Special BGM – Final Fantasy X : Patricide

"Ah…Bevelle. The home of the Yevon religion. A masterpiece of architecture, every building of it. Isn't it magnificent, Dani?" Miraak spoke whimsically, looking out over the red-colored city and raising his arms.

"Yes, my lord. All the better for us to take it." I answered with a smile, gazing out at the city. Even through my blindness I could sense the life here.

"Precisely. And soon, it will belong to us indeed. Zahrahmiik, it is time." He nodded, and turned to his loyal dragon.

"Of course, Master. I will tell the others. ALOK, DOVAH! ALOK!" The dragon nodded, and let out an ear-piercing roar.

As we turned around, no less than thirty-five dragons and their riders, not including Zahrahmiik, roared back in affirmation, and took off into the sky.

I mounted another dragon, and took off into the sky as well. Miraak himself did so as well a few minutes later.

It was time. Time for the Cult of Miraak to rise once more.

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Nobody had seen it coming.

No time to react. No time to defend or prepare. No time to evacuate properly.

So, it was pure and unbridled chaos when thirty-six dragons descended upon the great city, and immediately started breathing fire and ice upon it.

Buildings were shattered and broken as the dragons slammed into them with their tails and fierce talons, rubble falling on the innocents below.

What Yevon soldiers and defenses that managed to get outfitted and ready in time, were completely wiped out by the overwhelming force of their Shouts.

Most frightening of all was the man in the armored robes, the one who wore the golden mask, for he Shouted and destroyed much of the temple of Bahamut, a sacred place in which Summoners had once prayed.

Within three hours, the city was taken by the attackers.

For, while destruction rained down upon us from above, their other cultists marched unhindered into the city. Ranging from indoctrinated and controlled farmers to hardline and loyal cultists, they were equally destructive in their intent.

Regardless of point of view and part one took in that night, one thing cannot be disputed by anybody.

It was a massacre.

Blood and corpses littered the streets, the bodies of innocents and such littering the once pristine streets.

While the attackers apparently suffered no casualties, we discovered later that about ninety-five percent of the inhabitants of Bevelle were slaughtered.

The rest of us fled to Luca, an extremely long walk in which many were killed by fiends and bandits.

There is no Yevon. No god.

What kind of god would allow this to happen?

So many innocents to die?

It is a lie.

-Frederick Ducard, one of the few survivors of the Bevelle Massacre

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Miraak opened the door telekinetically, revealing the courtroom and Grand Maester Yo Mika.

"Ah… Mika. It's been far too long, hasn't it?" Miraak greeted him sarcastically, raising his arms in a grand flourish.

"Miraak…the Betrayer spoke of in our oldest legends of Yevon. A dark being who has done nothing but cause destruction and death in this world." The old man responded shortly.

"You're one to talk. I may have been sealed in Apocrypha for all those years, but I still saw what was happening. So many summoners dying for nothing, and their souls now belonging to me." The armored being laughed metallically, mocking the Maester's words.

"Begone, undead! You will be judged by Yevon for this atrocity." Mika retained his composure, and spoke as several armored soldiers arrived from other doors.

"Ahhh…these are the Lennox Paladins I've heard so much about. Impressive." Miraak looked around, the armored warriors numbering over a dozen.

"Begone!" Mika rose his voice, and the paladins moved in.

"Impressive…but still very dead. Zun Haal Viik!" The Dragonborn laughed, and Shouted, the sheer power of the Voice enough to shatter any glass nearby.

However, the true power was revealed when the dust cleared.

The Paladins were disarmed, their weapons pinned to the walls as if they were glued there.

"Heheheheh…die, mortals!" Miraak drew his own blade, a curved longsword with tentacles writhing around it, stemming from the base of the guard, and electricity crackled from his other hand.

Maester Mika watched as the defenseless group of elite Paladins were slaughtered by his fatal blows, breaking and cutting like wheat before the scythe.

Within five minutes, the force of thirty were all dead, their blood painting the ground and walls.

