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Kefka smiled nastily when he and his pitiful excuse for an escort crested the final hill to overlook the Imperial encampment just outside the castle of Doma. At last, he had traversed the terrain of the Haunted Forest, bested the gauntlet of the Phantom Train, and even derailed the fiendish Doomtrain, obtaining its unholy power as his own. And he would be sure to use it to its fullest extent. And now, he stood upon the doorstep of a dying castle, as well as the destruction of the Returners against the heel of his boot! He simply couldn't help himself; Kefka began a slimy chuckle, and then it grew into a consuming cackle which rebounded across the hills and trees, filling all who heard it will a compounded sense of dread and despair.
The guard at his side cringed wearily at his charge's insane laughing. The journey had clearly not been an easy one for him. But now, it was all over and done with. Now, they would rejoin the ground forces and lead the assault on the besieged castle. And also... there was Kefka's other plan.
The Returners were a grave threat to the Empire's machinations, this everyone knew, and it was true that Kefka and his retinue of magitek troopers were there to primarily wipe them out. But, secretly, the court mage had another agenda seperate from Gestahl's petty preventative maintenance. Hidden within Doma's vast library of books and scrolls, there was a vault of teeming information, spanning continents and enveloping centuries of knowledge. There was no telling what one could find in there, what untold and terrible secrets one could uncover when perusing the dusty tomes.
Kefka intended to find out.
He had already tried to create a doomsday weapon out of the girl. She had escaped, and so, his experiement failed. There had to be another way. There had to be a secret to bringing about the Apocalypse. Well, if there was any place that it would be hidden, it would be Doma's library, and the mage intended to comb through every single wretched volume until he had found what he was seeking.
Crossing down from the steep incline leading to the main camp, Kefka spied a sentry loitering with a bored look upon his face. At the appearance of the Court Mage, he immediately snapped to attention so fast that his spine might've snapped from the sudden movement. Kefka replied casually, "Inform your commanding officer that Lord Kefka is here and desires an audience."
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Last Edit: Nov 25, 2009 12:48:53 GMT by kefkapalazzo
A chill ran up her spine as a gruesome cackle rang through the air. Birds sprang from their branches out of fear, and rodents from their burrows in axious fleets. Xahna scanned the landscape between the trees and the castle, her gaze landing upon a peculiar man in garish clothing. There appeared to be someone by his side, someone who seemed extremely tense, almost.. terrified. Xahna squinted as the leaves above her head blew, and a ray of sun blinded her. I wonder.. She thought, intrigued by the man. There was an.. eery air about him, though the distance between them diminished it significantly, she was sure.
Enthralled, Xahna leapt from her branch on the tree, breaking off twigs and tearing off leaves in the process. She'd had no business in the area thus far, but her discovery of this mystery man interested her, and she could not pass up the opportunity to study him. She ambled toward the encampment.
Xahna unwrapped a piece of ribbon from around her left bicep, and pulled her hair up, tying it into a loose bun. She walked by multiple bystanders, each with equally bored expressions on their faces. Xahna slowed when she spotted the man in the colourful garbs, and stared incredulously when he snapped around to converse with the Court Mage. He wanted an audience. Xahna's eyes narrowed, and her brows furrowed. I wonder what he wants.. It was obvious that the man desired something of importance.
Xahna was uneasy, standing out in the open like this; it was something she wasn't used to, and wouldn't get used to. Her research was usually don't in secret, and though technically this reasearch was still secret, she couldn't help but feel exposed. This stranger's presence and appearance added to her uneasiness. The longer she watched him, the stranger - not to mention creepier - he became.
(( Eh, this post isn't very long, but I don't really have much to say/do right now ))
Things in the Doma capital were going fine. At the moment the troops had siezed most of the surrounding lands, all that remained was the cast iron fortress that was Doma Castle. The King wasn't letting up and neither were the brave warriors who continued to defend against every assault that the empire could throw at them. General Leo was in charge of the siege of Doma. And lately he'd been in talks with the King of the country. Neither of them wanted war against the other. Leo respected the wariors of Doma and their skill. Thus far he believed that too many innocent lives had been shed in such a fruitless conflict. The Emperor wanted Doma to be put down and become a subservant ally. The king would still remain in charge of his realm. But he would answer to the emperor.
It was the pride of men however that was the issue here. The king of Doma and his people were not willing to give in. In fact...there were wide spread rumours that the conflict in Doma had started up the Returners anti Empire movement. If this was true. Doma would be shown no mercy. The peace talks would cease...and the blood bath would begin. Leo didn't want that. There was another talk coming up later today. But unfortunatly for the general. Fate would intervine. He'd never see the peace talks. A guard entered his room. Saluted. " Sir!....Lord Kefka demands to see you at once Sir!...". Leo held his head in his hands, a headache begining to form at the base of his temple. " Very well...I'll be out in a moment...". The court mage wasn't known for his good humour.
In fact...before becoming a court mage, he stood in Leo's shoes. A general of the imperial army. And a ruthless one at that. But lately his once brilliant mind had seemed to...flee. Leo didn't like meetings with the mage. But he'd do so. He strapped his sword to him and walked outside, finding Kefka, and a strange girl, obviously not with the army, standing a few paces behind. Regardless he kept his eyes on Kefka. The man was unpredicatable.
The guard rushed away as if the seat of his pants were on fire towards the command tent, leaving Kefka with his escort. The harlequin mage simply waved the poor sod away, giving him permission to return to the barracks. He no longer needed protection, not within the bosom of a heavily fortified Imperial encampment. And by reports, his contingent of Magitek troopers would be here in a matter of days. A lucky break, he thought delightedly. That would give him enough time to poison the river, kill everyone inside that deathtrap of a castle, sneak in and raid the archives for his information before the rest of the army began its sacking of the castle. A spark of cheer lighted in Kefka's twisted, withered heart. He was so close he could practically taste the singed remains of scorched earth and blasted corpses. Life would end, existence would end... and in the most dramatic way possible!
He would have continued on with his fantasies about wanton destruction and violence, had he not seen an odd sight from the corner of his eye: a young woman, strangely dressed, and with platinum silver hair, pitch black at the tips, tied into a bun behind her head. And she was standing not very far away from where Kefka was at the moment. At first, the Court Mage thought that she was a mercenary hired by General Leo to help with the siege, but why such a young whelp as this one would be upon a battlefield in the first place was beyond comprehension. That sword at her side might've been evidence enough that she was a warrior, but she appeared to be in her late teens at most! And besides, wasn't the Empire opposed to hiring mercs in the first place, according to so-called "national pride"?
Kefka would've wheeled around and confronted her about her purpose in a military-controlled area (since it was apparent that none of the other troopers would do such a thing; they were looking so lethargic that she probably could've gotten in unopposed), when the person that Kefka wanted to see started to walk brusquely towards him from the command pavillion. Almost at once, the mage had to reduce the intensity of the fire in his icy blue eyes, simmering them to a cold smoldering. How he hate, hate, hate, hated this man... After Kefka's fall from grace as a top general in the Gestahlian Armed Forces, it was Leo Cristophe who took up his reigns and position, while Kefka was given the consolation position of Court Mage. Though still powerful and influencial by any means, Kefka never forgave this man for taking his position and his prestige away from him. He noted with a touch of irony that Cristophe, ever-honorable Cristophe, addressed him by the formality of "Lord", and clearly expected suitable greetings.
Well, that blockheaded buffoon could stuff it, because Kefka would never referr to him by the title of General, his rightful title! Not in a million years!
Thus, Kefka responded thus with a terse answer, "You may dispense with the pleasentries, Cristophe." Ignoring the odd-looking girl behind him for now, Kefka raised a white-painted finger, topped by a menacing-looking red claw, and beckoned the general to follow him through the encampment. Leo obliged, and the two began to walk side by side, appearing as if to observe the troops, but in essence, they were carrying on a private* conversation.
"Word has reached the ears of the capital of this deadlock you are now engaged in with the defenders of Doma. Naturally, Gestahl is most displeased by your apparent lack of motivation, Cristophe, hence why he sent me all this way." His icy eyes lost none of their smoldering displeasure when he looked at the man. "I am here, by order of the Imperium, to put your men back on schedule."
Word Count: 679 x2: 1358 Word Total: 2224
(( * When I say "private", I mean that Xahna can use her assassin's skills to hear every word spoken, should she wish to do so. ))
To say the least of things General Leo wasn't too happy about the Court Mages arrival. He had heard what went on in the Kingdom of South Figaro. Reports of what had went on there had already reached this area. And the fact that Kefka had single handedly made it through the Phantom Forest. Or at least. Thats what the report said. Kefka had trailed into the forest looking for a short cut through to Doma. And well..here he was. Even Leo would think twice before going into the forest on his own. And yet. Here the man was...no worse for the ware. He couldn't have helped himself thinking that perhaps if Kefka was mysteriously " lost" in that forest things would have been all the better in the empire,
" Unfortunatly Kefka....this dead lock isn't something we can change...Doma Castle is well built and well defended. Even with the Magitek armours we've been having trouble taking any ground whatsoever ".
He shook his head. " They seem to have plenty of food and water...and are willing to wait us out...by the costs of this deadlock its likely we'll have to return to the captial before then...". He shook his head. " But we've been in talks with the leadership of Doma and the King is begining to bend....I think I can talk him down into becoming a puppet of the Empire...I just need some more time...". He lowered his eyes. He already knew time wasn't something he was going to get with this clown. The man was insane. And merciless to boot. He could easily see the court mage resorting to inhumane tactics to break this deadlock. Something Leo wasn't willing to do. " Sir a letter just arrived from a carrier pigeon!". Leo turned around.
