The Witch, Edea
by Ben B
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The execution of a Galbadian resistance leader from four very different perspectives (Seifer, Edea, the resistance leader himself, then finally…Ultimecia inside Edea’s body)
 

Hours before Edea’s coronation ceremony…

 
Fithos…
The man was frightened of her; it pleased her, for she was fear…
He simply understood her, or understood what little a mere mortal could understand of a transcendent being such as herself.
She regarded the man with unshielded disdain, as if she were a house cat unwilling to sully a claw with the blood of a lowly rodent.
It was fitting of a sorceress, of my sorceress…
I watched as she glanced across his face, only momentarily, only long enough to savor his fear.
Then she spoke…
“You come before the siren witch of your nightmares to beg forgiveness.”
It was not a question; she knew exactly why the quavering man had fallen to his knees before her. The guards had bruised him, one of his eyes looked glassy and I after a while I realized he was probably blind in it. I knew that he was a resistance leader, I knew his fate but something about him felt…out of place. Her voice was cold yet musical; I held back the chill that ran down my spine. Somehow I knew that that voice was wrong but she was my charge and I, her valiant knight.
The man held his head low, refusing to look into her eyes. He knew…
“I am the sorceress of legend…the witch…Edea…the successor of the darkness and lord of Galbadia. Still, you deny me. You insects deny my future, knowing that I am your goddess of deliverance.”
I winced. What cruel pleasure did she take from the destruction of lesser men, of human filth? What darkness stirred beneath the surface of her mind? It was as if she herself had seen the future and knew what ruination lay in wait. Yet still, I was her knight, unmoving and unfeeling. I was her knight.
“You are no lord of Galbadia, WITCH!” the man shouted.
From somewhere under his shirt, the man withdrew a knife.
For a moment, I considered letting him kill her…
The witch…
Edea…
 
Lusec…
They have feared her since before I was a thought…
Yet know that I am a memory, her influence lives through me…
It is poetic, the destruction that I am visiting upon the world of the children I love so much. It is even more so because my body will continue to commit these atrocities, until they end it.
I have sacrificed everything for you, my dear Ellone…but still your future is as uncertain as my own as we suffer the reign of a ghost not yet born.
If she succeeds, we shall meet again, but in what perverse reality?
And her knight.
Her gallant, chivalrous knight of death whose tender soul shall guide us into oblivion. I fear for him above all, who falls so easily under her enchantment and allows himself to be guided by her words.
Seifer, my lovely boy…how long has it been since you have worn that scar?
That scar upon your body that will not let your heart be healed.
Many will fall before his blade in the name of a lost matron and perhaps these wrongs will never be righted, but I will pray for you above all. You who have lost your way among the heavens.
I will pray for the knight who desecrates himself.
In the name of the witch…
Edea…
 
Wecos…
For years I have fought to avert this tragedy, the coronation of a filthy sorceress to the galbadian throne.
So many have died to see that this foul future never occurred, and yet still her she is before me…so audacious as to think herself a ruler.
And the boy who stands at her side, a useless puppet, a foolish child with illusions of grandeur. I wonder how long she will keep him alive but it no longer concerns me because I have one last card to play.
I know my fate already, it has been painted thus from the first day I joined the rebellion against the witch. That one day, I would…be here, in front of the witch herself. It is my destiny; the culmination of my life’s potential is in this moment.
I hope that my wife and child are safe, that when my wife gives birth to my second son that she will tell him that I love him. I find myself praying that they haven’t harmed them, that they haven’t found them yet, and that they are safe. I no longer hope for my own well being, I know what will soon occur.
“You come before the siren witch of your nightmares to beg forgiveness.”
For a moment I nearly laughed. The grim reality of my situation rode the edges of her cold words and I think to myself that I would gladly cut out her tongue. I remain silent though, looking down towards the marbled floor where my blurry reflection meets me. During my capture, hours ago, I had taken a sharp blow to the head. Now I realize that I had lost most my eyesight, another laugh almost finds its way to my lips. Do most dead men laugh so much?
“I am the sorceress of legend…the witch…Edea…the successor of the darkness and lord of Galbadia. Still, you deny me. You insects deny my future, knowing that I am your goddess of deliverance.”
Who does she think she is?
My ruler?
My god?
I have no time left on this earth, no more summer days with my wife, no more cold nights drinking with friends and no more cursing the witch’s name.
I have no time left for choices, I have only action.
I have only now.
“You are no lord of Galbadia, WITCH!”
I scream.
I draw the knife I had clutched to my chest while the guards bet me, the knife that could have saved my sight but instead I chose to conceal.
I draw the knife that will be my final companion in the fight against the sorceress.
I draw the knife that will be my quick execution.
I draw the knife, knowing it will never taste her flesh…
The flesh of the witch…
Edea…
 
Vinosec…
Worms…
Foolish, pathetic worms…
Oh how they praise me, oh how they celebrate my coming, knowing that I will crush them underneath my soles.
They will die, and I will live.
Even if they destroy this walking corpse they so ignorantly worship, they so rightfully fear…I will succeed time and space and I will be everlasting.
My power is eternal, even if this form is not…but how could mere humans, disgusting lowly humans understand my being?
Worthless creatures…
Even my knight.
The ignorant champion of my cause, the unwavering sword which wields itself in the witch’s name, Seifer.
A creature so blind that he has abandoned all morality to walk by the side of the sorceress.
The one who she calls her ‘lovely’ boy, the one who’s voice echoes inside of me like and haunts my thoughts like a shadow. The one who raised merciless killers with love and understanding, the one who willing submitted her consciousness to the darkness to protect another. Such a fool, the one whose body I adorn…
Yet, the purpose is served and in her form I will ascend to the pinnacle of existence and abandon this flesh.
Even if the worms stand in my way…
“You come before the siren witch of your nightmares to beg forgiveness.”
Disgust, I can feel it welling up inside of me always. These spineless beings cover before me and they praise their conqueror. Soon I will destroy them, all of them, I will change destiny.
The man looked unaffected, unafraid of the words. Perhaps he has already accepted the terms of his demise. Perhaps he is one worthy of a death by the hands of a divinity.
“I am the sorceress of legend…the witch…Edea…the successor of the darkness and lord of Galbadia. Still, you deny me. You insects deny my future, knowing that I am your goddess of deliverance.”
I can feel the emotion swirling in his form. I can tell that he is preparing to stake everything on one final gambit.
In that instance I can read his being like a child’s book.
His family, his love, his passion, his rage…his life…
And for a moment, I’m almost sad to have to end the life of such a being.
But sadness is one of their emotions, and I have long stopped being mortal.
As he drew the knife, I simply raised a hand towards him and brought forth the power lying dormant in the body of the witch.
I can hear her soul screaming as I draw from its essence, and I can feel her body attempt to shudder but stifle its reaction under my will.
Cold energy gathers in the marionette’s hand and a moment later, it is driven forward by the mere force of my authority.
The man’s body falls limply to the ground only seconds later, followed by the clang of the knife as it followed its master.
I can feel the witch’s anguish…
Hear her screams…
I can feel the delicious pain of the witch…
Edea.
that’s all there is, and all there was.