistis said, with a familiar twinkle in her bright, turquoise eyes.
"It won't be that simple though. We'll have to locate Selphie first. And we don't even have a hint where she is. And for all we know, the abductor might not even be a Sorceress!" Zell muttered.
Irvine nodded in agreement.
"Right… We'll just make our decisions as we go then." Squall decided.
"Where was it you last saw Selphie, Irvine?" Asked Rinoa gently.
"I think it was near Odin's tower. We were just walking near there when something jumped out from the shadow of a tree and grabbed her and disappeared…" He muttered miserably, not making eye contact with anyone.
"Don't worry, Irvine. We'll find her. And when we do, the person who abducted her will get hell." Zell said, cracking his knuckles. Irvine gave a weak smile.
Together, the team boarded the Ragnarok. Most of the group beamed when they entered as fond memories came flooding back.
"Look at this! The graffiti I drew are still here!" Zell exclaimed while pointing to an untidy scrawl saying, "Balamb Cafeteria's hotdogs are the best!"
Quistis laughed as she saw the storybooks that she had hidden under her seat in the cockpit 10 years ago.
Finally, the rest of the team arrived at the cockpit too. Then, all of them were stumped. Who is to drive the Ragnarok? Selphie was usually the enthusiastic one of the group. As a result, only she knew how to pilot the Ragnarok.
At that instant, the lift to the cockpit buzzed into life.
It was the captain of the Ragnarok. "Are you having trouble piloting the Ragnarok, Sir? I did not see Miss Tilmitt with you."
"Ah… Yes. Roger, Selphie is um… unwell. Therefore, she will not be piloting the Ragnarok. Would you like to take the honor instead?" Squall queried.
Roger broke into a wide smile. "It would be my pleasure, sir. My name is Roger Caldy. I am trained in all aspects of the Ragnarok. It would be an honor to serve all of you." He gave a small bow at the group.
Rinoa hastened forward. "No need to bow to us, Roger. We're not royalty."
Roger gave everyone a big grin and settled in the pilot's seat. "Wait till my children hear I'm fetching all of you. They're such big fans of all of you."
Zell grinned as the aircraft buzzed into life and slowly started to move upwards… Little did Zell and the rest of the group know, they would not be grinning for a long time if they knew what they were facing…
End of Chapter 1
Author's note: This is actually my 2nd fanfic. I deleted the first after extremely violent reviews… Hope you enjoyed this. Please give your reviews.