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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At the teleportation, Chaos snarled, movements jerky with rage. It lashed out with its wings, pumping to gain height. Rage colored every movement the demon made. This mad- another mere mortal- had dared to challenge him, and he would not let the clown live. It had almost succeeded in gaining the height it wanted when the Flare was fired.

Chaos disappeared behind the explosive spell, with not even a sound from the creature. Everything was masked behind the energy of Kefka’s casting, and after several moments, the demon had still not appeared once more.

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Kefka saw the attack didn't connect and scanned everywhere for the sight of that demon. He was in pain, and the more pain he was in the more he was angry. He looked up at the heavens and shouted with all his might, "Is that it!? Is that all the mighty Chaos is!? A coward who hides in front of his maker!? Answer me you lowly creature!"

He doubled over in pain again as he grabbed a potion from his robes and began to drink it, replenishing his health.

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The Demon gave no verbal response to Kefka's shrieked insults. It did not appear before him with a snarl of anger and gun blazing, not even when Kefka began to drink the potion in order to heal his wounds. Head-on tactics are not getting the demon far in this battle, so it has decided to try something else for the moment.

Instead, Chaos is diving at Chaso from behind, streamlining itself, to attempt to escape notice until the last possible moment, fangs bared in a silent smile. As soon as it is close enough, Chaos raises the gun, and fires once more, straight at Kefka's head.

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The shot echoed firing off a round towards Kefka's head and nailing his target. But Kefka narrowly managed to escape a kill shot, but lost an ear was shot in the process. Blood dripped from the side of Kefka's head as he jumped back glaring at him in complete and utter hatred of him. The clown finally had enough and raised his hand outward and commanded loudly, "Ultima!"

However, the command had no affect as he saw nothing vaporize in his sight. The one crutch Kefka had, was lost to this.

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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.

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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!"

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“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.

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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