THE PRICE OF POWER
a final fantasy 6 fiction by
michael collins
A fractured existence, it lives only as the disembodied vapour of a beast. It should not be: the rest of its kind are gone from the world, sacrificed in the final battle of men. And yet it is. It was severed from its corporeal form as it was severed from its love and its family, but it remained tied to the world by its will alone. The void claimed him, but Arak refused its call; he fell into the dark regions where the black ones slept, and there he lived, collecting his hatred to open a door into the heart of the half-woman. Through her he would live again. Through her, he would exact his vengeance upon her comrades.
The humans...they had called on powers beyond their comprehension and their war had ended more than they could ever realize. The Dark Espers had little interest in the mortal world, and so most humans did not even know that they existed. Only the most powerful of their magicians could travel to their hidden reality, and the Dark Espers scorned their invocations and spit upon their pleas for power. Most of those men had lost their minds...and if Arak had his way, many more would fall under the blade of his insanity. Everything he had ever known or loved had been destroyed, annihilated by the humans. Nothing magical lived now in the world. The Espers of Light might be satisfied with death, but not Arak. He would avenge the spirits of the other world.
He had been drawing power from the twisted things that lived in this realm, though it brought him near to madness himself. After two years of silence, he now had enough energy placed in his spell-desire to break the barrier between the worlds. He would not wait any longer. Now he would work his black magic.
The girl...the half-esper girl...he reached through the cosmos and placed his hate within her. With all of his power he called the cells of the lost beast within her to return. Rage! Rage! he called to her. Slay my foes for the glory of the lost ones! Arise and destroy! Arise, arise! You have lost the way of Faerie, but I will baptize you in the blood of your dearest friends and you will thus be made holy once again...claim your birthright as a beast and RISE! I command it--do my will! Obey me, for I am Arak the Wicked, Lord King ot the Dark Espers, and I will have my vengeance! SLAY THE HUMANS! SLAY! SLAY! SLAY!
And the force of his will created a seed of hatred within her. Blackening her human soul, it spread to the vestiges of the Esper within her and created something new in their place...something dark and filled with fury. That night the girl dreamed of blood and death. In the morning she awoke with a smile.
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A/N: FUCK YOU!
wait till tommorow for the next chapter, bitches.