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The morning that i was born again i was made into a beast
The predators of the sand quickly learned that they were now at the bottom of the food chain. Ultimecia stood in front of the carcass an antlion that had thought her its next meal. She had made quick work of eviscerating it, in spectacle as others of its kind swooped in to claim her for their own. The dark magic had ripped the thing from the inside out and it lay splayed out behind one half to her left, the other to its right. She had passed a cactaur that spat out its thousands of needles only for her to stop them in their projection and wave them back towards the beast. No, the beasts stayed from the energy she exuded for now.
She made her way through the sands drawn by the magic she sensed. The sand was hot and threatened to burn the pads of her paws as she walked over. Still, the intoxicating smell of magic kept her path straight and true. It felt different. It was created by someone, and not a primal part of the world. Still it was strong enough for a non Sorceress, and Ultimecia needed to consume it for her own. If only it didn't try to bar her teleporting to it. No matter, she'd find it all the same.
Ultimecia let the magic lead her to the oasis. At first she thought it an illusion, a trap, but as she tried to wave for it, it stayed true to its form. A reality. She hmpfhed as she strolled to the water's edge looking down at her own reflection in the glistening water. She tried to concentrate on the image. To become one with her own-self in a different time, but the reflection just remained her in the present she stepped on the reflection letting the ripples distort and deform before she walked over to the entrance.
As she walked towards it, it tried to repel her advance. Ultimecia could also feel the magic watching her as though it could possibly begin to understand what it saw. She closed her eye trying to pinpoint the source of the watchful magic feeling it like an eye watching her. Quickly she grasped out with her own magic ripping the watching magic from its hold and crushing it in the palm of her hand. She placed her hand up against the ward that hummed against her presence. She fed it spell after spell after spell into as it vibrated faster and faste trying to keep her magic out until it finally shattered. It would take more to keep a witch out.
Ultimecia walked into the lair and smirked as she looked at the dreadful decor. The scent was a mish mash of magic of two different individuals, one stronger than the other but both faint now as if the place had been vacant for some time now. Still she swept through the halls looking for anything of import. She stopped at each bookcase throwing everything of no merit on the floor as she made her way through the stone place.
Whoever was here was still bound by the flesh, as she waltzed through the kitchen her wings knocking down things hung in the too confined space. She passed by a room of trinkets and cursed objects that looked like child's play to her. Another door had all sorts of enchantments on it, but aside from that she could not feel anything of magical value hidden behind it. She journeyed deeper until she found what she had been looking for. Perhaps not the most impressive magic of the lot, but in this den of knowledge perhaps she would find the answers she sought of this dimension.
Ultimecia poured over volumes for hours as she would bore of on topic and move to the next topic. Whoever aboded here had taken the time and care to collect better than the monks of the temple had. Still that had been a simple lock, she wondered what secrets they kept under their more intense spells. She would hear the footsteps coming not bothering to look up from her book on the Dividus. "And do you comprehend what you've found?" she would ask the approaching figure. "Or are you but a child playing with things it does not understand?"
It had been three hours since he’d taken flight, and still Kuja had no real direction. There were the cities -- Provo, Sonora, Torensten -- but there he’d find only aimless wealth and hedonism. There were the plethora of shrines and ruins he’d frequented so often with a scholarly eye, but what good would they do him if he had no desires of his own? There was his workshop in the forest, the ethereal divider, the windstricken tower, but there was nothing else to gain from them.
He’d scoured the planet in search of truth, and now he had his answer. Nothing had ever mattered.
Kuja couldn’t have said what he’d done since he’d left Zidane that morning. He’d wanted out. He’d never wanted anything more than to be free of that familiar face and those eyes wide with concern. Zidane would have helped him -- that was his way, wasn’t it? That princess, that puppet, that child, that rat. Zidane spread good will as naturally as Kuja spread destruction. Zidane would have helped him if he’d asked. Perhaps even if he hadn’t.
Instead, Kuja had fled. He couldn’t stand the sight of his outstretched hand.
Kuja let out a shaking laugh and ran his fingers through his hair. Sand dunes rushed beneath him as quickly as his dragon’s shadow. The sun sank low in a dusky sky. He had nowhere to go.