" Bring it to me...".
The letter was given to himm. And his face creased up. "...It appears I am being called back to the captial...and Lord Kefka is being placed in charge of the siege.....". He turned his back on Kefka. Walking to his tent.
Nature continued to show the human eye just how beautiful it truly was. The trees and flowers revealed their full glory as if a rainbow of colours littered the grasslands. However the tree themselves revealed its yellow and orange coloured leaves. The sky was like an ocean gently guiding the white clouds just like ships trying to cross its majestic beauty, the wildlife was a happy and care free as the wind. All was just as quiet as a trickling lake, but the sound of footsteps. The sacred lands of Doma had been disturbed by the threat of war. The Empire was an organisation created by Emperor Gesthal, a ruthless ruler that wanted dominion over all life and all the lands. And the Kingdom of Doma was just one of many that stood in the Empire's way, it was only a matter of time before war would be waged and humanity' s darkest sin would be realised once again.
Lives will be lost, minds will be changed forever and lands will forever be destroyed. Their dominance and power appeared in the form of ancient machines powered by the stolen powers of Espers; three individuals led this mighty army. The first was a man known as General Leo, deadly with a blade he was a man filled with honour. The second was a man called Kefka, he was a being who underwent an experiment. It was a success in Kefka's mad eyes. But in reality it was a complete disaster, it transformed him to a truly evil and sick mad man. The third but not least was a young teenage girl who was brought up in a world of war and destruction, at a young age she too underwent the same experiment like Kefka. But luck was on her side and years later she stands tall as a General within in the Empire.
Celes Chere grew up into becoming a Magitek Knight. Now this was story and the beginning of her destiny. The Imperial Camp of the Empire stood tall and confident, it was just a matter of time before Doma would fall. Standing just near the entrance of the Imperial Camp was a young blonde girl, two of the guards that guarded the entrance stood bolt up right and saluted the girl. Wearing a tight leaf green body suit, long brown soft boots and a long snow coloured cloak that gently flowed around her, with a sigh she entered the camp and watched as the guards went back to their guarding positions. She looked around at the other soldiers as they trained, rested or prepared themselves to aid in the defeat of the Doma Kingdom.
Looking focused Celes immediately headed towards the main campsite her white cloak gently flowed with each step. Immediately she saw the image of Kefka standing alongside some men, Celes knew that Kefka and herself was connected due to them both having the same treatment. But deep down she hated him for being so mad with power, but he was her superior officer and Celes had no choice but to follow his orders. Once she arrived she watched as General Leo himself went back to his tent, Leo was always a man that Celes respected most of all in the Empire. His ability with is blade was a truly rare sight to behold, but not only was he a leader and a fellow General but deep down there was a strong sense of honour and she respected him for that and not for his abilities.
As he headed towards his tent Celes stepped to one side and said” General Leo”. She said in respect. Watching him leave Celes sighed and headed towards Kefka, seeing that now she was hear within the encampment Celes decided to help in the fight against Doma. But deep down she somehow sensed that something was not right, still she simply said, “ Will you have me join you Kefka?”
The smell of sweet death lingered in the otherwise untainted air. It filled Exdeath’s massive lungs, like ecstasy, it drove him crazy and though he would have to wait, he would wait excitedly for his participation in the slaughter that was inevitable in the kingdom of Doma. Though the war had already began and had been going for some time, the intel Exdeath gathered was that the Empire’s armies had not broken through the barriers and fortifications yet. This was slightly disappointing, even for Exdeath to hear. He was not an official member of this faction; still he had fought with them on numerous occasions. From his experiences, this magitek army was a fearful force on the battlefield. Personally, he blamed the army’s current lack of success on their present General, Cristophe. Albeit the man was strong without a doubt, he had a soft side. This ‘soft side’ surely did not exist in the man that Exdeath would call a friend and ally, Kefka. It was men like the Court Mage that needed to head armies because they would get the job of total annihilation done without second thought. Soon enough, Exdeath would find out that the powers did in fact switch and now, his murderous ally would be leading the ruin of Doma.
Exdeath walked through the Empire encampment, a short distance from Doma. As he walked, his large, eight-foot figure with sky blue armor was certainly noticed among the magitek soldiers. His massive blade, Hopesbane, was shining at his side. Many cringed at the sight of this giant for his name was surely known among their ranks. Exdeath was notorious for his complete lack of empathy and sadism. His skill with blade and magic was also renowned.
Large metal boots crunched the ground beneath them as he wandered onto the scene-taking place. In it was General Cristophe, though Exdeath was not one for formalities, so when referring to him, he would call him simply by Leo or Cristophe. Next was his insane and powerful ally, Kefka, who seemed to be enjoying the situation, in which case, Cristophe was not. Not far from them was a small, young woman with platinum-silver hair. Exdeath did not know her, but he certainly took note of her. The last keynote figure in this scene was another woman with long, golden hair and a green body suit. Exdeath did not know this woman personally; nonetheless, he knew her to be a General.
Taking a few steps forward as Cristophe went to leave, Exdeath entered the scene. His physical presence was nearly as large as his overwhelming aura of malice and hate as he stared at the surrounding company through the small slits in his full helm. He had just missed the altercation between the two male Generals; nevertheless, he assumed that it was not an argument in Cristophe’s favor, considering he was walking off in a foul mood. He turned to face Kefka, in a deep, malevolent voice that could be heard from all around, he said in a rather taunting manner to spite Cristophe, ”Still in a stalemate, I see? Well, I certainly hope a change of power will finally bring about its end.” His dark brown eyes flashed to Cristophe quickly, they held such disdain, and it was as if they were shooting acidic venom into the back of Cristophe.
Turning back to the mad Court Mage, he said, ”It certainly has been some time since I have seen your twisted face. I assume you have some exciting plans in mind for this pitiful city. Mind if I partake in your plot, as well?” It had been some time since Exdeath’s thirst for blood had been quenched; hopefully Kefka had some interesting in mind. Though knowing a bit about the Mage’s warped and inhuman mind, Exdeath had a feeling whatever the Mage was planning, it would truly be a festivity of death and carnage.
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Last Edit: Dec 2, 2009 2:52:56 GMT by kefkapalazzo
Kefka watched with grim satisfaction as Cristophe turned and named him the leader of the Doma Assault. At last, now he was finally free to commence with his plan. That honorable old fool would be called away for maybe weeks or months, plenty of time to finish cleaning up that pathetic rabble sealed shut within their fortress and raid the archives! As the words became reality, and Cristophe said them with a twinge of reluctance and finality, Kefka allowed a triumphant grin to curl upon his painted face, the ends almost touching his eyes. Icy blue orbs flashed with glee as the proud General's posture slumped slightly at the proclamation, while the Court Mage's only stiffened even more. Now, the time to act was nearly at hand, and he had been given full direction as to what that action would be!
However, before he could even step away to make the plans to poison the river, two people approached him. The first was a teenaged girl with long, flowing blonde hair, a tight green body suit, and a rippling, pure-white cape cascading down from her shoulders gracefully, reflecting the snow-white purity of her soul. General Celes Chere, another one whom Dr. Cid had tested with magicite injections, but from reports, recieved none of the "defects" that the Court Mage posessed. Her passive, clear blue eyes looked right into his icy cold ones, almost as sharp as the cold steel sword she wore at her hip.
There was a time, back before the magitek injections, that Kefka, a General in those days, found Celes to be a promising young cadet within the Empire's Armed Forces. It was by his recommendation that she recieve the magicite flux, after he had done so to test for kinks. He had habrored feelings for her then, ones of admiration and respect, maybe also of love, and maybe, if things had worked out differently, he would have acted upon such feelings. However, he was a changed man. A stronger man, a wiser man. He knew the weaknesses and frivolous paradoxes of love and other such miserable feelings, so he did not partake in them. And thus, he cast away the emotions he had held for the girl. Now, to him, she was nothing more than a soldier, a cog of the grand Imperial machine, soon to be his machine.
The second person to approach the Court Mage was, in appearance at least, far more formidable, but Kefka welcomed him with a wicked smile. This man, Exdeath, seemed to radiate feelings of dread and despair with each one of his great strides, his sky blue armor a contrast to the black soul beneath. Very little was known about this man, but from his military outset, Kefka identified with him. He was a true terror on the field of batle, cutting down men, women, and children without mercy or compassion. A well-oiled, tactical killing machine. He was also a tool of the Court Mage's, but Exdeath was his most favored and destructive tool. With malice, with sadism, with bloodlust, many a town had been put to the torch by his armored hand. Thus, Kefka allowed the giant warrior to become aware of many of his deeper machinations. It could be said that in Exdeath, Kefka found the closest thing in the universe he could ever find to a friend and companion, in it's own twisted, malicious way.
The two approached him, and Kefka nodded to each of them in turn. "General Chere," he said curtly, and to Exdeath, he allowed more of a grin to spread on his harlequin features. "Ah, Exdeath, glad you could join us." And he would have indulged in the giant warrior's request, had not a scout from the front came stumbling over to where the three were standing. He fell to the ground, partly from a wound to his side, which he held gingerly, partly from the fear of relaying a message in the presence of both Kefka and the armored monstosity that was Exdeath, but the calming presence of General Celes must have acted as a balm for that fear, because the quivering man blurted out, "S-s-sirs! Report from Doma's gates! O-our offensive has been halted and we're being beaten back to the t-t-trenches!"
