Such meaningless things...I'll destroy them all!

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Characters:  Kefka, Vincent Valentine (Chaos)
Progress: Incomplete
Summary:  The White God and a demon of destruction cross paths
Location:  Near Lindblum (around Qu's Marsh?)
Date:  August 1, 1804
Warnings: Violence. Insanity?

Chaos circled in the air high above the city of Lindblum, glaring down at the metropolis. It was the place where the demon had awoken, and Chaos would have liked nothing better than to start its task by destroying the place. However, the city, while full of life, was also protected by strange things- ones that sealed away his power. The way they sealed away his power was like the protomateria that Chaos had once been trapped by, and yet different, and the demon hated the things already. The demon had gained freedom to do what it was supposed to, after so long- this opportunity could not be taken away from it. It would not let itself be sealed away again. It would have destroyed the place already, if it were not for the presence of those things. The Rooks were on the alert, and were careful to move to block him from entering the city.

Finally, the demon had grown frustrated, and had flown off away from the city. Instead, it had landed in the nearby marsh, and was destroying every living thing it could find there. The city could be taken care of later, when the weak creatures had lowered their guard. For now, it would take out its anger on the area around it, creating a truly impressive display of destruction and rage.

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[chaos-vessel.livejournal.com]

Even this tactic had failed- the shot had not missed, but it had not done the damage that Chaos had wanted or expected it to. The infernal clown was still alive, after all, even as the blood painted the side of his face into a gruesome picture. And already, the man was raising his hand to cast another spell, one that probably would not miss this time.

Yet somehow, the spell did not miss- because there was no spell from Kefka, at long last. Chaos powered forward toward Kefka, aiming to slam into the man, with his taloned hand outstretched to reach for Kefka’s heart.

[magicclown.livejournal.com]

Kefka couldn't react fast enough, the wounds on his chest and ears cause a slight weakness and sluggishness to his reflexes. The hand reached deep into Kefka's heart as a jolt of unsurpassed pain flooded him.

His head fell as he went silent, however it didn't last long, as a slow laughter came out from the clown. Weakly he stated, "I see...so Chaos truly has come? But not for that which I wished killed..." He laughed some more before looking at him and stating, "I hate prolonged speeches, so do me a favor and finish this!"

[chaos-vessel.livejournal.com]

“Die,” the demon hissed, before complying with Kefka’s request and tightening its hand, ignoring the slick blood. The demon watched dispassionately for a long moment to make sure that the mage died completely. He drew his scarlet-coated hand away from the man’s chest, letting the body drop to the middle of the area it had destroyed. Then, raggedly, even wearily, it rose into the air once more, flying away from Kefka’s corpse.

[magicclown.livejournal.com]

The life of this mad clown flashed before his very eyes, as his body fell to the ground. His breath became shallow and slow. This was something he couldn't believe, something he ignored, something he thought could never and would never happen to a entity such as himself. He...was dying.

Turning to the side, he noticed his phone managed to drop out and hit a record button. The clown made his dramatic speech (http://community.livejournal.com/mooglenet/383215.html), before his final breaths were exhausted from his body as he lay on the ground, motionless, exhausted of all life, all thought faded to black. The mad laughter had finally been put to a silence