Disclaimer: It is I, Quistis Trepe. I am here to write the disclaimer. Me, my brains and my magical world does not belong to the author of this story.

The Devil's Cry: A FFVIII

Chapter 9

Author's note: Before I begin my last chapter, I want to let all of you know how much all your support means to me. It has been a pleasure reading your reviews and writing this story for you. I'll miss spending the night thinking what disaster Squall and gang will face. After this story, I might proceed to write a Resident Evil fanfic or a Riveria: The Promised Land fanfic.

The Story Begins…

It was a Phoenix.

Wings as wide as those of a jet and body flaming orange. It was a beautiful sight.

"Do you remember me, Squall? You called for my help using a Phoenix Pinion during your fight with Ultimecia." The phoenix said, its warm eyes looking down at him.

"Yes… I recall…" Said Squall, coughing more blood onto the floor.

"And I swore, did I not, that I would return when you have need of me?" The phoenix said in its comforting voice.

"Yes… You did…" Having said so, Squall slumped onto the floor, unconscious.

Baal, having mistook Squall for being dead let out an evil cackle. "You are too late, turkey. Squall and the rest are dead and I shall conquer Earth."

"Your rudeness, normally, would not be tolerated. But I came here for Squall today." The phoenix said coldly.

The phoenix flapped its wings once. Fine, gold powder fluttered onto Squall, Rinoa, Irvine, Selphie, Quistis and Zell.

Squall awoke first. He struggled to stand up and rushed over to Rinoa. Rinoa's eyelids were fluttering. Squall felt a pulse on her wrist.

"Thank you, great phoenix. I shall never forget your kindness." Squall beamed up at the bird of fire.

The bird beamed and, with a twitch of its wings, vanished.

"Squall?" Rinoa's faint voice called out.

Squall looked down at her as the rest of the group stirred and awakened.

"Say no more for now, my love. We have a war to fight." Squall told her gently, planting a kiss on her warm cheek.

As a unified front, the group stood up together, glaring at the abomination, Baal.

Squall stepped forward, in front of the group.

"You led us here on false pretences that you would return Selphie to us if we could defeat you, do you deny that, demon?" Squall asked in a loud, ringing tone.

Squall seemed to be glowing white as though he had an aura.

"I expect an answer when I ask you a question, demon!" Squall said again, not sounding like himself at all.

Baal sneered. "Who the hell do you think you are? Faking a voice to scare me?"

"I am your worst nightmare, Baal. I am The Guardian of the Elements, Jegan." Squall said, sounding more like a mystical character.

"Jegan!" Fear flashed across Baal's face.

Squall's body began to fade. Fade to nothingness…

When he was gone, a bright beam of light shone down on where he last stood. The rest of the group just stared, transfixed.

An angel began to descend. Long dark hair with shining bright eyes. Pure-white wings unfurled out of his back. In it's hand, it held a electric-blue scythe.

Then, it spoke,

"Sources of light
With ancient spin
Send forth the magic power within.

Goddess above, hear my cry

Watch over me as I pass judgement on this demon!"

The angel, Jegan, raised his scythe high over his head and said, "Lost Seraph!"

The blue scythe glowed white.

Without hesitation, Jegan flew over with his wings and slashed a stunned Baal right in the chest.

Raising his scythe over and over again, Jegan slashed Baal repeatedly till he was sure Baal had perished.

Out of the wounds on Baal's body, a dark liquid flowed. The liquid, as Jegan explained, was pure darkness. It would be harmless in that state.

Having done his job, Jegan flew away and left Squall behind.

Sobbing, Rinoa ran towards Squall and flung her arms around his neck, kissing every inch of his face she could find.

"What happened?" Squall asked, drowning in kisses.

"We'll explain later." Zell smiled.

Selphie had, too, flung her arms around Irvine as tightly as she could and Irvine was stroking her hair gently.

"Lets go everyone! Home!" Squall shouted, linking hands with Rinoa.

As they burst out of the front doors of the castle, they smiled up at the bright sunlight that seemed to embrace them.

They passed by the villages and informed them that Baal has been vanquished. They had a party there and departed for the Ragnarok.

Roger smiled as Selphie and the rest boarded. "This is your rightful seat, Miss Tilmitt." He stood up and indicated the pilot's seat.

Beaming, Selphie sat down and geared up the engine.

Everyone was feeling warm and contented as Ragnarok shot towards Earth, towards home. And towards their Final Fantasy…

THE END OF THE DEVIL'S CRY

Author's note: This is it, folks… The end of this story… Hope all of you liked it… I had a great time writing this, short as it may be… I loved every moment of this story… And to my fans (if I have any… ), thank you all…