Kefka's eyes grew enraged at this news. "WHAT!? How can this happen? We have superiority in firepower AND numbers, and they're beating us back!?"
The scout looked into the cold fury of Kefka's gaze with quivering eyes and answered, "M-m'Lord, the Doma gate is b-being held by... Sir Cyan! H-he's like a berserker! He holds the gates by himself, and we couldn't even make a dent! W-we're being slaughtered!"
Kefka scowled darkly at the news. Reports have been filtering in about Cyan's legendary skill with a blade and loyalty to Doma's King. If he was holding the gates by himself, the magitek armored warriors couldn't fit in to engage him. That left infantry, and he was cutting them asunder like wheat before the scythe. What the Empire needed was an answer to this conundrum.
And fortunately for Kefka, he had two standing right in front of him.
Kefka waved the scout off to the medical pavilion, not caring if he collapsed halfway there or not. His gaze locked upon the two elite fighters before him, Kefka stated, "Very well, it seems like we have a problem that needs to be addressed. Unless Cyan is beaten back or defeated, our troops cannot continue the siege. Therefore, as Commander of the Doma Offensive, I hereby charge both you, General Chere, and you, Exdeath, to go to the gates, engage this foe, and bring me back his head on a pike! For the Empire!"
Perfect, he thought gleefully. While these two cut down that miserable wretch at the gates, I'll commence poisoning their water supply and finish the job of decimating their forces and killing everyone inside!
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Last Edit: Dec 2, 2009 21:37:41 GMT by kefkapalazzo
Boss Battle: Celes+ Exdeath VS Cyan BGM: Those Who Fight Futher.
Name: Cyan Class: Knight Description: A knight from Doma, this man seems to be single handedly holding back the Magitek forces whilst the troops within the fortress rain down death from above in the form of archer attacks. He does however look quite old, perhaps in his late forties early fifties. But the numbers of scars on his arms and chest show that he is a seasoned combatant. Cyan is hot tempered. And not one to be trifled with. Equipment: Katana Combat Abilities: Break Slash: A quick sweeping slash utilizing an instant draw cut. Information: Cyan must be overcome by the both of you. Doing so will cause him to retreat back into the city walls, meaning victory for you. To defeat him you both must make a cumulative word count of 3000. Each players posts will count towards this. You may freely control Cyan's actions.
There was a definite tension in the air as the two generals stared at each other. Though it was not dreadfully important to know the woman’s name, Exdeath was a little interested in who was able to cause Kefka so much disdain – granted many people did – but this woman more so. When Kefka merely mentioned of her last name, Exdeath recalled all the information he knew about the female general that stood near to him. General Celes Chere. He remembered hearing that she was similar to Kefka in regards to the whole magicite experiment; however, where he suffered from behavioral flaws caused by the experiment, she did not. Besides that, he did not know much more about her. However, it did not deeply concern him. Knowing the intimate knowledge about other people’s lives did not interest Exdeath in the slightest. Menial information was unimportant considering everyone would die in the end, so what was the point in learning about an individual? Trick question: there is no point
Exdeath was amused that the tone Kefka used to greet him was somewhat more cheerful than the welcome Chere received. It was most likely due to the close connection he and Kefka had in terms of global goals: complete apocalypse. Additionally, Exdeath confided in Kefka a great deal and the shared a mutual pact where they would help each other no matter the cause. Though he knew a lot of the time, he was just another tool to Kefka, he did not mind because the taska Kefka asked him to do were usually entertaining, such as destroying this village, killing a whole population of people, et cetera. Exdeath was happy to be a killing machine and laying waste to towns and killing countless numbers of people was what he did best. There was no arguing that there was another better than him for his very creation was to be just that, pure evil and merciless. He harboured thousands of corrupted souls and numerous demons and monsters were put together to construct him into existence. No one could say the same for themselves.
Kefka was about to continued, but a disappointing disturbance interrupted them as a man came stumbling through onto the scene where the three of them stood. It was clear the man was injured, whether it was minor or major, Exdeath did not care. This display of debility annoyed Exdeath because to him, being injured was a sign of incompetence and weakness, two things Exdeath loathed. At this point, Exdeath clenched his fists together from lashing out at the pathetic excuse for a soldier. The gesture was obviously noticeable and it only caused the man to cringe more than he already was.
The man seemed fearful and terrified as he staggered in, yet was able to finally relay his message. It was not a positive message, as he said the Empire’s forces were being repelled, even worse was that it was a single man fending off an entire army. Luckily, the soldier had the protection of two generals to stop Exdeath from cutting him down due to the pure anger boiling its way to the surface. If it were up to Exdeath - lucky for some, it was not - he would have all the pathetic and feeble soldiers killed. Inadequacy aggravated Exdeath greatly because it was not a good image to be showing the world. An entire magitek army being held back by a single man? Unacceptable. On the other hand, the incapable were naturally killed on the battlefield, the way it should be, and they were very dependable to keep the enemies distracted as a more devastating power destroyed them without resistance.
Kefka’s temper raged at hearing the news. Exdeath smiled cruelly thinking Kefka would surely slay the man on the spot. However, before any such ill fate could befall the man, a name escaped his lips, Cyan. A thin, dark smile curled the corner of Exdeath’s lips. A potential challenge, perhaps? It seemed Exdeath would have some fun after all.
Kefka dismissed the miserable excuse of a soldier away to the medical centre; nevertheless, Exdeath marked the man’s face mentally, so he may ‘visit’ him later. After the man departed, Kefka turned to Chere and himself, giving simple orders: kill Cyan. A sadistic smile hide behind his helm, yet it could possibly be seen beaming through because it was so large. The giant bowed his head to Kefka and replied in a deep and bloodthirsty tone, ”Of course, my lord. It shall be done in no time.” He did not reply with ‘for the Empire,’ because though he aided the faction, he was not a member of it officially. As for ‘my lord,’ it was a simple matter of respect. Though Kefka and Exdeath were practically equals, Exdeath did respect the Mage’s shadowy charisma and twisted, scheming nature. Therefore, he just added it for a little twist.
Turning from the colorful Court Mage and the female General – assuming she would follow him - Exdeath proceeded to the gates of Doma. It was not a far walk from the Empire’s encampment, a horse would have made the travel faster; however, no horse would be big enough to carry the giant monstrosity without dying. Nevertheless, his giant footsteps made the trip a matter of no time and soon enough, he arrived at the large gates of Doma, and just as the soldier had said, there stood the noble Cyan. The man certainly fought well for his age, seeing as he was around his fifties, definitely one of the proud warriors of Doma. Several soldiers moved forward to attack the muscular knight with dark hair and short mustache. Exdeath observed as the men that moved into attack were easily forced back by Cyan and his fluid and powerful movements. Exdeath could not help but laugh in a deep tone. These soldiers were pathetic. They sickened Exdeath and he wished he could dispose of them, as well, yet he was only here for one: Cyan.
There were a few lines of magitek warriors that stood between him and Cyan, though as soon as he came into the view of the Gestahlian soldiers, they shuffled aside partially from fear and relief that someone was here to deal with Cyan other than themselves. Exdeath clenched his gauntlets as he moved forward past the lines of men. He certainly stood out amongst them because of his sheer, colossal size and sky blue, spiked armor. Truly, a horror to stand before, yet Cyan did not look intimidated. Nonetheless, in the end, Cyan, like numerous others, would learn why he should tremble at the feet of the giant killer.
”You will not get past me, imperial scum! I am Cyan, retainer to the king of Doma. I am your worst nightmare.” Cyan called out in a rough, but brave voice.
Dark brown eyes penetrated through the small slits of his demonic helm as he stared at the ‘savior’ of Doma. A dark chuckle escaped his lips, as he stood firm and unwavering against Cyan’s display of courage. Calling out in a venomous and sinister voice, Exdeath responded, ”Do not fool yourself, old man. You are merely another mortal standing in the way of a god. You may prove your strength against these simple soldiers; however, you have no chance against me. Like hundreds and thousands of others, I will eliminate your presence from this world with ease. You will effortlessly crumble beneath my blade and might. You have no hope of saving this deteriorating city because it is already dead, you just do not realize it yet. I will open your eyes, and at the pinnacle of your defeat, you shall watch this city burn beneath my dark flames.”
In one swift, clean motion, Exdeath withdrew Hopesbane, his golden sword that had slain many before this and will only continuing slaying until everyone was dead. It was interesting because his blade contrasted his nature. While the blade was golden and shone with such luster, Exdeath’s personality was warped and malicious. It was an intriguing observation that few had time to consider, if they found themselves on the receiving end of his blade.
Once his weapon was drawn, Exdeath proceeded in a murderous fashion forward. The magitek soldiers watched every moment of the battle intently. If one compared the two clashing warriors, one would assume where Exdeath possessed strength, Cyan possessed agility. The one that assumed such a statement was correct; though he was unmatched in terms of strength, Exdeath’s movements were relatively slow, but overwhelming.
As soon as Exdeath went to move in, Cyan made his move. Leaping to his left and closing the distance between the two of them, Cyan bent low and made a slashing attack at Exdeath’s legs. While the impact may have caused some pain, his armor remained fairly unmarked. Seeing his first attack miss, he kept on the offensive as he went for a stab at Exdeath’s neck. Nearly unable to block it, Exdeath parried the blade just in time. Exdeath had to admit, the seasoned warrior was impressive, they were swift, well calculated and forceful. Yet all his attacks were nothing against Exdeath’s armor and power. As the Doma warrior continued his rapid attacks, Exdeath’s mind was fast at work, processing every movement Cyan made, every opening, every sign that may give Exdeath an advantage. At last, he found one.