His dragon brought him to his desert hideaway. Had he asked her to? He didn’t remember. This was a place where no one would find him, a place that would only echo with his own step.The thought of it felt quiet and hollow, but as soon as they began their descent, he knew that something was wrong.
He slipped from his dragon before she’d fully settled, landing with a muffled click in the thin grasses. The oasis looked just as he’d left it -- the same clear water, the same desert flowers, the same atrium walls -- but the air wasn’t right. His surveillance was gone, his wards shattered. No monster could have done this. No power he knew, and yet something had broken his strongest spells like brittle china. Kuja glanced over the wreckage, touched at the remains of his runnic wards, and glanced at the door.
Whatever had found him, he wasn’t alone.
His steps echoed through quiet halls, his magic cracking beneath his boots like broken glass. The intruder had wreaked a path of destruction and trailed its own chilling presence behind it. The air felt still. Timeless. He felt it shudder in the back of his neck and set his fur on end. There was something familiar about it. Something focused. Cold. Without mercy. Gone was his own ethereal presence, his violet aura and spells crafted as finely as spider’s silk, and in its place…
Kuja froze. Something that could have overpowered his spells with a wave of its hand, that could drown his magic in dread, that could find him in an instant? He’d seen this before, but no. It couldn’t have been. He didn’t sense another Terran soul.
He hardly noticed the discarded books, the ruined pages, or the food haphazardly knocked to the floor. No, he kept his attention ahead and his focus clear. It came from the library and so he would waste no time in finding it. Still, as he rounded the corner, he couldn’t help a flutter of fear. For a moment he thought he it -- dark armor lit in pulsing crimson -- but then it was gone, replaced by nothing more than his own disheveled library and a woman in red. Kuja’s eyes sharpened.
What did she want from him?
”And do you comprehend what you've found?" Her voice was as cold as her magic and Kuja felt his lips thin on instinct. ”Or are you but a child playing with things it does not understand?"
A child? His eyes panned over her again. She looked like something he would have sculpted for his palace -- an angel and a demon contrasting on the duality of man. Her dress was tightly formed and clung to her skin by what he could only assume to be magic. Feathers draped its edges extending out into a set of black wings. Even her hair, nails, and feet screamed her inhumanity, and in that moment, Kuja felt almost frozen by the power that pulsed from her. She wasn’t Garland, but the effect was all the same.
He’d do well not to miss his step.
”There’s nothing that can’t be understood given the right mind.” Kuja drifted inside, his arms crossed. He stopped at the edge of her table and touched thoughtfully at his lips. ”Knowledge grants insight and insight grants power. I’ve annotated every text inscribed in the common tongue and developed ciphers for the others. They stem from an ancient race, but I’ve translated at least half of each. I have a propensity for dead languages.”
His eyes flicked to her. Up close, he could see her yellowed irises, her ornamental jewels, and the precise curves of her tribal markings. The effect was hideous though he wasn’t about to let on. He’d never been one for direct confrontation.
”As much as I’d love to wax on about philosophy, I’m afraid I have questions of my own. Might I be graced with your intentions here?”
The morning that i was born again i was made into a beast
Ultimecia ignored Kuja for a few minutes as she poured over more of the power of the Divider. So much talk of power, of retreating gods, and yet. Ultimecia stood letting the book drop from her grip as she began to walked across the room to another pluck another book from the study. A book of stories, of legends, the page she had flipped to told of a dragoon on tower's summit, and of the magic surrounding the sacred site. She made a mental note to investigate such a place, but first she had business here that needed attended to. The boy had so many interesting things for her to learn from.
"And do you not fear that you'll stumble across knowledge so powerful your mind would break from it?" Ultimecia asked looking up from the written word for the first time to give Kuja a hard dark cold look. Had she not seen it before, or done it before that is. Most Sorceresses before had been killed or died far earlier than their Knight had, but she had been through several coursing the defiling knowledge and magic of Heine as a surrogate. Was not her castle littered with what she had wrought of their forms after their minds had long since melded into the void, lost to time? Ultimecia devoured the boy with her eyes wondering what form his body would take.
