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Light then Dark. Dark then Light. The cycle continued unbroken as they slept. Then as inevitable as the slumber they took, they re-awoke unto a world. Bright. Far too bright for their liking. They cast their cape cross their face as everything seemed to piece itself into existence around them as though coming from the nothingness with them. How dreadful it was the way that Chaos would summon them from the Void. Or perhaps it had been Spiritus. Was that not who now commanded them in these cycles? They would have thought them more courteous having being born of Cosmo's will, but it mattered not. They were here. They would do what needed be done to return to their slumber or they would swallow everything with them.
The suddenness stopped and the light faded for the moment. They hissed. The two weaved and bobbed as the they removed their cloak from their vision. It seemed they had been put within a forest. They reached forward to open the portal to their would be master, but only stared at their hand as the magic refused to will itself from them. They tried once more, but their own failure to produce the portal only caused them a moment's pause. How strange. The rules must have been amended once more. They floated forward. They would meet their summoners soon enough.
Would this be a more simple cycle? One only to sustain the world? They thought it was foolish. They always had. These gods only delayed the inevitable with these cycles. Still they would follow through with their task. They remembered the first cycle when they had refused Chaos' orders. A cycle of torment, pain they had not known until then even in their defeat in their self created Worlds of Light and Dark. They were wise not to embrace that agony again even though they knew it would end as soon as it began but still last all of time. The following cycles they had submitted if only to end things all the quicker. Return what they could to the Void.
They emerged from the forest to an odd sight. It was a village but unlike those of the previous cycles it was inhabited. They watched as people mingled about as they floated closer and closer. A quiet fell over the establishment as they came nearer. The multitude of those staring eyes in front of them confused them. No way would either of the gods store this many of their champions in one place. They pondered if perhaps this was another manikin breeding ground.
"If any among you are warriors of the gods then prove yourself thus." they warned as the two sprang towards the crowd hissing. A single man emerged from the crowd trembling worse than the child had. He raised a sword in their direction. "If you would raise that steel at us, then are you one of her champions?" The man's mouthed something, but it was of no importance. It neither confirmed or denied their involvement in the cycle claiming only to protect what it loved. A manikin they must be. They attacked quick and fast the two biting into the thing's flesh quickly, rapidly, and deadly. The manikin bled which surprised them. How fickle Materia must be to have shaped and molded them into humans. Pandemonium erupted in the village as they watched the body fall to the ground. If none among them served Materia or Spiritus than they had no use in this world. They began to summon a ball of darkness to hurl into the panicking crowd.
To become the dew that quenches the land. To spare the sands, the seas, the skies. I offer thee this silent sacrifice.
Genesis was cold. As he swam towards consciousness, that thought stuck in his mind as being somehow wrong until flashes of memory came trickling back to him. His fight with Zack in the caves. Being propped against a chair below some apple trees in Banora. The sun beating down on him in his leather coat as Zack had taken that comatose blond infantryman and left. He had been blazing hot when he had slipped into unconsciousness.
Genesis opened his eyes, and the sight of tall trees stretched overhead greeted him. There wasn't a single Banora White hanging from the branches, and after a moment of blinking up at the clear blue sky, it occurred to him that there were far too many trees and far too many close together for this to have still been Banora. Sitting up cautiously from where he was stretched out in the dirt, Genesis felt for the wounds that he had sustained in the battle against Zack. Nothing but smooth skin.
Throwing his head back, Genesis laughed out loud at the sky, sending a few birds speeding off in alarm. "Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess," he quoted a little breathlessly, still laughing as he pulled a few strands of red hair in front of his face to confirm that they hadn't turned back to white. What did it matter that he wasn't in Banora anymore? He was alive and whole and no longer degrading. Genesis felt better than he had in a long time.
Climbing to his feet, Genesis paused as his boot struck something heavy, and he glanced down to find his rapier stretched out next to him. "Well, whoever brought me here was certainly polite if they brought you as well,"he murmured as he bent down to retrieve it. There was something off about his sword being there, and as he lightly ran a gloved finger down the red metal, he tried to remember if Zack had brought it to the surface along with him or if he had left it in the caves below Banora. Well, no matter. He had more pressing matters to attend to. Like why he was alone in a forest.
Touching at his left shoulder, Genesis fought a slight grimace at the wing he felt protruding from underneath his clothes. Once a monster, always a monster. Still, this did make figuring out his current location easier. If he could just manage to find a clearing where his wingspan wouldn't strike the trees, then he would be able to take to the skies.
Before setting out, Genesis took some time to wrestle his wing through the slit in his coat that he had made to accommodate it, cursing at it and threatening it with Loveless quotes until he was able to stretch it out comfortably. "All that awaits you is a somber morrow," he muttered at it with a scowl before finally setting off along the path, rapier clenched in his right hand.
Genesis might have missed the village that lay a few minutes past where he had woken up if not for the sounds of screams trailing over the air. Finally. Something that sounded interesting instead of just endless boring trees. Turning towards the sound, Genesis crashed through the undergrowth, grimacing as a few of his feathers got ripped out on the branches before he emerged into a clearing with a few houses that must have passed for a small village. People scattered in all directions in front of him, and one girl stumbled into him, turning her terrified face up towards him.
"Are you a soldier?" She begged, seeming to miss his wing in her hurry as she latched onto his uniform and sword instead. "Please, she's killing us!"