Cyan mistakenly made a wide, downwards sweeping slash at Exdeath’s body. This was his chance. Blocking the blade with his arm, Exdeath retaliated Cyan’s attack with a backhanded slash to his midsection. The old man did not know what hit him until it left a wide gash through his armor and his side. Blood emerged almost immediately and Cyan took a few steps back.
With a menacing, cold laugh, Exdeath called out once again to taunt the old warrior, ”As you can see, you do not stand a chance against the embodiment of pure evil, no matter how hard you try. I hope now you can see how feeble it is to rely on such qualities like courage and bravery. Such fool-hearted traits will only lead to your demise. However, there is really no point in me telling you this, considering you are merely moments away from death. If you are lucky, I may be merciful and give you a swift death… Though it is highly unlikely I will grace you with such a defeat.”
After his second little, demoralizing speech, Exdeath raised his hand and his fingers pointed at Cyan. Exdeath felt a rush of bliss run through him as mana coursed through his arm, to his hand and out the tips of his fingers as delicious and destructive fire left his fingertips. The fire slithered through the air and wrapped itself around the injured Cyan. Cyan could not help but let out a grunt of pain and torment as flames licked his torso, singing the armor, leather, and skin. Such a delightful sound to his ears.
As Exdeath watched the man burn, he quietly said, ”Ultimately, all men break.” Though Cyan was not dead quite yet, he retained a rather large burn on the opposite side of his still bleeding wound. A smirked played itself on the monster’s lips as he bore them into Cyan’s. He could see the man still held a firm belief and courage, meaning Exdeath still did not break him down. Yet he knew before Cyan died, he would make him crack.
There was a small wave of murmurs behind him as the magitek soldiers watched with awe-struck and frightened faces. This response only boosted Exdeath's already vast ego and he was revving to finish off the Doma warrior. However, he would let the gracious general the pleasure of finishing him off. Exdeath would be sure to get his hands of the pride of Doma before he entered the afterlife, though, because he would surely want to make his last moments as painful as possible.
For a brief moment, Exdeath looked past the burned and bleeding soldier ahead of him to the kingdom of Doma. In that instant, Exdeath imagined black smoke rising from the desolated city, bodies littering the ground, they were misshapen and disfigured beyond belief. Crows picked at the dead as a giant monstrocity in sky blue armor shook the streets. This monster was the cause of this city's downfall as it would fall without resistance beneath his mighty gauntlet. No one would survive. Everything would burn. That was Exdeath's vision for this hopeless city and he would make it happen.
Exdeath turned his massive head to either side of him to look at the soldiers surrounding him. To him, they were all small and insignificant. None stood out to him as worthy or strong of what they were blessed with - magitek armor. However, he supposed without the innovative armor, the soldiers were be far worse and would not have made it as far as them have come as of now.
Vexation was clear as Exdeath spoke out to the men, "Now, this is how you properly handle a nuisance. You overwhelm him with brutal strength and show him absolutely no mercy. Mercy is for the weak and inferior." Exdeath turned back to the iron-willed Doma knight. His dark brown eyes burning into the knight's. Exdeath had come to bring about the total destruction of Doma, and he knew that he would succeed.
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General Celes Chere gently bowed her head to the mad man Kefka. Truly he had lost his humanity in exchange for power and power was what he now craved. Once there was a mutual respect between the two but now it seemed it had all disappeared, now he was her commanding officer in the Empire. She didn’t mind however as she continued to dedicate her work to not only to Emperor Gesthal but also to the one person whom she called “Uncle”. Cid Del Norte Marquez was a man, who was a genius in the art of Magitek Technology, He was also responsible for giving Kefka the power he desired, but also made him into the being he was. But despite this grave mistake Cid used the same operation on Celes when she was younger, and is now the one responsible for giving Celes the same power but without any side effects.
Truly she missed on every time she was away on a mission. But she was always determined to live through whatever mission she was on and returns home to Vector to help her uncle in his secret hobby…. To grow flowers. But something else was on her mind apart from her uncle and Kefka; it was the giant sized knight whom Kefka called Exdeath. Celes sensed something sinister beneath the large armour that made up his entire body; she had a chill go down her spine as she saw Exdeath standing next to her. But somehow she felt glad that she was on her side and hated for the day when she would have to face Exdeath one day, but now was not the time to reminisce about the past.
Celes immediately turned towards a soldier who had informed Kefka that someone was single handily fighting off Empire soldiers from attacking the castle head on. Turning towards the castle she noticed a man who looked like he was in his late forties or fifties slaying any man that came his way with ease. She didn’t know who the knight was but the soldier said that his name was Cyan, impressed in what Cyan was doing she sort of understood why he was doing this. He was simply defending not only his King but also his home from invaders, slowly she turned back to Kefka who issued an order for her and Exdeath to defeat Cyan and kill him. Celes had no choice but to follow Kefka’s order and bowed respectively to the evil mad man “ As you wish”.
With her long white cloak gently moving with her with each step Celes followed Exdeath. From there prepared her body, mind and soul into one single goal, the defeat of Cyan of Doma. Standing ready she was determined to end his struggle, but she honoured his bravery in the back of her mind, however Celes stood to one side and watched as Exdeath and Cyan fought each other in battle. As she watched Celes was pretty impressed by Cyan’s fighting abilities but also scared of Exdeath’s abilities as well. What impressed her most was that Exdeath was able to use magic as well as use a sword, was he like her? But as the battle went on she continued to silently honour Cyan’s amazing strength and courage.
When it looked like Exdeath was victorious Celes quickly saw that Cyan was not beaten yet. As Exdeath stood proudly Cyan groaned in pain and slowly inhaled and exhaled in and out, although he was injured he refused to give in. Standing up he charged once again towards Exdeath, seeing this Celes pulled out her own sword “Save the Queen” and rushed into the battlefield. Providing support to Exdeath Celes clashed her blade against Cyan, The white general soon felt Cyan’s strength against her owns and pushed with all her might to stop Cyan to getting to Exdeath.
As they locked blades Cyan was stunned to see someone so young on the battle field. Groaning in pain he said, “ This cannot be! Why would someone as young as yourself serve these scoundrels? Even yet why are you even on the battlefield? You have your whole life ahead of you”. He said pushing Celes back with is might, Celes grunted and clenched her teeth trying with all her strength to hold Cyan’s hidden strength back. But as she did so Celes looked deep into his eyes and said “ Its because the battle field has become my home. Battle is my mother and war is my father. I have no family but”. Summoning up all the strength she had, Celes pushed the blade diagonally upwards and landed a downward slash across Cyan’s left shoulder. She watched as the blade sunk deep into his armour and piercing his flesh.
Cyan cried out in pain but his determination continued to push him onwards. As he held his bleeding shoulder Celes stood tall and said “ But I too have someone that I am fighting for”. The Knight of Doma’s eyes flickered in emotion as his opponent a young general of the Empire was fighting for someone that she cared about, with her white cloak gently blowing in a minor breeze Celes once again charged forwards locking blades with Cyan. But she made a grave miscalculation as Cyan unleashed one of his fighting skills that he was most famous for, using his blade Cyan focused his strength and used a strong slash to knock Celes’s sword away from her hand.
By doing this Cyan thrusted the hilt into Celes’s stomach. Celes evaded it by mere minutes. Quickly she somersaulted backwards and grabbed her sword from the ground, Cyan simply smile for the first time and said “ If this is the case then young lady. You and I must not hold back on anything!”. Outside the battlefield the Magitek Soldiers began to cheer for General Celes as she stood facing Cyan in a battle to the death, Celes refused to not only let Kefka down but to not let her Emperor and her uncle down. Cyan felt impressed by the girl’s determination but he mustered everything he had within his injured body and charged forwards, as he did his eyes looked in amazement.
Celes slowly closed her eyes and began to focus. Inside her very body her own blood began to glow as the mysterious powers of the Espers began to appear in and around her body, muttering a few words Celes focused her energies in a blizzard magical spell. Surprised that the teenage general was able to use magic Celes opened her eyes and held out her hands pointing towards the Knight of Doma, the magical energies that had been summoned from Celes appeared and a shard of pure ice flew towards the charging Cyan.
The young Celes watched as the shard headed towards its indicated target. Cyan couldn’t stop his speed in time to dodge it and watched as it hit dead centre into his wound, which was given by his earlier fight with Exdeath, unleashing a small burst of white shivering cold across the battle field. Celes stood still for a few seconds but soon she charged forwards and locked her blade with Cyan’s katana. But as she did so Celes gasped as Cyan’s wound was open and blood dripped down to the floor, his armour felt chilled and cold due to the magical attack. It seemed that Cyan was determined to never surrender, but Celes too didn’t want to give up either, both warriors refused to yield to the other.
But one had to be a winner and the other had to lose or even die. Celes barely dodged the speed of Cyan’s blade by mere inches and managed to slam the hilt of her sword into his open wound, and then kicked his legs out from under him. Cyan fell to the ground in a slam, the magitek soldiers cheered loudly as Cyan finally fell to the ground in utter defeat. Nearly exhausted Celes knew that had to train more into becoming a better fighter and a better soldier, Cyan groaned in pure pain and said, “ You are skilled young one”. Celes slowly stood over him and held her sword ready, but Cyan used the last of his strength to grab the blade that Celes held and threw her to one side.