"Are we not after the same thing?" she would tease turning her back to him once more picking up another book. "You'd put up such weak trinkets to try to keep other from the knowledge you've found?" Ultiemecia gave a cold hard hmpf as she shook her head. "Lo, your magic could not keep a witch out however." Ultimecia scoured the the tomes at her leisure as she continued to talk to the boy, "Yours smells different than that of the this world's innate magics. Another being lost adrift in time?" It was true he smelled so differently than the others she had come across. If she could consume his power meld it into her own. "And what have you learned from your studies that you're so desperate to hide?" she asked walking closer to him the same cold stare the entire gait her talon pointing at Kuja before diverting at the last second and walking towards another bookshelf another book in hand.
lol I never have any idea what Ultimecia will find interesting
Why should the world exist without me?
Kuja’s lips pursed. The woman hadn’t listened to a word he’d said. In fact, she hardly seemed to notice that he was there at all. She just kept reading -- a book of lore, it seemed. Well then, he at least knew what she was after and that it wasn’t him. At least not until she’d finished her page.
"And do you not fear that you'll stumble across knowledge so powerful your mind would break from it?" Her eyes set on him, and the intensity of that look made his tail bristle. It was merciless. Kuja cast his gaze aside with an almost careless air. He wouldn’t show intimidation in front of her no matter how her power chilled him.
”There’s nothing the mind can’t comprehend. Not the right mind anyway. All it needs are the proper pieces and a resilient soul.” Why did she care so much about his studying habits of all things? Unless she planned to use him as some sort glorified librarian. She still hadn’t answered his question.
She mocked him after that. Such a lovely hag, wasn’t she? Kuja bit back the sharp words that threatened to rise to his tongue. No. He refused to show cracks in his actor’s facade. If he could do it for that elephant woman then he could do it for anyone.
”For privacy.” He allowed himself a subtle scathing tone. ”I didn’t come to an underground oasis at the far end of a desert to be interrupted.” He pushed his hair over his shoulder. He loathed the idea of transparency, but it was impossible to know what she’d already found. As much as it pained him to admit, truth wasn’t always the worst option.
”I’m a weapons dealer,” he said. ”I’ve made a small fortune selling simple amulets and charms and other such trifles. They need hardly an hour of work, and those too stupid for magic will pay high prices for them. Protection from harm. Strength enhancements. The people clamor for power like flies to honey.”
He touched his chin and laughed softly. Greed was all too reliable a vice.
”My true work is in artificial life.” He turned to face her. ”Soulless puppet soldiers capable of magic and incapable of remorse. Replicating my work here has gone quicker than expected. My previous world had hardly discovered steam engines. Manufacturing was troublesome to say the least.”
He crossed his arms and considered the ceiling with an almost uninterested air. ”I have nothing in particular to hide,” he said. ”My notes and my ciphers are indecipherable -- transcribed into another dead language naturally. There’s only one other native speaker alive and his skills are lacking.”
He glanced to her. ”If you haven’t found anything of note then there’s nothing else here. I have my library, my work, and my research. Surely a witch such as yourself is above such petty curiosities?”
The morning that i was born again i was made into a beast
Ultimecia gave a smile that didn't reach her eyes as the man prattled on. "And do you possess such a resilient soul?" she asked her wings beating in time with her pulse. For all she had seen so far was a boy playing at magic to his own pleasure and benefit. Could he understand its intricacies, the sheer power that being able to possess it took, the breaking and remaking of the soul? Perhaps she would test just how resilient the being was to the depths of magic she understood. Her talons flickered with energy for a moment before she discharged it. No it seemed his own hubris might out his is innate or lack of knowledge of the deep magics.
The boy would continue on about privacy. If that were true than perhaps he should have done a better job of arming his respite from the outside world. She gave no interest as she strolled away as he talked of making weapons and trinkets. Money, how base an ideal to still be tethered to it. It was becoming rapidly clear to her that he had not ascended the threshold of knowledge and magic that proved material wealth inconsequential. She pulled another book from the shelf reading over about heavily annotated text on the a dragon's gate that she regarded with a passing interest.
