"Your augmentation starts tomorrow. You excited?"

Kefka grinned at the scientist in front of him, running a hand through his long hair. "More excited than you'll ever know." The woman laughed.

"I beg to differ! We've been waiting for this for years now, Kefka. We're all just as excited as you are for it. Just think about it, tomorrow, when you wake up, you'll be able to perform miracles! Heal the wounded, fry your enemies. You'll practically be God!" Kefka laughed alongside her as he tweaked a few things on the control panel next to him.

"Being God sounds nice. Kefka, God of Gaia. Doesn't that sound atrocious, though? And I'm sure the Goddesses would complain about it. I'm pretty sure it's a girls' only club." He moved away from the panel and went on to the next one.

"Don't worry, Kefka, you can just wear a dress. They'll never know the difference," She laughed as Kefka gave her a friendly slap to the shoulder, "Seriously, though. Good luck tomorrow. Good luck to all of us. And when it's all said and done with, we'll hold a feast in here, in your honour."

And Kefka laughed, excited for the next day.

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"Alright, we're going to inject you with something to make you go to sleep," Cid tied off part of Kefka's arm, finding a vein, and injecting him with some sort of serum. At first, it felt like ice coursing through his veins, but it soon warmed, giving him a soft, pleasant feeling. "Count backwards from ten."

"Ten…nine…e-"

Before he could even finish the countdown, he was fast asleep.

---

He could see his mother, half of her head blown off, leering at him. "You think this is the answer to all your problems, don't you?" The voice did not belong to his mother. It wasn't the comforting, gentle voice he remembered, but instead a hacking, wheezing voice that laughed at him. "You think you'll be able to show those soldiers who's boss now, don't you? But you can't do that. Not you, Kefka." She let loose another cackle, and began to mutate in front of his very eyes. He tried to twist away from the hideous view in front of him, but he was held in place.

"Never you. You think you'll really be strong enough?" She continued to mutate, what was left of her hair turning into worms, her fingers twisting grotesquely, her face contorting. "You'll always be a weakling."

"N-No I won't! I'll be strong after this! I'll be God after this!"

"God!? HAH! Don't make me laugh. You really want to be God, Kefka?" The creature limped up to him. She smelt foul, like she had been dead for a long time, and she looked frightening close up. Again, he tried to shut his eyes, twist away, anything to get away from the disgusting crone in front of him, but nothing would work. His body was completely frozen. "You're nothing but a pathetic little boy. Or should I say girl? Uwee hee hee, you even give women a bad name, Kefka. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"I-I'm going to be…"

"Going to be what? You'll just go back to being the soldiers' plaything. Nothing will have changed. You'll never change, meek one."

That's when he finally snapped. Memories of the rape came rushing back to him, how he'd screamed no, how he'd cried, the bruises, the cuts, the ache. No! He would never go through that again! He WOULD be God! He would RULE these maggots! They would bend to his every whim, his every desire! THEY would be the playthings! Never Kefka, never again!

"I will change! I will be God, and they will all worship me, fear me, adore me! I will force them to! Fuck them all, I will make their lives a living hell!"

And with an insane laugh, he awoke.

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"Kefka…? Kefka! He's awake!"

He opened his eyes and sneered at the people in front of him. Maggots. They were all maggots. Not worthy of even seeing him.

"Get out of here," He commanded, standing up, albeit woozily. "I don't want to see any of you."

The woman who he had once called friend looked surprised, "But Kefka, it's us. Remember us?" She reached over to put a hand on his shoulder, and he shoved her away.

"Don't touch me, maggot! You're not worthy enough to touch me! None of you are worthy enough to /look/ at me!" He began to walk away, to find the barracks. He would make that soldier pay. He would make all of them pay for what they did to him. They didn't deserve to live.

Soon enough, he would be the one who decided who lived or died. The world would be in his hands, wrenched away from the idiot emperor.

"Well if it isn't pretty princess!"

And immediately, Kefka cast a spell.

That was one maggot down.

The rest of the world to go.