Celes flew due to the strength of the knight but she quickly countered. She landed a few centimetres away from Cyan, taking this opportunity he grabbed his Katana and instantly fled towards the Castle. With a gasp Celes followed the injured Cyan but was soon met by a shower of arrows but they hit the path in front of her providing more time for their commander, Celes grunted in anxiety and followed Cyan. But she was too late Cyan had fled back into the castle but what was even worse was that the castle gate had lowered blocking her path.
However their mission to defeat Cyan was a success but Cyan escaped to safety with his life. Slowly breathing in and breathing out Celes placed her sword back into its scabbard, and had no choice but to report to Kefka in defeat that Cyan had lived. But silently she felt glad that Cyan was still alive, pulling her white cloak closer to her Celes walked back towards Exdeath and Kefka. Lowering her head in respect she saluted Kefka and said “Cyan has been defeated sir but he has escaped with his life”. She said in utter disgrace and disappointment, but still she did what she had wanted to do once again. To serve the Empire with all her skills and make her beloved uncle proud.
Kefka watched as the two fighters departed for battle against Doma's champion, his painted face locked in a rare moment of impassiveness. These two wielded power beyond the understanding of mortal men. Celes held the strength of the Espers within the blood flowing through her veins, and who knew exactly what Exdeath possessed in terms of magical prowess. Indeed, these were the champions of the Gestahlian Empire, the ones whom the soldiers looked to bolster their spirits (or in Exdeath's case, frighten them into fighting harder) and keep their fighting bodies charging against the enemies of the Imperium. However, this Cyan has shown himself to be quite the immovable object. His castle was collapsing around him, and yet he doesn't yield an inch to the Empire's unstoppable war machine. What drove such a man to these lengths? Had Kefka himself once known such a thing as this Cyan felt? If he had, he'd long since cast it away, along with the other meaningless garbage of emotions as love and compassion and all that tripe.
What were such feelings, love and hope? How are they borne, and where do they go when the body fades away into the soil of Gaia? The Court Mage knew the answer. They were nothing. They were weaknesses created by a feeble human intellect, in order to cope with the true suffering of the world, the true meaning of man's existence on this Earth. The meaning, the purpose, is to end. It seemed like the punchline to a really dark joke in retrospect, which was why Kefka found it so fascinating. What was the point of life? To suffer, until you die and fade from existence. Which was why the Earth operated around rules. Hemming the dying spirit of a mortal in with a comprehensive list of "can's" and "cannot's". It was all a system of control. By whom? The humans on top of this dying world, who find that their fading lives could benefit from stomping upon the heads and bowing the backs of those weaker than they were.
Kefka hated rules.
He hated the fact that some could escape their fate with a lenient position atop the smoldering husk of this floating rock. None should escape it! Neither peasant nor gentry should glide through the suffering of life on gilded wings. All came from darkness, all returned to darkness, and the only emotions that truly mattered in bewteen, within this hateful limbo of existence, was suffering! Pain! HATE! Such useful emotions fueled those who would cast down the ones on top, throwing them into the Void along with everyone else. All life was meaningless! All life had to end!
Thus, Kefka truly enjoyed watching Exdeath and Celes pummel the old warrior to near-death, savoring his pain and turning it into pleasure. His agonized scream sent a spark of enjoyment through the heart of the Court Mage, giving him room to giggle in a high-pitched tone, and causing some of the soldiers surrounding him to give their commanding officer odd looks, even shuffling their weight farther away from the mad clown. He didn't care. He was too busy enjoying the spectacle. Exdeath had the pompous old man on the ropes, blasted him in the side with a Fire spell, and was about to finish him off, when... WHAT!? He was... conceding the death of this warrior to General Chere? Kefka's icy blue eyes narrowed venemously, his painted lips curling into a snarl. That inglourious tin can was giving up the kill of the old buffoon to her? Even with her Esper-augmented abilities, Kefka knew that she wouldn't have what it took to kill him. Apart from being relatively new to her powers and her position as general, she was also weighed down by her so-called "honor" and "pride". Cristophe had made her soft and weak with his chivalry and integrity.
To blazes with these fools! The both of them! They're utterly incompetent!! screamed the Court Mage internally.
Even now, though General Chere was beating Cyan back, Kefka could tell from her posture, the way she held back her strikes at key moments, the hesitant look in her clear eyes, she was not looking to kill this man. She was pathetically botching his entire scheme! Finally, she had flipped him down onto the ground and stood over him, about to sink her sword into his body (at least Kefka hoped that was what she was about to do), when the weakened, torched, frozen, and somehow still powerful bag of bones managed to grab her blade before it could hit its mark and throw her bodily away from him before grabbing his fallen katana and running for the gates. General Chere attempted to pursue, but was stopped by a hailstorm of arrows launched by Doma's defenders.
So, able to overcome her adversary but not killing him, Celes slinked back to Kefka's stern gaze, her head downcast, and reported what Kefka had already seen. At first the Court Mage could only look upon both her and Exdeath with icy blue eyes bereft of warmth or feeling. And then,
"General Celes, you were given orders to kill Sir Cyan. You have failed in this charge. Neither I nor the Empire have any sympathy for officers who cannot accomplish goals as simple as slicing the head OFF OF AN OLD, USELESS WARRIOR!!!"
Kefka then wheeled around to glare at the lumbering brute beside her. "And you! I had faith in your capabilities and competence to leave no one alive that I desire dead! And what did you do? You allowed General Celes to clean up after you! Professional courtesy is all well and good, my destructive friend, but the next time you have an enemy at your feet, you finish it!"
Kefka took a shuddering breath after his tirade, and then his features seemed to calm considerably. "However, I suppose this can be considered a minor setback only, if that. We forced their only capable champion back into their walls and have proven our superiority in numbers, weapons, AND fighters. Cyan will not be rising from those gates again.
Remember this day, you two, and never let it happen again. You are dismissed."
As Kefka turned away from the two warriors and went on his own way through that camp, he had to admit his own surprise at his own feelings. Inwardly, he was happier than he thought he'd be. Certainly, Cyan's death would've been a great victory for the Empire and Doma's demise would have been all but assured, but in light of what the Court Mage was about to do, his escape meant little. He would be just another corpse littering the prommenade of that gutted castle soon enough. Kefka grinned another horrible smile and continued on.
Passing through to the chemist's tent, he pulled rank and demanded the poor man to hand over the entire stock of the Essence of Malboro. Quivering, the man passed over a single beaker filled with clear liquid. The poison was said to be one of the Deadlier poisons in the known world, extracted from a sleeping Malboro, and diluted for maximum potency. A single drop could dehydrate a man and have him collapse within a minute or so. It was this tiny beaker that would spell Doma's doom.
Kefka sneaked as well as he could (and considering he was dressed in brightly colored garb, that was saying alot), through the camp, until he came to the outskirts of the river flowing into Doma and regulated its water supply. Kefka had to wonder why the city didn't guard this river with more thought, as it was extremely vulnerable. Ah, well. Their loss equalled the mage's gain. He twisted the cork off of the beaker, when he stopped and looked back up to the looming edifice of the soon-to-be-dead castle. There were possibly hundreds upon hundreds of people huddled and scared within those stone walls. They probably didn't do a bad deed in their whole lives. Just farmers and merchants trying to make a living for themselves and their families.
Well, Kefka was out to destroy the world. Thsi was as good a place to start as any. With that, he poured the clear, soupy liquid into the river, where it began to change the running water into a sickly purple color, racing towards the castle.
Kefka sighed and said with a dreamy grin on his face, "There's nothing quite like the sound of a thousand voices screaming in unison..."
Exdeath’s deep brown eyes flickered with irritation as the Doma knight, Cyan, did not give up. Courage and hope were such disgusting emotions. However as history proved, it was the only reason some individuals and even nations survived. Nonetheless, they were futile emotions that Exdeath crushed relentlessly and wished to extinguish from the world. In a world with no courage or hope, it would be so much easier to demolish. Exdeath sensed this bravery and persistence was deeper rooted than just honor and pride, it seemed almost driven by love. This complex concept drove Exdeath deeper into thought about who it was Cyan loved and if it was possible to go kill them right now just for the fun of it. However, his thoughts were interrupted as Cyan leapt forward once more to confront Exdeath.
Exdeath burst out in cold-hearted laughter. This is certainly the extent of human stupidity, Exdeath thought humorously. He gripped his golden blade, about to finish off the pride of Doma, but before he could, the white clothed General Chere stepped into his way. Instead, she locked blades with the noble knight. Mixed feelings rose in Exdeath. He was filled with nearly uncontrollable outrage, at both himself and the general. Why had he even given the female general a chance to hop in and take his kill from him? Now that he thought about it, he gritted his teeth due to his stupidity. He was fuming at the woman because she stepped in to defend him. This action was unacceptable in Exdeath’s eyes. What was he? Pitiful? This display was such a disgrace. Why had he not finished off Cyan when he had the chance?
Thousands of souls raged inside of him as he watched the general gallantly and whole-heartedly. The woman fought with such grace and valor it would have been worth commandment; however, he was not one to give such compliments. In fact, the woman was just another pawn in the grand schemes of the world. In the end, she meant nothing but a means to end lives that opposed the Empire. In addition, he knew that when the time came, her life would end as well. So would Exdeath’s; nevertheless, he was prepared for his own because he knew that if his demise ever came around, the Void would be that much closer to consuming the entire planet.