Artificial life? A puppet? Although Ultimecia would not look up from her reading the idea played at her curiosity. Magic did seem to differ on this new plane of existence. Could perhaps this puppet provide an outlet at the same capacity as that of a knight? She glared over the top of her book as he would continue talking. "If I wished to learn your scribbling, I would have done so already." It may have taken some more time than simply reading the easiest of languages presented, but with enough time.
Ultimecia moved faster than what she have been possible as she closed the gap between herself and the boy. She stood right in front of him looking down, a hunger in her eyes as the idea continued to fester in her mind's idea. "And have you one of the puppets near?" she asked unblinking as she bore her sight into his. "To pass over even the most minute of details or ideas, leaves little room for the mind to blossom with new seeds even for a witch." Once again she would smile without it touching her eyes. "To beget life through magic...." Could procuring a soulless knight be within her grasp? Could this boy actually be capable of such a thing?
Oh hey. Kuja has an opportunity to ramble about science
Why should the world exist without me?
She had no interest in anything he said -- that was clear enough. Not his notes, not his translations, not his work, and not his motivations. There was a short pause, however, when he spoke of artificial life. Kuja felt his lips twitch with a smirk at that faint sliver of attention.
And then she was on him.
He tensed as she materialized before him, but he didn’t flinch. Her speed was a surprise if not a potent one. A woman of her power had certainly mastered magics of which he had only a novice’s grasp. Somehow he’d almost expected it of her. He was no stranger to spontaneous teleportation, afterall.
No, it was her proximity that set him on edge. Her aura crackling with magic. Her claws so close to his skin. Still, he kept his expression as placid as ever and refused to avert his gaze. Her eyes bore into his with the cold interest of a bird of prey. It wasn’t a new feeling.
”Through magic and science,” Kuja said. ”Though I see little difference between the two.” He met her eye for a moment longer before he pulled away. ”I’d be more than happy to show you. Though I’ve yet to perfect the process. My work was stalled by a lack of resources, and as I’ve said, I’ve had to translate my designs to new technology. I’m still dealing with prototypes.”
He glanced at her to make certain she hadn’t lost interest again before he crossed his arms and started into the hallway. The walk wasn’t a long one, but with her chilling presence behind him, time had little meaning. The candles had hushed into darkness, but even as he brought them sputtering back to life, the halls felt no less shadowed. Her magic suffocated him with all the weight of a cold, black sea. His fists clenched against it.
By the time that he reached his teleportation stone, his nails had nearly drawn blood. He paused and glanced to her with a wry smile. ”Use it or follow along how you wish. This magic is likely trivial to you.” He stepped between his sigils and felt his own embedded magic overtake him. There was a rush of Terran runes lit in pale blue before his stomach twisted with weightlessness. For a moment there was only light before his feet touched the ground again, and it faded in the same flurry of symbols as before.
He stepped from the stone and paused only long enough to make certain she’d followed before continuing on. His methods were rudimentary in comparison to hers. He didn’t need to see her condescension.
A wave of his hand illuminated his workshop in blue-violet light. The lines were walled with bookshelves that carried his notes and schematics and musings. A table sat in one corner with an unlit candle next to an inkwell and quill, and all along the opposite wall were mages hung from hooks or discarded in piles. Beyond this room there were others where the puppets were shaped and molded and hewed together. Kuja stopped and turned to her with a wave towards the lifeless puppets.
”These are the mages ready for animation,” he said. ”I’ve yet to perfect my process, but I’ll likely manage at least one from this iteration. The souls here are fickle.” He glanced towards their lifeless forms. He’d never mastered the aesthetics of a human form, and he’d never particularly cared to try. Instead, he’d chosen a more stylized path and simply shrouded their faces in darkness. Without it, they resembled nothing more than formless dolls.
The morning that i was born again i was made into a beast
Ultimecia followed behind as the boy would lead her to his puppets. She remained silent as the stone walls passed by in a blur. Her mind was on other things than the man so eager to share his secrets. Was it possible for to have multiple knights at once through the use of these creatures he had. If they had no soul there would be no reason for them to fail like that boy had against the cursed SeeD. And if they did well then even easier to destroy and re-consume her magic it seemed. Ultimecia merely blinked at the child as he would offer teleportation. She closed her eyes as he stepped onto the portal and focused on his energy. Within the blink of an eye, she was gone feathers scattering across the floor as she followed his energy through time and space.
