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Trivial.
How long has it been since I last bled, since my time in the Lifestream? I have memories of more recent, but none so vivid as this. How long has it been? Decades? Centuries?
Millennia?
It seems so long.
In the end, is trivial. A fitting birth to the dark world that I envision. It is as that day in Wutai. For every drop of blood I shed, the enemy weeps it until it becomes a storm. It is the only price for touching those descended from heaven.
As proof, the taste of the world seems to turn til it pleases the tongues of cherished ones. These creatures that flood every niche and crevice. They are grotesques of modern penance... in a way, they are beautiful. But the price they have paid to come to me is all the same. It is the only price.
Like black points of despair, every man and every woman of the traitorous realms of Society cries. They cry as the talons of Mother's love grips these earths. Even now, I feel her touch once again in the skies. Something so familiar... can it be family? When the time is right, I will reach out to them.. The battle that split the skies was a beacon to our dominance.
Did the others imagine it was my idea to kill them? Laughable.
A shadow of torment and despair, the vomit of the disloyal, crawls over these worlds. I observe, and I smile faintly.
At last... I feel alive.
there is an area in the radiant garden, far removed from the vagaries of town and the bright spaces where mortals gather, an abandoned wound in the earth beyond. a place where the heartless gathered. it is there that sephiroth erected his monument. a massive Heartless is there, speared through on a mountain spire. it still writhes to this day. there is not enough left of the others to bear mentioning...
How long has it been since I last bled, since my time in the Lifestream? I have memories of more recent, but none so vivid as this. How long has it been? Decades? Centuries?
Millennia?
It seems so long.
In the end, is trivial. A fitting birth to the dark world that I envision. It is as that day in Wutai. For every drop of blood I shed, the enemy weeps it until it becomes a storm. It is the only price for touching those descended from heaven.
As proof, the taste of the world seems to turn til it pleases the tongues of cherished ones. These creatures that flood every niche and crevice. They are grotesques of modern penance... in a way, they are beautiful. But the price they have paid to come to me is all the same. It is the only price.
Like black points of despair, every man and every woman of the traitorous realms of Society cries. They cry as the talons of Mother's love grips these earths. Even now, I feel her touch once again in the skies. Something so familiar... can it be family? When the time is right, I will reach out to them.. The battle that split the skies was a beacon to our dominance.
Did the others imagine it was my idea to kill them? Laughable.
A shadow of torment and despair, the vomit of the disloyal, crawls over these worlds. I observe, and I smile faintly.
At last... I feel alive.
there is an area in the radiant garden, far removed from the vagaries of town and the bright spaces where mortals gather, an abandoned wound in the earth beyond. a place where the heartless gathered. it is there that sephiroth erected his monument. a massive Heartless is there, speared through on a mountain spire. it still writhes to this day. there is not enough left of the others to bear mentioning...