Fanfiction: "Becoming"
Nov. 25th, 2020 04:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deemoyzaTitle: "Becoming" (200 words)
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Character: Ultimecia
Rating/Warning: Teen / Violence
Summary: If SeeD insisted on giving her a new name, she would live up to it.
Notes: Cross-posted to![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Etehril sat at the base of a ruined lighthouse, a crust of blood and sea spray drying on her cheeks, cut through by the trails of her last few tears. She'd reached the end of sadness, the point where pain became numbness. The point where there was nothing, no one, left to cry for.
SeeD had seen to that.
They'd pursued her through Esthar, across the sea and across another continent, razing everything in their path, to capture her, contain her, neutralize her, for nothing more than an accident in her blood, an ancient power she'd neither sought nor wanted.
They chased her to the end of the world, and there, they gave her a new name:
Ultimecia.
She'd snapped then, raising the earth beneath them in jagged spires, tearing their bodies apart, bathing in the blood of her persecutors and feeling no remorse. If they insisted she was Ultimecia, then she would become Ultimecia.
They'd hunted her to the end of the world; she would hunt them to the end of time.
She stepped forward, among the SeeDs' corpses, and raised the earth around them again. She would build a new home, here. A new life.
Alone, and unafraid.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Character: Ultimecia
Rating/Warning: Teen / Violence
Summary: If SeeD insisted on giving her a new name, she would live up to it.
Notes: Cross-posted to
drabble_zoneEtehril sat at the base of a ruined lighthouse, a crust of blood and sea spray drying on her cheeks, cut through by the trails of her last few tears. She'd reached the end of sadness, the point where pain became numbness. The point where there was nothing, no one, left to cry for.
SeeD had seen to that.
They'd pursued her through Esthar, across the sea and across another continent, razing everything in their path, to capture her, contain her, neutralize her, for nothing more than an accident in her blood, an ancient power she'd neither sought nor wanted.
They chased her to the end of the world, and there, they gave her a new name:
Ultimecia.
She'd snapped then, raising the earth beneath them in jagged spires, tearing their bodies apart, bathing in the blood of her persecutors and feeling no remorse. If they insisted she was Ultimecia, then she would become Ultimecia.
They'd hunted her to the end of the world; she would hunt them to the end of time.
She stepped forward, among the SeeDs' corpses, and raised the earth around them again. She would build a new home, here. A new life.
Alone, and unafraid.