She arrived only seconds after he appeared in the teleport. She followed behind as the room would alight and she would see the things that he described as his puppets. Small, haphazard little sack things it looked like to her. Ultimecia stared at them as he talked about animation and souls. "Souls?" it was the only question she had for Kuja as she stepped closer to examine the things. Hadn't the boy said the things were soulless? She gave him a cold side eye as she moved ever closer to the puppets. An hour. A minute. An eternity. What difference did it make to her how long it took. Still he called them vessels and she was apt to test her idea.
Ultimecia raised her a talon swirling it in the air as the dark magic began to swirl. She put only the slightest of power behind it as she continued to swirl it before her and stepped towards the first of the line of things. Ultimecia placed her finger against the thing and waited. At first it seemed to come alive as two balls of light ignited in the endless void where a face should be. Still the light grew brighter and brighter melding into one blinding orb as the thing shook on the rack. Light poured from it's face and almost a second later and loud pop as it seems burst with force and piece of cloth floated onto her outstretched claw.
She turned to the boy her face stoic but her cold smile returning slowly. "How weak a vessel." She turned from him and walked to one of his bookshelfs wrestling a book from its place and flicking through it. "When you're done with your method, show me." If it impressed her, perhaps she'd show him an sliver of the magic she could offer to power it further or perhaps even him if impressed enough.
’Souls?’ It was the first time that the woman seemed even the slightest bit thrown, and Kuja willed himself from the self-satisfied smirk that threatened his placid facade. That was something that he had on her at least, and though it was only a singular first, the topic’s sheer importance gave him a substantial edge.
Of this, he knew more than almost anyone.
”The dregs of them at least,” he said. ”Even soulless, they require a base to drive even the most base of automation. It’s not true sentience, but if they’re to follow orders…” Kuja trailed off as she brought magic to the tips of her claws. It took him a moment to realize her intentions before he noticed the darkness enveloping a spare mage. Its eyes lit with power, and Kuja felt the bite of his nails through his sleeve. Of course she would try to outmatch him. Sheer force would only destroy his work, but he bit back his warnings even as it came to near bursting.
It would be better that she see her incompetence for herself.
And so she did. Kuja kept his smile even as her mockery made it clear she thought it his fault. ’A weak vessel.’ He wanted to laugh.
”The process is far closer to science than the arcane.” He raised a hand to gesture at the ruined mage. ”Only the living can channel magic, and invoking life is a highly delicate process. One that requires very little magic, as it happens.” Kuja glanced at her without so much as a flicker of condescension. He would leave it to her to catch the implication.
Kuja circled his hand and captured the remaining mages in a light of sparkling blue. They rose to a hover, and Kuja pushed his hair over his shoulder before he started into the next room. ”This won’t take long.”
He passed husks still awaiting their final touches and then the eggs that clustered about like the nest of some oversized bird. Finally, he reached a door that wreaked of something like Mist. The fog was imperfect and imprecise. While the properties were similar, it carried a more singular signature than Mist and couldn’t be translated exactly. Kuja braced himself before releasing the seal on the door and slipping inside. The fog rolled to meet him in waves.
As expected, he met failure before he met success. The first had only a partial awakening, the second didn’t take to it at all, and the third short-circuited with an unstable magic. By the fourth, Kuja fought nausea at his inhalation of the fog, but much to his relief, he had finally managed the proper solution. The mage’s eyes stirred like dull embers before they gradually lit in burning yellow. Kuja watched it coolly and it watched back. It blinked slowly.
Kuja’s lips pricked with a smirk. Finally.
Kuja brought it away from the fog and lazily listed off his test commands. ’Fire. Thunder. Turn. Walk.’ Its magic was satisfactory, and as it waddled away from him, Kuja let out a low laugh behind the back of his hand. What would Zidane’s mage say to him now? Something insipid no doubt, but there was nothing quite like the thrill of success. Kuja had almost forgotten.
He led it back to the woman and stood to the side to allow her a full view. It stopped as he did and watched her with dull, incurious eyes. Kuja waved to it carelessly.