Miraak himself was also covered in blood, his boots and the edges of his robes dipped in the crimson liquid. His Mask was splashed with it as well, his sword dripping it. Turning to face the risen podium on which Mika stood, he cackled evilly.

"Now do you see? Now do you see the death and destruction that has come? Spira will bow before Miraak before this is over! It's a pity you won't be there to see it. Wuld Nah Kest!" His Shout gave him incredible speed, enough to burst forward and slam into the old man, gripping him by the throat.

"…G-Gah…ahh…" Miraak's chuckling faded briefly as pyreflies filled the air, the Maester's body turning transparent.

"Not so fast, Maester. You aren't getting away so easily. Besides, what makes you think Apocrypha is any safer? I rule there! No…you are defeated. Accept it, and become a part of me now! Krii Lun Aus!" The draft in the room picked up as Miraak Shouted once again, quickly becoming a whirlwind, the center of this sudden storm being the two.

Instead of escaping and fading, Mika's pyreflies instead were absorbed by Miraak, and the Maester uttered one last word of surprise, shock, and defeat.

"M-Monster…" As he spoke the last syllable, his entire body faded away into the pyreflies, all of which were then absorbed by Miraak. As this occurred, several cultists arrived, led by a sword-wielding Dani.

He stood there, his hand still raised, and began speaking after a minute of silence.

"It is done. Bevelle is ours, and the Grand Maester is gone once and for all. Darkness has once again returned to consume Spira. All worlds begin in darkness, and all so will end. The soul is no different. Darkness sprouts within it, it grows…it consumes…in the end, all life returns to the darkness of the void from which it came! Spira has deluded itself into believing otherwise. Yevon and Sin were merely another method of ending this prolonged hell, but man resisted the end that they deserved…so now we are here, to put an end to this world once and for all. We will gain control over them…and exterminate them like the insects they are! This Nahgahdinok is nothing more than a pretender, a tool of the Destroyers of legend! Chaos was defeated, but his influence still remains in Spira. Cut off the head of the dragon that is Chaos, and then cut out the heart that is Harmony! These false deities must die, for Miraak's time has COME! FUS ROH DAH!" The entire building began collapsing as Miraak finished his speech and Shouted at the supports. The night sky was revealed as the roof and ceiling collapsed in the mist.

While the cultists stumbled about, Dani remained behind with him.

"What is our next move, my Lord? I have received word that Kilika was recently attacked by the Unbeing, the Necromancer Ether." She bowed, and Miraak turned to her.

"Go to Besaid. The Mask of Azhidal is in grave danger, and I require more power. It is hidden within the deepest confines of the Cloister of Trials in their Temple. Be discreet, and do not attract attention. If any interested parties were to know that we are searching for my Masks, it could create…complications. Return here with the Mask, and I will tell you what to do next." He ordered, turning to walk away as he finished his last sentence.

"Where are you going, my Lord?" She asked curiously.

"Their Fayth, of course. Bahamut will be very useful, and I'm sure Yojimbo and Ifrit would appreciate the company." He answered brusquely, and continue walking away.

"Hmm…now how do I get there? Flying there on a dragon is too noticeable and is bound to attract attention. So I'll take a boat from Kilika, I can fly there at least. But how am I going to get on the boat…they're suspicious enough with all these Chaos Born and dragon attacks. Perhaps I'll pose as a summoner, heading to Besaid for the Temple. That alone will get me into the Temple with little difficulty. However…I'll need different clothes, and someone or something to pose as my Guardian. Another Cultist is too noticeable, just one of us causes enough trouble, and I don't trust any of these backstabbing bootlickers to help with this. Perhaps my dog, Sceolang, will suffice. Not many people in those parts have seen a Husky before, though. Oh, well, best attend to the disguise part of this…ugh…something tells me that I'm going to end up wearing something stupid or too revealing. Those summoners always end up doing that." She thought to herself, pacing around the room in deep thought, sheathing her sword. The roar of her personal mount, Nuuveran, caught her attention, and she walked off to deal with her new mission.

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Bonus points to those who can figure out where the inspiration for Miraak's speech to the cultists came from :D