Prologue: Apocalypse

Disclaimer: All of these characters are property of Nintendo, Playstation, Namco, SquareEnix, and wherever else I may of stole characters from. I own nothing but this story and my own characters. Advent Children has no part in this. This will take place directly after Final Fantasy Seven (for the FF7 parts) and nothing from Advent Children will be in here.

Once, there existed five planets, and their fates were entwined.

From the cosmos came a beam of light, and there floated five dark figures; a man in a black cloak, with long, silver hair, a demon, mixed in many colors, including orange, red, and purple, with two large wings, a dragon, it seemed almost human, it wore a black cloak threaded of souls and silver armor above it, and a giant, king of the demons where he was from. The last one had no figure; or at the moment, at least; it was simply a big, bright figure made of light and darkness.

It spoke in a giant, demonic voice that echoed and boomed around the area. "You have all failed. Sephiroth, you were defeated," it said as the man with the silver hair looked as if he didn't care, "Night Terror, you failed to destroy Zasalamel and would have been sealed if I did not transport you up here," the multicolored demon was incapable of speak, but he knew what was spoken, "but, never the less, you have Soul Edge."

The demon spread its wings and rose up the giant, demonic sword.

"Good. You are not completely useless. Aphelion, "it said, facing the black and silver dragon, "You were defeated by the boy. You killed all the humans, though, did you not?"

The dragon put his head down. He would not say that he, in fact, was trying to save the humans. "Yes, I did."

"But you were defeated. Why were you at Gold Dragon Castle?"

"I was trying to," he stammered, "trying to put Quasar, the gold dragon, to rest. I wanted life, forgive me."

The figure stared at the dragon for a long moment, and turned to the giant without answering. "I took the Fire Emblem, Demon King," the figure said as he handed the creature a small stone, "take back your soul."

The giant took the rock, and was overtaken by unknown forces, and was in pain. When it settled, he spoke. "Lyon was useless. I need a new host. I would have defeated them if they had not had this sacred stone." He raised it, and gathered magic to destroy it, and the figure ordered him to stop. "Not yet." When asked why, he did not answer.

"Sephiroth. Give me your report," he finally said to the man with silver hair.

Sephiroth examined his long blade, and then stared the creature in the eyes. "Mother was defeated, her body fell into the Lifestream, her head destroyed by Cloud and the others. Meteor failed, too."

The creature of light and darkness kept his eyes locked with the man, almost as if he was searching inside him, seeing through. Then, he whispered to himself. "Jenova...my daughter..."

He turned to the demon. "Night Terror. You?" The demon closed its eyes, and talked to him telepathically. Zasalamel escaped, Siegfried has regained his will, almost sealing me, and Nightmare is still alive, somewhere, but I now have Soul Edge. "Good. You have not been worthless. I will let you hang on to the sword for now. Now, Aphelion," the being said, angrier now, but still slightly calm, "Only because of your abilities is why I will not obliterate you now. You are lucky your task succeeded, but as punishment for what you did, I will not free you from your sleep. Return to Dragon Lair Cave, and I will call you when your time is ready."

The dragon's dark eyes widened. Spreading his wings, as if trying to escape, it struggled to escape the inevitable magic that the being cast at him, sending him to sleep, deep within a forgotten cave.

After the void dissapeared and some silence took over the area once again, the being turned to the giant. "So, you are saying if you had a better host than Lyon and they did not have the Sacred Stone of Rausten you would have succeeded?"

The giant nodded. "Yes, I believe so." The being spoke again, "Then I will trust you. Keep your soul. It is time."

The three others floated there, unmoving.

"We failed to kill them separately. We will kill them while they are together."

The figure created of dark and light rose up his artificial hand, and shot a beam of magic, large enough for the people of the planets to see. It rose towards the sun, splitting, heading in different directions.

The people of the planets could only watch and wonder.