”You can inspect or command it as you wish, but take caution. It has the same weaknesses as anything alive -- that being it can die. I’d advise against stressing it beyond the limits of the human body unless you’ve finished with it completely.”
The morning that i was born again i was made into a beast
Ultimecia did not turn until the boy had closed the door to the other part of this laboratory of sorts. She dropped the book she had been glossing over as she went to where the vessels had stood, her paw's claws scraping against the garment's of the one she had destroyed. She ran her a talon over the runes that had been illuminated in blue by the mage tracing them into a mental image in her mind. If what he produced was useful, it would be of good use to remember part of the incantation. No matter what he proclaimed, she knew that without the spark of magic that all the science in the world could not do the things he spoke of. Science was limited by the natural world whereas magic bent those rules with their own. And sometimes even broke them if wielded by someone such as she.
She had smelled it as the boy had gone deeper into his layer. She found herself back in the blighted forest once more. So, it turned she was not alone in trying to use the place although she wondered if the boy had any desire to find and control the cause of the corruption, or if he merely was using the fringe benefits of the place. Ultimecia scoffed as she thought of the so called guardian she had met last she was here who thought herself strong enough to stop the spread. Ultimecia wondered if the girl had been devoured by the very thing she had tried to save yet, and she smiled as she thought she knew the answer.
Her attention would once again be called to the door as a the small vessel walked into the room and the boy followed behind. Ultimecia approached it as she smelled the mix of the forest's magic mixed with boy's own. How much one relied on the other though wasn't as apparent as she'd regard the thing with a cool rational interest. She took a step towards the thing when the boy issued his caution as to its limit.
"Still a weak vessel," she would reiterate her eyes flashing yellower in magic and malice as she stared at the thing standing there empty yet so limited. "To be bound by time, to humanity is useless." Ultimecia turned to leave but she stopped. She turned again her cold smile creeping again. "What would you give to have them stand the test of time." She turned again and snapped. The thing moved slower as she asserted her time magic on it before she rushed the thing's essence with haste it shaking as its essence beat faster than it could handle before crumpling exhausted and used on the floor. The boy had a use it seemed even if it needed nurturing. To slowly leech his magic into her own over time until all consumed., to bleed a drop of hers into his in return. She turned to leave as she awaited to hear his response, "What would you do to not be bound by time?"
”Still a weak vessel. To be bound by time, to humanity, is useless.”
Kuja’s eyes flashed with irritation. He’d created life from nothing, and still she was unimpressed. Why had he even bothered? If she was to be believed then anything ’bound by time’ had no worth whatsoever. He’d have been fascinated to hear the alternative.
Kuja crossed his arms as he waited for her to finish breaking the thing. She cast a heightened version of slow, and then the same of haste. Why she’d come if she had no interest in inspecting it, he hadn’t the slightest idea. A waste. He shot it a cool glance.
”In making them timeless? Nothing whatsoever.” They were ageless already, and it hardly mattered to him what fate they met. In fact, it was an active hindrance to keep them alive longer than necessary. The longer they lived the more likely they were to gain a soul. They were nothing but tools, and while the time hag might have thought anything capable of breaking to be useless, Kuja certainly didn’t. Breaking could be a use of its own. In the right hands at least.
Kuja shot her a wry smirk as soon as her back was turned. Had she finally seen enough? The hideous, condescending, old-
”What would you do to not be bound by time?"
”What?” Kuja stiffened. He felt his expression jolt and his facade shatter. Immortality? It had come so suddenly that Kuja didn’t know what to say. Was she mocking him? Had she some connection to his mind? His eyes heated as he took a step forward. ”That’s impossible!”
Or was it? How long had Garland reigned over that miserable, half-dead planet? How long could a genome last? Kuja felt renewed anger swell within him. ”I’m already ageless so what could you do!”Nothing. He wasn’t bound by time, but by his own internal makings. Doomed to die from the day of his creation while the more favored genomes extended their soulless existence until the planet crumbled to dust.
He clenched his fists, turned away, and smothered his anger with a breath. She was lying. Or goading him for his incompetence. Either way, there was no reason to lose control. This was no time to cloud his mind.
