Title: The Devil’s Thrill
Fandom: Star ocean: Till the end of time
Author: Gothatheartholo
Pairing: LutherxFayt
Rating: T at the moment
Spoilers (if applicable): Ending? Sort of.
Disclaimer: I don’t own it.
Warnings: Major Angst. Darkness.
Summary: This is sort of Au, and I’m going to insert a huge plot twist that will make this couple work. This takes place directly at the end of So3, where everyone faces Luther. This is also a vignette series.

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Chapter 01: Life

They were close to defeating Luther, fighting and giving their best, but Luther had somehow stopped them, blasting each and everyone of them away from him. Nel and Albel had been smashed against the nearest wall of golden clocks; Cliff and Maria had struggled to get up from the floor; Roger and Mirage had attempted to attack Luther while the Creator pulled himself back and used his other spells to destroy them all.

Fayt and Sophia-- they had stood back as well, trying to heal them.

But it was too late; the timing was off, and everyone was suffering. Fayt and Sophia were panting, sweat dripping down the sides of their faces. Their energies were running out, and the materials they had used to keep them alive were almost gone as well. The best friends watched in horror as each of their friends began to disappear, as though they were really nothing more than data in Luther’s Workspace.

Luther won; there was no denying it.

Sophia tripped, landing on the floor unceremoniously. Large grey eyes stared at the hovering God in fear, and a gasp escaped her throat. “No…” she muttered in denial, holding her head. “Nononononono!” She cried, tears falling down her cheeks, and she cried not because she was weak, but to somehow ease the grief of her fallen companions.

“Sophia!” Fayt shouted desperately; he used the last bits of his powers, his magic in thunder, to distract Luther away from her. Electricity sparked around Luther, making the God stagger in midair, but that was not enough to deter him from his mission. He murmured a few words, and Sophia choked, holding her neck, and eyes widening in pain. What was Luther doing, they did not know, but it hurt so much.

Fayt could see the bits of her, falling apart, but not like the gruesome horrors where a knife was used to chop off the victim’s arms and legs-- this was worse; she began to disappear like her other friends.

Fayt was alone, completely alone, facing Luther. Could he defeat their Creator on his own? His belief in gaining his own life, his belief that they were the same as Luther’s world and his beings, had told him that yes, he could defeat God. After all, wasn’t he the Embodiment of Destruction?

“Admit it,” Luther whispered hoarsely, hovering over Fayt, his large wings flapping. “Submit like the Data that you really are. All your friends are gone; why bother fighting me?”

“Delete me, then!” Fayt lied, feeling rebellious. Funny, God’s creatures rebelling against him. Would that make him and his friends, the Devils then? I have nothing left, nothing, nothing, nothing. He took everything-- He choked, feeling the same sensation as his best friend had felt a few seconds ago. Then it stopped, and he gasped again, finding himself floating in midair.

“I will delete the Eternal Sphere,” Luther muttered darkly. He let his wings vanish and he stood on the ground. Fayt collapsed to his knees, staring at Luther blankly. “But I will also figure out how some things like you were able to go to our world.” He seemed calmer now, not really as insane-sounding as before, but Fayt couldn’t trust him. “So, I will have to keep you for further observation.”

What?

“Why!” Fayt yelled, looking around for an escape. He felt like coward, but he couldn’t help it. Life was too precious, even if he and his people meant little to Luther. “I thought you didn’t like us being there! And what about Blair!”

The Creator’s sister revealed herself from the sidelines, gazing at Fayt and Luther in disbelief. “Luther, how could you? You still don’t get it!” The Creator snarled, the same sinful wrath reached his blue eyes again, and the other occupants of the area had to back up in fear once more. “Why are you still doing this? Don’t you realize that they have a life of their own?”

“You said those words to me a few hours ago,” Luther snapped, one of his hands curling into a fist. “They mean nothing. They’re really just a game! But I will take it upon myself to study Fayt and understand the complexities of him in order to avoid future bugs and viruses in my next project of Sphere.”

“You’re insane!” Fayt shouted, having an urge to laugh at the irony of it all. He felt delirious, knowing that no matter what Luther did, his future creations would always turn against him, because that’s how it worked. Luther would give them life, obviously underestimating them again, and then the mistakes of the past would repeat itself. Fayt released the nearly insane laugh that he had kept inside of him, shouting, “Our God is not perfect after all!”

Luther leaned down, glaring at Fayt in dislike. He grasped a part of Fayt’s clothing, forcing the blue-haired boy to rise on his feet. Luther cupped Fayt’s face and tilted it to the side; then he murmured, “Who is more insane? The Creator who tries to do what he thinks is right?” Their faces were so close now; Fayt could feel Luther’s breath on his lips. “Or his creations who came up with a ludicrous notion of rebelling against him?”

Fayt didn’t answer; he kept panting. What was Luther going to do?

“Answer me!” Luther shouted, shaking the blue-haired Savior. “Ha, it doesn’t matter. The rest of the Eternal Sphere is going to be destroyed. You’re mine now.” He pressed his lips against Fayt’s, and the other boy was so startled that he didn’t retaliate. Luther pulled back and continued, “Remember that and keep that in mind. Resistance is futile.”

He turned away, heading towards the large computer, where he could configure all the things related to the Eternal Sphere itself. Blair had sneaked off, already hatching a plan to stop him, and Fayt-- what could he do? He was watching Luther with the same expression of disillusionment, but he realized that after a few moments of thinking, that the kiss was not something sick or even affectionate that Luther had showed, it was…

A kiss of death.

TBC.

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A/N: I will try my best to keep this in vignettes. I can’t afford to write long one shots fics or long chapters. X.x