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The Devil's Cry: A FFVIII Fanfic
Chapter 8
Rinoa's POV
For Selphie, my good friend, I shall battle to the end…
Rinoa's thought strayed to the impaled Quistis and the decapitated Zell… She shuddered and continued walking along the dark passageway.
About 10 suits of armor flanked the corridor. 5 on the left and 5 on the right. The 5 on the right carried spears and a small round shield.
The 5 on the right carried a double-handed broadsword. Rinoa glanced at them and proceeded forward. As she put her hand on the doorknob of the door on the other end, she heard a loud "Clunk!" and "Thud!"
She turned around. The armor were lowering themselves onto the floor and turning to stare at her. She raised her Blaster Edge and fired repeatedly. The Edge bounced off the armor without even causing a scratch.
Panicking, Rinoa raised her hand and muttered, "Firaga!"
An extremely large jet of fire spiraled out of her hand and surrounded the armor. But the armor just walked through it as though it wasn't there. The nearest suit of armor raised it's broadsword and slashed Rinoa across the chest.
Spluttering, Rinoa collapsed onto the floor. She tried to gather some energy to heal herself but, to her horror, nothing happened.
Her eyes widened and she coughed blood onto the floor as a spearman drove it's long iron spear straight through her back. Intense agony flooded through her body. She couldn't even cry out.
Images flooded through her mind.
She remembered clearly she and Squall sitting in the cockpit of the Ragnarok minutes after the Lunar Cry happened.
She recalled the first hug she and Squall had ever shared after he rescued her from the Sorceress memorial.
"Will you marry me, Rinoa?" Squall had asked just when the fireworks he had ordered to be prepared for that moment of proposal erupted miles high into the sky. "Yes." She had whispered, tears sparkling in her eyes.
Squall… My husband… Rinoa thought with her last strain of life… My partner… I'm sorry… I can't go on.
With a last spear driven hard into her body, the flame that was Rinoa's life was extinguished.
Squall's POV
Just a few feet away, through a thick wall, Squall felt a pain tear at his heart. The pain was so sharp and acute that it was like nothing he had ever felt.
Somehow, he knew that Rinoa was dead. He hoped that what he felt wasn't true but deep down, he knew that Rinoa was dead.
Squall had taken care of the large bunch of 30 goblins with ease.
He laid his hand on the door handle and pushed.
He was in a large circular room with three doors. One of them was the one he had just entered. The other two were on its left and right. So, Squall thought, we were tricked into taking three separate paths that actually leads to the same room…
The ceiling was made of clear glass such that he could look at the sky.
"Enjoying the scenery, Squall?" A cold voice sneered from behind a high-backed throne.
The throne turned. It was Baal. Behind the throne was the wall. Hung upon that stretch of wall were his friends and wife.
Irvine, Selphie, Zell, Quistis and Rinoa. All of them were dead. Nothing mattered to Squall now. Adrenaline pumped through his veins.
He raised his Lionheart 3000 and charged forward. Before he could even take one step, he was blasted with a strong jet of dark energy. Squall flew backwards and smashed into the stone wall… Pain shot through his back.
He stood up and wiped away the trickle of blood that had oozed from his mouth.
"Holy!" Squall yelled just as Baal shot another dark energy ball towards him. The two balls of opposing colors hit each other and vaporized.
"So, you know how to play…" Baal sneered… "All the better for me to win you with…"
"We'll see about that, you demon!" Squall yelled. He raised his Lionheart 3000 again and charged forward.
He nimbly dodged the four dark energy balls that Baal shot. He leapt high above Baal who was no longer sitting on his throne.
"Impertinent…" Baal said coldly. 5 tentacles wriggled out of Baal's bare back and whipped Squall away.
Squall stood up again, the lashes on his skin bleeding. For Rinoa, I'll do anything, he thought.
He dashed forward again, his Lionheart 3000 held like a lance. Somehow, Baal did not see that coming. Baal was stabbed in the waist.
"Impertinent…" Baal repeated again. The Baal that he had stabbed had vanished in a puff of smoke. "That was just a phantom to lure you where I want… As a result of your impertinence, the hellish fires shall embrace you in evil! Hellfire!"
A hole crumbled in the stone floor, revealing a deep cavern full of fire and suffering spirits. A jet of dark fire flew out of the hole and blasted Squall straight in the face.
Squall yelled in anguish, clutching at his bubbling skin.
"The battle is over, Squall, and you've lost…" Baal sneered.
"Says who?" A mystical, dreamy sort of voice said from overhead.
"The battle has only just started." The voice said again.
Baal looked up and gasped.
Squall actually smiled in relief…
It was a…
End of Chapter 8
Author's note: The end of the chapter… Next chapter will probably be the last… Hope you loved this story as much as I did… Please R&R…