#chereceles

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-On this auspicious day, Terra has gotten her hands on something that reeks of “Setzer breath,” by her estimation.  On this day, she is going to drink it.-

     When one had a lot of time on their hands, they sink to depravity, and listlessness.  So, what happens when one has an eternity to contemplate how useless existence was?  One could say regrets, even anger.  There was plenty for the painted madman who ascended to godhood to regret.  The first was not finishing the job in the colliery mines of Narshe.  

[Ambience: The Evil One]

    No.

     The plan was perfect---absolutely perfect.  Reclaim his most prized doll, and allow her to wreak havoc upon those who dared challenge him.  This would show them that his reign over the world would go unchallenged.  What Kefka had not counted on was the ethereal instability since he claimed the power of the Warring Triad to open ethereal tears to other worlds.

    No no no...!

     He was thwarted by the man with a scar on his face, and his friends from the other world.  He---along with that “pinhead” Locke were able to steal his precious doll yet again from his clutches.  Kefka refused to stand for that, which attributed to his current train of thought.

     No!  NO!  “NO!”

     That last “No” was spoken dialogue, and it echoed in the chamber.  Fingers curled onto his palms, drawing blood as Kefka seethed with rage.  So be it; if the do-gooders of his world would recruit champions from other realms, then he would bring others under the banner of chaos.  If they refused, then he would simply destroy them, just like everyone else that crossed his path.  They would all meet the same fate as Leo, and as Gestahl.  None would escape the God of Magic’s wrath.   The question was, who would he choose?  A thought that was lost in his growing tantrum.

     “She was mine.  She was mine!  How dare they make a mockery of me!  I will show them just who is in charge.  The laughing is going to stop.  Because now we’re going to play by my rules.”  The anger at last began to subside, and there it was again---the sadistic smile that had one voice only: to destroy everything.  All that was left was Kefka’s simper as he vanished to find his next target.

     “Heh...heh...heh.”     ~

OoC Addendum under the cut:

|| continued from here.

     Celes’s reprisal was just as he predicted.  Gods, he loved that reaction.  It was the same base fear that everyone who had come to know him held, though it creeped up at irregular intervals.  Now, without the shackles of Gestahl, Kefka could do what he want, when he wanted.  Right now, he wanted to deliver a clear message about what he intended to do in the coming days. 

[Ambience: Catastrophe]

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