The battle before him waged on and the soldiers cheered for their general. No one applauded Exdeath when he did his job. However, he never expected anyone to because his job was to bring death and turmoil, not always something to cheer about. It did not matter to him, encouragement only had effect on the weak and inferior, one as almighty as Exdeath did not need support to do what he did best: kill.
Exdeath noted that even as Cyan’s physical being deteriorated, his spirit did not. Quite admirable… for a fool. Before Cyan passed, Exdeath would crush his spirit, utterly breaking him. Although, it would appear he would not get his chance to get Cyan in his grips as the warrior threw Celes, grabbed his katana and made a getaway for the castle. Instantly, Exdeath pursued the injured man, but was held back by a barrage of arrows. Cursing low to himself, he pushed through the hail of arrows. He was quickly closing the distance between him and Cyan, Celes was also in pursuit. Another hail of arrows fell down from the defending walls of Doma, flames shot from Exdeath’s palm as he incinerated this batch and proceeded forth. Cyan was still ahead of him and he just entered the castle and lowered the gate before Exdeath could catch him.
The first gate was followed by reinforcing ones that barred his way. Angrily, Exdeath pounded on the gates with his fist, leaving several large dents. In a raging and haunting voice, Exdeath called out spitefully, ”Cyan, you bloody, pathetic coward! I will make sure you and your entire city is burned from every map! Your names shall be erased from history and no one will know of you! You will be non-existent, but before I completely annihilated you, I will break you and you will shatter. I promise you that.” Turning away from the castle gates, more arrows rained down upon Exdeath, though none penetrated his armor. Before he was completely out of range, Exdeath turned around and threw flames from his hands once more, burning, and killing several of the archers.
Storming through the lines of magitek soldiers, anyone who did not get out of his way was violently shoved out of it. However, before he stood in front of Kefka again, he made sure he was more composed and in control. Celes had informed him of their defeat of Cyan, but their overall failure. Infuriated with himself, Exdeath was hard-pressed to control his seething anger. Rightfully so, Kefka was furious with both him and Celes. After speaking, Exdeath replied, ”Of course, it will not happen again.” Exdeath bowed his head and Kefka dismissed them.
Kefka went off on his own, yet Exdeath followed behind him. He followed him through the chemist’s tent, all the way to the river leading into Doma. Kefka was carrying a small vial of clear liquid he received from the chemists. Hastily he dumped the contents of the vial into the river, which was the main water supply for Doma. Exdeath watched with an evil grin and asked, ”So these are the final moments of Doma, hm?” Exdeath chuckled and it reverberated all around him. In a satisfied tone, he said, ”Perfect.” Malice was commonplace in his voice and it was evident now. Thousands of innocents would die from such a small action. It was truly spectacular.
Any moment now, the city of Doma would become a graveyard for thousands and thousands as every man, woman and child perished. Delightful. He watched with anticipation as the water turned a toxic dark purple and flowed swiftly to the city of Doma. Soon, Cyan would be dead along with the rest of his Doma family. Nonetheless, Exdeath wished he at least had one last chance to get his hands on Cyan before he died so he could ravage the man’s seemingly indomitable spirit. It was partially his fault he could not have done so already because of his inability to act out. Thus, he just had to suffice with knowing the purple poison would be his ultimate demise.
Turning back to the grinning Court Mage, he asked, ”Now that Doma is defeated. What are your plans?”
Kefka's dreamy euphoria vanished immediately at the presence of the gigantic, sky-blue warrior behind him. Apparently, his tool had just witnessed all that the Court Mage committed, and was commending him for it. His icy blue eyes narrowed and a sinister smile twisted its way along his purple lips. Indeed, Exdeath would be an invaulable ally in Kefka's plans for world destruction. True, the warrior's recent failure had somewhat dimmed his worth in Kefka's eyes, but it was one simple mistake amidst all the possible carnage one could procreate with a being such as this. Yes, indeed, perhaps Kefka should allow his plan to come to light, to this one other creature of chaos who posessed a like mind with him. So, allowing another slimy chuckle to escape him, the Court Mage looked at his new ally of anarchy with new admiration and said, "Yes indeed, my friend. This will be the final moments of Doma. All inside will perish, not a single soul shall be spared. Whiich will tie into my other plan..."
He could tell that the gigantic warrior was intrigued. His curiosity could not be concealed so easily behind that tall, emotionless helm. It positively radiated from him like the stench of a rotting corpse, drifting delectably into the Court Mage's nostrils. The Court Mage had him hook, line, and sinker. Now, it was time to give him the lowdown.
Extending a red claw-like finger to the distant city, Kefka explained, "Within those walls, there lies an expansive library. Doma lies near the sea lanes, and thus is a great center of traded goods, and more importantly for our purposes, information. Manuscripts and tomes from all across Gaia reside within the archives of that fortress. What I hope to find... is the secret to the Apocalypse.
"It is a great chance that there will be no hint of such a manuscript, but still, with a library so well within our reach, such a place is as good a place to start as any. That was why I poisoned the river. This war, as invigorating as it may have been at times, has become broing in recent months. I have lost my patience with these prattling morons and their ideals of politics and humanities. I want nothing more than to make them burn. Every last one of them. Even myself, eventually."
His voice had become lower and more bold as he spoke these words. It felt... liberating, to share such a vision with another being. Plus, it would make his plan all the more assured than if he attempted such a venture alone. That fact by itself placed another crazed smile to Kefka's face. Just then, a soldier ran up to the two and knelt quickly, speaking, "My Lord Kefka, the defenders of the castle... every single one of them... they're just falling off the ramparts, sir! I don't know how to explain it, sir... it's like they're... suffocating and throwing themselves to their doom! In any case, the arrow fire has ceased! Our troops are now in position to being a reformed assault and attempt to take the walls."
Kefka turned to the soldier, then back to Exdeath, a knowing look in his icy blue eye. Well, it seemed that the poison took effect quicker than the Court Mage had anticipated. Excellent, but in any case, that took care of one obstacle, now it was time for them to begin their search. He turned back to the soldier and spoke, "Forget besieging the walls. Prepare a battering ram and destroy those gates. I wish to be the first one inside that fortress."
The sentry sputtered, "B-b-but sir! That would be extraordinarily dangerous! The enemies could be setting a trap for you! They could-"
His last words were cut off before he could speak them, because Kefka now had a firm hold of his neck and was slowly increasing the pressure of his grip on the poor man's windpipe, a crazed gleam in his eyes, piercing right into the struggling sentry's frightened brown ones. Yellowed teeth peeled back from painted lips as the Court Mage slowly spoke to the suffocating man, "I am not interested in your petty worries, soldier. I said that I will be the first one through, and I mean to do just that. Try to speak against my word again, and the next time, I'll be sure to feed you your own blade!"
With a painful wrench, Kefka threw the man bodily to the ground, where he spent a moment breathing heavily. The mage shouted, "Now get those gates open!" The sentry took off faster than he probably had ever run before. Kefka turned to his companion and replied, "You're probably wondering why I didn't just kill him outright, aren't you? Simple, really. If I had done that, then I would have to give the order myself, making me having to hurry to get there, while I'd rather walk. Besides, once we get there, the gates are sure to be under way deconstructing themselves. Shall we?"
The two began their journey back to the front gates of the fortress slowly, so by the time they had reached them, the doors were already wide open, with all the Magitek troops hanging back for their commanding officer. Kefka gave them all a glare as cold as ice, and stepped across the threshold into the main foyer, Exdeath behind him, and the rest of the army close on their heels. Over several staircases and wide halls, the entourage finally came to a doorway, ornate with golden trim and spiralling designs. Beyond could be seen large book cases and gallant windows. This was the entrance to the archives, the place that had been the fervor, the center of Kefka's dreams for over two weeks and more. It was only a few small steps away from him now.
He turned to the guards. "Seal the door after we go in. No one is allowed inside except me or Exdeath." The two armored troopers nodded and stodd beside the frame, unmoving. Kefka gave a quick nod to the giant at his side, and opened the doors, quickly closing them after his ally had gone through.
"Search everything," he spoke, "And leave no stone unturned."
For a literary scholar that had just witnessed the massacre of Doma, they would have called the change of weather, pathetic fallacy, because the previous clear skies certainly did change as the disturbing decimation of Doma took place. As mentioned, the recently clear, relatively cloudless sky made a dramatic change as it grew darker and large, ominous clouds formed. This change of weather had no effect on Exdeath, though he preferred darkness to light any day. The dark suited his malicious personality way better as it was an obvious representation of his blackened heart.
If the giant monster had been even the slightest bit sentimental, a tear may have shed and flowed slowly down his face. However, this tear would not have been for sadness, quite the opposite in fact. The twisted beauty of a genocide sickly pleased Exdeath. The reality that as the Court Mage Kefka and him stood there, watching the unnatural, purple liquid consume the otherwise natural water source for Doma, a whole population would be wiped from the face of the earth was an exciting thought. Exdeath had to give the insane Mage credit for this amazing feat. While Exdeath would have cleaved each and every man, woman and child to death by use of pure force, the colorful Mage cunningly and deceptively annihilated every living creature in the deathtrap of a kingdom in one fell swoop, without even getting his hands bloodstained. This was a truly astounding accomplishment that, admittedly, Exdeath would not even have pondered. This thought caused Exdeath to consider for a moment how he even came to acquaint himself with such a brilliant maniac. However, the answer was simple: they both held each other in high standings because they both shared the same mentality. Torture. Killing. Massacres. Bloodshed. All common likings these two malevolent entities shared. That was the reason the two were considered friends, in a sense, and allies. The reason the word ‘friend’ was tentative, even among such malignant spirits, was because they both knew in the end, there was no point in having a true friendship. They all would die; they both accepted that and actually worked towards that fact. Neither of them feared their own death, merely their death arriving too soon before they could set off a chain of events that would bring about the Armageddon on this forsaken world.