"I fail to see how that's my problem," he said with annoyance, but the girl was already gone in her hurry to flee to the forest. What an entitled bitch. Expecting him to help. Still, he felt a small amount of curiosity, so he started edging his way around the crowd, blinking in surprise when he was finally able to see the woman floating near the front. She wore barely any clothing at all, and he would have admired her for that if it wasn't for the golden snakes coming off her and the way her silver hair floated around her. This woman couldn't be human in the slightest. What was she? Another of Shinra's monsters? His eyes suddenly lit on the bleeding man in front of her, and he had the sudden urge to just turn around and pretend he'd seen nothing. He'd succeeded in what he had come to do, after all. He had been looking for a clearing so he could take off, and he'd certainly found one. There was no need to stick around and get involved.
On the other hand, he could almost feel Angeal shaking his head at him, telling him that this wasn't how a hero was supposed to act. And hadn't he literally just vowed to try to do better before he had passed out in Banora? To try to make up for what he had done?
"I'm no hero and I never was,"he muttered angrily, before the woman suddenly called a ball of magic to her hand. The size of it even gave Genesis pause. Normal humans would never survive a blast like that. "Damn it all," he swore, throwing out his wing and knocking several people off their feet as he flew towards the front of the crowd. He landed directly in between her and the rest of the group, calling a Firaga to one hand as he held out his sword with the other.
"The arrow has left the bow of the goddess," he warned her. His voice came out far angrier than a hero's should, but he probably had time to work on that.
They watched as the crowd dispersed in terror. They did not care for the feelings of manikins, and the screams and shouts did not phase them. It was ridiculous to have crafted such care into a world doomed to battle and war for the clashing of endless cycles to be populated with such undesirable cretins. They stared coldly at the thing they had just felled. It took breaths as though it was not about dematerialize back into the ether of the dimensions at a moment's notice. The left one hissed as another of the fools approached them with intents they possible could not carry out. They turned to face the brave one.
"Has it now? You hesitate in your indecision. An arrow not quite out of the quiver." they responded to the red haired man that approached. They surveyed him waiting for him to strike with either his sword of magic. He would have been no different than the others that fled and screamed around him save for the black wing that protruded from his shoulder. This was proof enough for them that this was a warrior. They had known that wing in the endless cycles. The wing of the schemer. They swallowed the dark magic back into themselves for the time being.
"Are you one of his creations?" They asked wondering if perhaps Sephiroth had found a way to make the manikins in his image. They had been mostly uninterested in his musings and scheming of the nature of the cycles. The wondered if it might be Sephiroth in a new flesh, but they had never seen the Warriors change their appearances so completely. Perhaps he was something else. "Tell us warrior," they demanded floating closer to the earth and closer to the man. "What purpose do you serve here? We would not believe until shown to us that he has become the goddess' warrior, and yet you, so similar, claim to fight for her." They stared as their tendrils held themselves back from attacking. "And if you do, then you know what must be done." They conjured the dark orb back into their hands cradling it in anticipation for an answer.
Genesis stared at the woman in front of him, grimacing and almost taking a step backward when the snake on her left-hand side hissed at him. If that was alive and attached to her, then what was she? He had seen more than his share of monsters come out of Shinra’s experiments—he even had to admit that he was a monster himself. But he had never seen anything like her before. He hadn’t even thought anything like her bad been possible, though there was something familiar in the way her silver hair swept around her that reminded him of Sephiroth. Perhaps she was one of Hojo’s creations born from Project S. That man just couldn’t survive without something to torment.
“An arrow not quite out of the quiver?” He repeated, deciding that he rather liked that response. Perhaps it should have offended him since she was essentially calling him a coward for not attacking outright, but he liked the way that it flowed off the tongue too much to care. “Now that’s a fascinating interpretation. How do you feel about poetry?” He asked, before the dying groans of the man on the ground next to him reminded him that maybe this wasn’t the proper time to ask her for her thoughts on Loveless. He noticed now that a few flecks of the man’s blood had settled on Genesis’ shoes, and he grimaced in disgust. The hand still prepped with a Firaga twitched towards the man on the ground instead before he reigned himself in. Honorable people—he was almost certain Angeal would tell him—didn’t strike people while they were down, and they almost certainly didn’t hurt people they were trying to save. Even when they were being insufferable and almost asking to be put out of their misery.
The floating woman finally banished her ball of magic, and Genesis marginally relaxed as he did the same, though he didn’t really like when she drifted closer to the ground to speak with him easier. That boded somewhat poorly.
One of his creations? Genesis perked up, mind racing as he wondered if that confirmed that she had come from Hojo. “Not the man you speak of I think. But another. One not worth mentioning.” He smirked a tad bitterly, stepping over the body on the ground to get closer to her, though her comments about him being the goddess’ warrior made him pause.
“I’d certainly like to claim that I fight for her, but I’ve rather fallen off the bandwagon as of late,” He muttered, pausing when she called her magic to her hands once more. Now that he was closer, he could feel the power in it. She seemed to be quite adept with Materia. While he suspected that he would still have the upper hand in a fight since she seemed to be unarmed, there was a very slim chance that he would emerge from their encounter unscathed. And if she was one of Hojo’s creations there was no telling what she had up her sleeve.
Hesitating, he glanced over his shoulder at the terrified masses behind him and was slightly annoyed when the quick view of the ramshackle houses and encircling trees reminded him of Banora. Would it really be so bad if this place were to burn? Why was he even bothering to help them? Their lives wouldn’t exactly amount to much. Genesis—Angeal’s voice in his head admonished him, and he quickly scowled and turned to face her again.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, adjusting the grip he had on his sword. “We certainly could fight to the death over the fate of this no-name village, but I don’t really think that’s worth our time or effort, do you?” He shot her a smile though he wasn’t entirely certain that she had changed expressions this entire time. “What do you say instead that we leave them to their boring lives and go off to compare what we know?”
As he waited for a response, he tried to subtly shift to the side away from her magic. “My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I?” He quoted to try to persuade her. After her initial reaction, he somehow thought it best to avoid lines that mentioned the Goddess.
