Based on the random thought the Endbringers are possibly Heartless. And also because I had to use the line:
"So even if we die, we shall do so as the lightning! We will burn bright and even if for but an instant... We will blot out the sun!"
Omake: Judgement
By: Major Session
As the world seemed to burn and Taylor looked out upon the ruins of New Delhi, she beheld the monster, the dreaded. Endbringer, Herokiller...
Behemoth.
The symbol carved into it's chest just the same as Leviathan's, a mockery in red and black upon crystal flesh. It was a symbol Mog, Boco, and even Ifrit feared. A symbol which across the Worlds, beyond the stars themselves symbolized death and despair.
The Broken Heart of the Heartless.
As the city burned around them all, Phir Se's final attack leveling the city and stripping Behemoth to the bone... It hadn't been enough.
Even as the remaining heroes poured their fire upon him. Bullets, railguns, missiles, fire, lightning, lasers, dimensional whorls... None of it could even scratch him now, let alone stop this monster, this destroyer of mankind.
And as Taylor lay knelt there, tired beyond belief... Her magic spent, on body hurt, aching as it cried out for rest and heart screamed for mercy...
She looked at Sabah lying beside her, breathing peacefully now, the burns healed by the Keyblade's touch.
Taylor stared and felt her heart burn with rage. After everything she'd tried, after everyone who sacrificed their lives or more, after the greatest heroes in the world had thrown their all at Behemoth still the heartless stood?
No more.
No more.
Staggering to her feet Taylor cast one last look at Sabah, Mog gently dabbing at her brow. The little Moogle just nodded, as if understanding without the need for words.
"Go, kupo. She'll be here to scold you when you come back." Mog said, his confidence in her unquestioning.
Despite how tired she was Taylor smiled.
"Thanks Mog." Taylor whispered.
Turning she looked back out at Behemoth as he strode on, standing in the ruins of the famous Taj Mahal where someone had set up the feild hospital. As the city's reflection burned in the ornamental lake, a little girl wondered up to Taylor.
The little girl was crying. She was crying as her home burned, destroyed by a monster from depths of nightmare.
"A-are you a hero?" The little girl asked, looking up at Taylor through tear stained eyes, the Keyblade translating the for her.
"I am." Taylor replied crouching down by the girl.
"H-he killed my m-mommy. Why did he kill her? She was my mommy." The little girl sobbed, arms wrapping around herself.
Taylor reached out then, pulling the girl into a hug. As a lump gre in her throat Taylor felt her anger burn, her tired heart rising up once more despite her bone deep weary. This girl who couldn't be a day over eight had lost her mother just as Taylor had. She knew that pain, she knew it well.
She would not let it stand.
As the little girl kept crying, she turned her to look at Taylor's face, still hidden in the darkness of her hood.
"Are... Are you going to beat him Miss Hero?" The girl asked.
Taylor nodded, a weary smile stretching her lips.
"Of course." Taylor said, giving the little girl a squeeze before gently pushing her towards Boco, who sat resting nearby.
Standing up again Taylor looked back at the battle and knew that come dawn she would regret this... But that she'd be unable to live with herself if she couldn't.
As Taylor took a step forward Taylor felt a hand grab her shoulder. Looking back Taylor saw Lily, Fletchette standing behind her.
Lily's face was ashen, that which wasn't burnt red and blistered and an entire arm was missing. That'd be the devil to grow back. The friend she'd made after Leviathan stared at her, eyes pleading.
"Wait Taylor. You can't... can't go back out there. You had a broken back and how are you even standing?" Lily wheezed, blood beginning to soak through the bandages at her side.
Taylor just looked at her friend, a soft smile teasing the edge of her darkened hood.
"I have to Flechette. They're counting on me." Taylor said, and gave a weary chuckle.
"But..." Lily began but was cut off as Taylor laid a hand on her shoulder.
"I have. There are still lives to save and a heartless to slay. It's my duty as a hero, as a Keyblader, more... It is my duty as a human. We will not bow to these monsters, not now not ever." Taylor said, her voice hard and growing in strength.
Turning away, she strode forward marching to towards the ruined palace, a desperate idea taking root in her mind.
Standing there, atop some of the lower ruins Taylor turned back again, looking out over the injured and the dead, over a dying city through which humanity struggled in desperate bid for life. Looking down she spotted Lily and a few other walking injured looking up at her. She needed to say something, anything. So that if she died today at least Sabah, Lily, Mog, Boco, Ifrit, Lisa, Carlos, Dennis, Missy, Dinah... So that all her friends would know why.
Feeling the familiar warmth of magic surge through her Taylor lifted the Keyblade aloft, imbuing her will into the magic. The magic reached out, piercing the veil between the realms, through the Lanes and into the space Between. twirling the Keyblade as a magic circle forged in blazing silver appeared below, Taylor screamed out her defiance.
"We will never accept death, we shall defy her to the end! But even if we must die here we shall not do it upon bended knee. So even if we die, we shall do so as the lightning! We will burn bright and even if for but an instant... We will blot out the sun!"
And Taylor slammed the Keyblade down, piercing the magic circle in a shower of white sparks. Around her the, ruins groaned, sparks of light tracing their way across masonry and rubble, across golden plate and shatter ceramic. The light falling upon a beauty fallen to ruin, but a beauty all the same.
A shell if not fitting, then perhaps worthy for a god.
As the rubble glowed and flared with light it rose up. Growing, expanding as Taylor poured her very heart in the summoning.
As she collapsed spent, Taylor looked down from the battlements of one of the greatest Espers from the Space Between.
A rumbling voice shook her then.
"So you call upon me now, in this your darkest hour?"
"Yes," Taylor gasped, her energy spent. "Please... Save them."
"As you wish. Come! Let this heartless face the wrath of Alexander and feel my Judgement!"