Exdeath managed to draw the giddy clown away from his masterpiece. The Mage seemed to inspect the metallic monster’s very soul, as if searching to see if he was worthy to gain the knowledge of devious his plans. Exdeath assumed was reliable because Kefka unfolded his plans to the murderous giant. Kefka proceeded to explain to Exdeath about the invaluable library Doma possessed. He continued to describe the various contents of the library and what he was searching for. This one, little word drove Exdeath to do everything he had done in his past, to everything he was doing presently, and would continue to drive all his efforts in the future. This one, dark word was: Apocalypse. Much like Kefka, Exdeath sought a way to end the world, and it appeared Kefka might have discovered useful information in the heart of Doma. Excitement quickly rose and spilled over the top as he burst out in cold, victorious laughter. At long last, the key to the destruction of the world was nearly in their grasp. They merely had to reach out and grab it from the dead that now lay in the city of Doma.
The two of them were interrupted as a soldier arrived to exclaim to the two frightening individuals that the defenders of Doma were collapsing and dying mysteriously. In a terrifyingly commanding tone, Kefka gave the soldier instruction to prepare a batter ram and demolish the gate. The soldier was still stuttering and Exdeath gave him a frosty glare as he defied Kefka’s orders. Fool was the first word that came to mind, and then, dead fool. Exdeath believed his second assumption to be correct as Kefka’s cold hand shot out at the man’s neck, slowly gripping tighter. After several icy and fierce words, -much to Exdeath’s disappointment – Kefka released the man from his grip, sending him off to perform his duty with his tail between his legs.
Kefka assumed right when he said Exdeath’s was probably wondering why he did not kill the man; however, his response was logical and reasonable. Thus, the two proceeded, leisurely, towards the gates. By the time they reached them, they were shattered and collapsed, allowing them access inside the castle. He followed swiftly behind Kefka and the magitek soldiers followed behind him. Exdeath simply looked straight ahead of his as he advanced through the inner halls of Doma’s castle. He did not care for the majestic art and intricate hangings that decorated the walls, or the rest of the beautiful interior for that matter, because once they were done here, Exdeath would be sure to burn this city to the ground. An example to those that stood before him, Kefka, and the Gestahlian army.
What he did enjoy looking at, however, was the bodies that littered the hallways. He found them amusing, without a doubt, because they symbolized the very debility of humanity and they were a pure example of why this planet should be destroyed.
Finally reaching their destination, Kefka gave a quick order to two magitek soldiers, and then progressed into the library, followed by Exdeath. When inside, he closed the doors and their search began immediately. Whilst Kefka went scanning in one area, Exdeath went to another. Like normal, he towered over most of the bookshelves or stood just as tall as them. His colossal height was beneficial in circumstances such as this, he could reach everything without assistance.
Once finding a good-looking section to start at, he began to pick up books, scrolls and other manuscripts, combing and skimming, hunting for anything that related to the apocalypse. As he did this, time seemed to slow almost as if stopping all together. Soon, a large pile of books he had thrown away stacked up behind him. Out of everything he sifted through thus far, he found nothing of relevance. Though they still had the whole archive to explore, Exdeath did not get bored, surprisingly. The idea of a hint to a potential apocalyptic event intrigued Exdeath and encouraged him to continue. After tossing another ancient book, Exdeath picked up a rather interesting and old looking scroll. Reading it, it listed the whereabouts of a rather interesting beast known as Cerberus. It said this beast was attainable, though the person hoping to acquire the rare and powerful tool would be put through a rigorous test. This did not deter Exdeath, though. Thankfully, the scroll listed where the beast may be earned, Galbadia’s Garden. Exdeath knew the place, but had never been there. He made a mental note of everything on the scroll before throwing it in the pile with the rest of the discarded manuals.
He guessed it had nearly been an hour or two of concentrated searching and yet he found nothing of dark use, except for the summon information of Cerberus. Certainly, Cerberus would be helpful, but he assumed it was not wholly related to any sort of apocalypse. The majority of information he did read upon was menial, unimportant facts and research. In addition to the informative texts, Exdeath stumbled upon works of poetry and beauty. These pathetic and weak forms of human emotion stimulated Exdeath’s irritation. Why would one waste their time with flowery language and storytelling when there was blood to be shed? Not only did the fact that materials, such as poetry, only indulged human emotions like love and passion. Love was a disgusting concept. Placing a dear attachment upon someone for one’s whole life was futile and meaningless. What benefits did one gain from such a relationship? Love was a plague and diseased that softened the hardened spirit and murderous intent. It was love that drove men to such lengths to defend their families and other things they took pride in. Nonetheless, Exdeath speculated that humans and other beings used such emotions like love to anchor themselves in a sane lifestyle, which was a pathetic excuse all the same. With a simple reflex, the scroll that consisted of poetry went up in flames in his gloved hand. The ashes float throughout the archives. The sole reminders of a poem that was now lost forever. For the better, Exdeath thought. Freedom of expression and speech was such a vile right that allowed the weak a say in matters not of their own accord. This vexed Exdeath, but he put the thought away for a later time.
He continued searching for some time longer before he broke the silence that fell over the room since they arrived. His deep voice filled the room as he asked, ”Find anything yet?” Though he had spoken, Exdeath still faced away from Kefka and did not cease his searching, yet to no avail. Hopefully, Kefka was having better results than he was.
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Last Edit: Dec 9, 2009 6:10:34 GMT by kefkapalazzo
At first, Kefka was simply amazed at the sheer number of volumes that were apparent within this wing of the castle. There were cubbies in the walls to hold selected and catalogued scrolls in a variety of languages and sections. There were also ascending bookcases reaching up to the rafters of the hall, seeming to touch the sky itself. And they were filled to the brim with books of every size, shape, and function. Truly, this was a scholarly heaven, a place where any one man seeking the knowledge of ages past can come and peruse about his leisure, unlocking the secrets of eons of recorded facts. Even original works were held in this place. Tomes devoted solely to the pursuit of poetry encompassed a single case, and one depicting epics of a lost civilization filled another. Atlases of every continent discovered, every sea chart plotted, every constellation in the night sky mapped out to near perfection, was contained within this place. And farther back, away from the other volumes, there was a cordoned-off section sealed by an iron-bound door which looked infinitely suspicious to the mad Mage.
He simply looked at Exdeath sifting through the volumes at his end one by one, and thought to himself, Why bother?
The door was padlocked securely, but a quick thunder spell soon blew the door off its hinges and sent the darkened room inside clouding with undisturbed dust. It seemed as though this was a room very rarely visited by anybody, as the doorway itself was rusted away with age. The inside seemed to further prove the theory of its decadence. Everywhere and everything was coated with a heavy layer of dust, unmoved for what could probably be assumed years, decades even. Cobwebs littered the ceiling and skewed off of revealing tomes. And the books themselves were thin, yellowed and cracked with age. The room itself was quite small compared to the viewing hall open to the public, so it could be guessed with some accuracy that this was a wing reserved for the head librarian alone. It was about the size of a good bedroom at most, and there was not a hint of the cobbled surface of walls anywhere, so thick were the tomes that were stacked against it. Everywhere were piled books and manuscripts, spanning centuries of publication and conception, their aged brims filled with loose papers and parchment, quite possible extra notes and translation jobs unfinished before the current librarian's untimely demise. Kefka had to stifle a chuckle at that delectable thought, in order to avoid breathing in any more dust than was necessary. A single aged lamp was the sole decoration of the room, and it lay upon a table littered with sheets of lamb's hide, scrawled with tiny handwriting upon every inch of their surfaces. The table itself was an ornate piece, with elaborate scrollwork spiralling down the four thick legs, which ended in claws clasping wooden orbs. A simp,e rickety chair was the only source of comfort in the whole room. Apparently, these academics took their jobs so seriously that they wouldn't even look after themselves while they commenced their work. Which was what Kefka would, regrettably, have to try and accomplish right now. So, hitching his colorful cape over one shoulder and slowly settling himself in the chair for fear of it collapsing out from under him (and wouldn't that have been embarassing to say the least...), he began his search.
It wasn't long before the Court Mage came to the conclusion that at his current pace, the world would implode naturally before he ever found anything. How could he have believed that there was anything of worth back here? It was mostly accounts of wars and graphic descriptions of personal battles between warriors that the scholars of Doma probably wanted to have censored and kept away from the virgin eyes of the public. To Kefka, however, such tripe was like reading a young adult's novel. Where was his forbidden information?
He kept at this for a long while before his eyes finally caught something of interest. It wasn't, unfortunately, a way to bring about the Apocalypse, but it could be something that would bring him one step closer, as well as delivering pain and misery to countless hundreds of innocent people. Which was always a plus in the Mage's insane eyes. While throwing aside a record of the Machina War between Yevon and Zanarkand, whatever that was, his icy blue iris caught sight of a particularly suspicious-looking scroll. It was dark brown in color and was wrapped tightly in a dark violet seal. Reaching for it, the Mage undid the wrapping with one swift cut of his sharp, red, calw-like nails, and looked upon, not a detailed account, but a riddle writted in verse. It spoke:
...For you of heart who seeks to plunder A way to tear the World asunder, Come forth, but should'st thou make a blunder, Thine doom shall sound by peals of Thunder...
