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                Even Gods Need Forgiveness                 
                   -by KefkaTheDemiGod-                    
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                    Prologue - The Fall                    
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Prologue - The Fall
Kefka in Equestria
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Prologue- The Fall
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“Life…Hopes…Dreams…Where do they come from…And where do they go?…Such meaningless things...I'll destroy them all!" Said the man, a monstrous mirror of his former self. Once he was quite handsome, with fair, unblemished skin(despite the face paint the wore), a remarkable build, and extravagant clothing. Now, he was something akin to an angle of judgement, six wings on his back, four feathered like an angel’s, two leathery demon wings, and purple skin. The only remnant of his former appearance was his blonde ponytail, with a single feather placed in it. He was fighting a group of heroes, ones that had opposed him at every turn. He took special precautions to break them, but somehow they overcame them. He was wounded, but refused to accept defeat from these…ants!!
”DIE!” He screamed, letting loose all his remaining power into one final magical spell, the strongest spell in existence, the Ultima spell. “Ha!~ Die like the vermin you-”He was cut off as his spell, HIS STRONGEST ATTACK, was absorbed into the sword of one of the heroes, a former associate, he dully noted in his mind, and was sent back at him, full force. With the entirety of his own power being used against him, what was left of his mind snapped. As he was disintegrated at a near atomic level, he screamed a single word, in defiance of what was done to him.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”
And then, nothing.
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Black.
That was the only way to describe the nothingness that engulfed him, the pure essence of nonexistence. He was nothing, a single insignificant speck of dust in the universe. There was nothing for him now. He was dead, his body scattered to the wind and his soul launched into the vast cosmos, no company, no anything. He had achieved his goal, his own nihilistic view that life was meaningless playing out in front of him, with nothingness being the end result. His foolish, narcissistic ideals were the reason that he was nothing, the irony not being lost on him. He wanted to destroy all things, wipe them from existence, and in the end, he was the one that was erased, cast out of reality. He laughed wildly, mocking his fate, defying it.
“You think I will give up?! I won’t let myself end! I will defy fate! I refuse to die!” The man-turned-god screamed, before letting out one final laugh, his essence rapidly fading, seemingly being pulled away.
Had anything heard, they would have thought, ‘What a sad laugh…’
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The man woke up, his head pounding, and his focus slipping away from him. He was little more than a wild animal at this point, his body being driven by instinct and his only thoughts being to follow the most abundant source of magic within his range of senses. He dully recognized two abundant sources of magic, one being darker than the vast cosmos, twisting and creeping like shadows, the other being a warm, bright, even glow, more constant than that of the sun even.
His body, moving of it’s own accord, got up, and began walking in the direction of the sources. His mind gave little thought to this, all of it’s attention focused on holding together his last strands of sanity. Instinct took over, and nothing that stood in his way was left alive.
This man, the only one of his kind in this world, this outcast from his own dimension, was on the prowl.
Kefka had arrived.