Darkness Cometh
| Darkness Cometh | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 30 March 2013 |
| Location: | Stolen Airship |
| Synopsis: | The Darkness hungers and it must be at times kept well fed. |
| Cast of Characters: | Dark Knight |
The stolen airship flies high in the sky above the World of Ruin. The propellers moving it across the cloudy sky with the terrain far below. Out in the distance coming closer and closer was the coastline of the continent and the ocean beyond.
A few of the original passengers were still on-board. Frightened and cuddled in their corners. They were being kept in the lower section of holding on the airship. Meant more for cargo then for people. Soldiers walked the airship, from hall to hall. Starboard to bow. Moving from place to place making sure no stowaways got on while they were docked in Fluorgis.
Some of these men seemed perfectly human, others who had glowing red eyes. Those red eyes seeking things that can not be seen by the normal perspective. Like the creature of darkness with their gold eyes, known as Heartless. Yet all of them shared something in common. All of them wore black plated armor with no markings on them at all that could be seen.
One of the soldiers however was not roaming the halls. Instead he was heading for one of the cabin rooms on the Airship. As he approached the door he stood up straight as he could before knocking on the door. He waited a bit then proceeded to enter the room.
Sitting in a chair was the Dark Knight writing in a journal of some kind on the small wooden desk. The helm slowly rose up as those red eyes pierced into the other soldier's own. The two looked at one another before the soldier bowed with respect. "Sir, we are over the ocean, we should be landing to our next destination soon."
The Dark Knight stares for a moment longer before he sits up straight, then he reaches over to place the pen back into the well. “Very well.” The he closes the book. Once the cover shuts there was a flicker of dark energy over the book before it seems to vanish. "Bring me up three individuals from holding.. the others can be given out to whomever wishes for them."
The Soldier gives another bow. A much lower one this time. "As you command sir." He then turns about face and proceeds back out the door, closing it behind him.
The Dark Knight rises up and takes the book into hand. He holds it for a moment, His eyes skimming over the leather bound surface, before he connects it to a black chain on the back of his armor. Once connected the chain then flickers with dark energy for a moment and the book seems to vanish from where it was.
After a few minutes pass the same soldier returns with three individuals. An elderly man, and two women. The Dark Knight stares at three brought before him and waits for the soldier to close the door once more.
The dark mist slides down his armor as he walks toward the three. The mist covering over the dark wooden floor with each step he takes. The dark tendrils then extend out from the mist, forcing the three with their arms bound onto their very knees.
With those calm methodical steps he walks ever closer. The Dark Knight looks down upon each of them with his red gaze. His eyes drifting to each one with careful inspection. "Your hearts are so weak." The Dark Knight says calmly. "Typical of commoners who fear the dark." He then extends out his hand. The claw tip moving under the woman's chin. "Not strong enough to handle the darkness."
The elderly man then speaks up. "Whatever it is you want. Leave those two out of this! Let them go!"
Those red eyes then gaze upon the old man, he stares at him for a long time before he tilts his head. "To let them go now, would be to offer them to a future far worse. No. What I grant you is a swift mercy from the future to come." The Dark Knight then extends out his hand. The darkness around the old man lifts him up into the air. Holding him there with simple ease.
Those red eyes then slowly gain a predator look into them, even if the calm composure remains. The Dark Knight's hand slithers with the dark mist before he suddenly slams it forward toward the man’s chest. When it impacts with the man's body, it takes on an almost ghostly image. The Dark Knight then pulls back his hand out of the chest with a crystal like heart resting in his clawed finger tips.
As the old man's body drops to the ground. The Dark Knight's hand clenches around the heart. The darkness over his hand swarms around the crystal heart, before the light is suddenly gone and when the darkness retracts, that crystal heart is no more.
His red gaze shift over to the two women who are now trying to get away, almost screaming. Trying to break free with all there might from the binds that hold them. One of them pegging with tears in her eyes to be released. That she do anything.
Yet the Dark Knight continues to show no emotion. Both of his hands extend out for them like he did the old man, repeating the same actions. Though as the darkness in his hands consumes the hearts of the two woman, allowing their bodies to fall limp to the floor. The old man's body starts to become black and starts to morph into a Heartless.
When those gold eyes snap open from the Heartless, who looks directly up at the Dark Knight. The Dark Knight does not even look back. Focused on the door. The Heartless leaps forward, going for his hands, yet as soon as it gets close enough. The dark tendrils from the mist slash outward, cutting the Heartless into piece of dark mist. The Dark Knight never looking away from the door, yet slowly then his eyes drift down to the two woman on the floor, as they too start to become heartless. And soon in the shadows of the candle light, these heartless suffer the same fate with quick blows, before the final sweep of the dark mist blows out the very candle casting the room in light.