...Burmecia, I lie in wait, Thine bloody thirst I aim to sate...
...Atomos shalt serve with glee... The Gates of Hell unlock for thee...
Kefka's eyes could simply stare at the clue for a while, and then, a malicious grin spread across his face. The Gates of Hell itself, eh...? Such a powerful entity would certainly be a welcome addition to my arsenal, most welcome indeed. By the reverence and foreboding tone of this simple passage alone, he knew this construct to be a formidable creature. True, Doomtrain was terrible and mighty in itself, but it was still just a single summon. In order to tear down all obstacles in one's path, especially when one's ultimate goal was the destruction of the whole world, one needed great allies. Atomos would serve, providing that Kefka could defeat him in a battle of wills first. But the Court Mage had little fear of it. Doomtrain was easily surmountable by itself, and it was the incarnation of Death. Now, once Hell was conquered by the Mad Mage, nothing could stand in his way. Kefka's grin grew even wider, and a slimy chuckle slithered its way between his purple lips, filling the stagnant air of the room with dread and madness.
But now, on to business. Burmecia was in the Lindblum Continent, and so it would be simple enough to take what he wanted from there. But now, he still had a job to accomplish which would override his claim on the Gates of Hell. After all, the Apocalypse would wait on no man. So, stuffing the scroll into his colorful garb, Kefka continued his rummaging through the records for any hint of causing Armageddon.
Several minutes later, the Court Mage had found himself in the same rut as before, shifting through old, useless documents with no bearing on what he was trying to find at all. He gritted his teeth together in anger and frustration. This was taking too long! Even Kefka couldn't understand the hurry that he was in, but he knew that should he dawdle, then eventually his prize will be claimed by another, lesser soul, and he would be left in the dust with nothing! Gods above, that angered the Court Mage the most! In a fit, he stood up and kicked against one of the bookcases savagely, and was about to ingite a fire to burn down the entire complex, when...
His icy blue eyes fell upon something.
A page that had dislodged itself from the bookshelf he had kicked had floated down gently to the stone floor. The Court Mage couldn't understand why his eyes were drawn to this simple, grubby, insignificant scrap of parchment, out of all the other ones which could hide his secret, but inexplicably, he reached down, picked it up with a red-clawed hand, and began to read it. The format, wildly different from the elegant verse of Atomos's passage, was writted as if from a contemporary scientist, and it seemed to be part of a diary of journal. It read:
"...falna started to tell me certain things today. I didn't wish to push her at all, but she said that it was for the betterment of my research, and so I conceded to learn all that I could.
She seemed... hesitant, at first, as if this news she would tell me would be something of a burden to bring upon me. But eventually, she opened up about the secret of the Black Materia.
Long ago, the Ancient Cetra, as I have stated in my preliminary interviews with Ifalna, were masters of the magical world. The ancient powers of Mana flowed thhrough their veins as blood would in a regular Hume, allowing them to be truly one with the Planet which they called their home. However, the old story says that they began to craft a secret weapon which should never have been created by them in the first place. It was made for the sake of discovery, but it would only lead to their doom in the end.
The Black Materia was like any other kind of the common orbs which allows us mortals to cast spells and such, but it carries a destructive secret within it. Inscribed within its obsidian facade was the power to call upon Meteor, the ultimate black magic, and use it to smash into the Planet, thus obliterating all life on Earth. Our Mako Reactors are like simple mosquitoes compared to such a terrifying weapon as Meteor.
Before I could delve further into the secret of this ultimate spell, Ifalna refused to speak more of it, and thus our interview came to an end. I will try to explain more in my next report."
-Professor Gast Faremis, Head of Science and Research Department Shinra Electric Power Company
Once again, Kefka found himself staring speechless at the piece of parchment in his hands, unable to speak a solitary word or think a solitary thought. What he held in his grip... was it. He had found it.
He had found it!
A laugh began within his chest, which erupted from his mouth in a cacophany of malicious giggles. His face grinned evilly, his eyes shone like the very flames of Hell, his smile twisted like the gilded tongue of a serpent's. The laugh exploded outward and reverberated into the library, out into the hall, and over the courtyard, making the soldiers patrolling and cleaning up the corpses cringe in fear and panic at that unholy sound.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
At last, at long last, after weeks and weeks of dreaming of this moment, of tasting every wafting particle of air in anticipation, of feeling his blood rush with the thrilling sensation, he had FINALLY FOUND IT! The secret to the Apocalypse, right in the palm of his hand! He could almost feel the Planet shudder in fear beneath him, anxious of this deadly revelation. And now, it was given to the most deranged, nihilistic, psychopathic madman on Gaia. Now, what would such a person do with such a piece of information such as this?
Kefka had to forcefully calm himself from his victorious descover long enough to re-read the diary excerpt once again. Well, that was where he encountered a potential problem. The paper names the way to Armageddon well enough, but the path to the Black Materia was not divulged in this particular report. This doctor, Gast, obviously wrote more of them, and kept them safe somewhere. But what if he didn't? What if something happened to the rest of the report? What if they were lost or destroyed somewhere else? This was only a small scrap of an entire journal entry, and Doma's library was the greatest storehouse of information on Figaro! It was possible that the other entries could have been destroyed years, even decades earlier. And with them... went Kefka's hopes for annihalation.
He slumped deflated against the desk, his eyes losing their fiery excitement which possessed him but a moment ago with such fervor and zeal. He had lost. His one chance to complete his goal and he had lost everything. It was no good getting angry about it now. His dull, icy blue eyes drifted across the bookcase where the scrap fell out of, right from a catalogued spot...
Curiously, Kefka allowed his eyes to be drawn to it, and read the brass plate which described the contents as:
"Findings of Prof. Gast Faremis Location: Shinra Mansion, Nibelheim, Cetra Cont."
Sickening hope rebounded in the harlequin mage's chest as he read those words. Nibelheim... Shinra Mansion... Cetra Continent... YES!!! He lept up into the air, rejuvinated and reinvigorated, and ran pell-mell out of the stuffy room and back into the main foyer, where Exdeath was still searching through volumes, and was in the middle of asking, "Find anyth-"
The clown sped right past his armored associate and reached for a heavy Atlas on the bottom rung of one of the closest cases. It was lucky that Kefka's muscles were enhanced with Esper-strength, otherwise his emanciated frame probably wouldn't have managed to lift the sheer bulk of the map onto a nearby table. But it still required a deal of muscle to do so, and by the time he had finished, Kefka was heaving with exhertion. Putting his exhaustion to the wayside for a moment in wake of his new discovery, Kefka opened the large cover of the Atlas and quickly flipped to the index, where he found Nibelheim. He then quickly flipped back until he hit the corresponding page, and, crowing triumphantly, smacked a red-clawed figner upon the exact spot of the small, backwater town on the Cetra Continent.
Handing the no-doubt curious Exdeath Prof. Gast's journal entry, Kefka explained smugly, a mad glimmer in his icy-blue eyes, "This is where we need to go next, my dear Exdeath. This is where the destruction of Gaia begins."
He was lost. Lost in the vastness of tomes, scrolls, parchments, novels and maps that littered the room. He felt the sensation of being overwhelmed – a first in his entire life. The books and texts seemed to engulf him and he tried with much effort to escape their hold of him. However, it appeared impossible and waves of volumes crashed down on him. A mountainous pile of books and scrolls now laid on top of him, crushing him to death…
Thankfully, a loud boom saved him from his own insanity as he looked to the source of it with a somewhat startled expression. Kefka had just blown open a large set of iron doors that looked partially oxidize after years of no use. Exdeath caught a brief glimpse of the room. It appeared to be filled with more books and manuscripts than Exdeath could imagine. In addition, it seemed to have remained undisturbed for many years, as there was a thick layer of dust covering everything. The room certainly looked like it held a great deal of secrets; however, Exdeath did not budge from his spot. He would let Kefka search out there whilst he continued to search in here for any information.
Continuing his search, he was only interrupted after a while by a triumphant, piercing, and maniacal laughter that emitted from the ancient room where Kefka entered some time ago. Exdeath’s attention perked as he heard the evil sound. A twisted grin curled on his lips as the laughter translated itself as success. He waited a moment and surely enough, the insane Court Mage came bounding from the room, right past him. The armored atrocity stood and observed the Mage as he grabbed a large atlas from a shelf. Slamming it down on a table and frantically scanning through it until he found what he was searching for, he burst out again in victorious cackling. His painted red fingernail prodded a location of the map. Kefka handed him a very old looking parchment, which Exdeath took and read immediately.
A cruel and malicious smile shone on his dark face as he read intently on the immense powers of Black Materia. This was most definitely it. This was the answer to his and Kefka’s dream of hellish destruction. This would bring about Armageddon and total apocalypse upon this wretched world. Now, they only needed to attain this power and without a doubt, they would.
A small dark, ominous chuckle slid past his cold lips until it grew into a deep, booming laughter that filled the whole kingdom of Doma with its menacing sound. Once releasing his pent up excitement, he refocused on the Mage and asked, ”With this, no one will stand in our way and the destruction of the world will be swift. We leave immediately, correct?” Now that they had their bearing, Exdeath was eager to get moving. His stance surely showed his burning enthusiasm.
This was it. This was the beginning of the end and no one would delay this end any longer. The world’s time was up and now, it would meet its doom at the hands of a fiery inferno of power and death. A joyous ending indeed.
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Last Edit: Dec 15, 2009 0:12:03 GMT by kefkapalazzo
" I welcome you lord Kefka....". 
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