Azeral suddenly clutched his chest, collasping to the stone floor, his eyes wide in horror. A sharp-sharp pain had pierced his heart and something was screaming in his entire being that something was wrong.
"What's the matter dear...?" Ursula cooed swimming around him, her tentacles moving like the bottom of a strange dress.
"Something's...Not right...!" Azeral gasped. "It's...Hiki....! I have to-!" He started.
"Go to her? What for? She cannot heal your pain, nor can she help you to forget it. She isn't the one you wish for my Angel of Death..." Ursula coaxed. "She's just a byproduct of the Soul of the Keyblade...You know that...If you go...I'll be forced to move on. Oh well! Maybe someone else will want what I've prepared for you...Prehaps someone requires some help around their coral reefs..."
Suddenly Azeral grabbed one of Ursula's tentacles, his grasp was desperate and Ursula could tell.
"NO! No...No one else...Will have what I desire...I know Hiki isn't her...I know! Please Ursula...Finish what you've started..." Azeral said in defeat. "I want this...Please..."
Ursula smiled evily.
"Very well my poor unfortunate soul," Ursula chuckled.
Just then Flotsam and Jetsam entered with a glowing white orb floating between them. Azeral gazed at it. It seemed...Almost familar to him. Too familar.
"Ah, my babies...!" Ursula exclaimed swimming over to them. "You've done well my pets...Very well!" She added scooping the white orb into a glass sphere she quickly plucked off of one of her many shelves. "This is the last piece...Now Azeral may may what he desires...."
Ursula then swam over to her cauldron and raised the sphere high above her head. Azeral stood and watched her in silence.
"It is time m'boy...Let the end of your pain begin and the beginning of your dreams be summoned," Ursula said. "Forces of darkness and the soul of the Light...Hear my words and answer this plight...Come in flesh to grace this existance once more...Denounce the purpose you were born for...Reject the nature of the elements, of the sea...Hear this lost broken soul and listen to me!!" She chanted in a singing voice, breaking the orb on the edge of the cauldron, causing it to fly around Azeral. "Now name your desires and let them be free!"
Azeral watched in fright and amazement as the orb circled him, leaving trails of sparkling light. It lightly touched his skin, leaving it feeling warm, yet cool at the same time. Droplets of light fell upon him, illuminating his entire being.
Azeral stared at the orb and slowly it began to change. An elegant hand formed, stroking him lightly with it's fingertips, a fleeting touch as it circled him. Then to Azeral's disbelief it was an entire girl with flowing hair, made of light before him.
She was too bright to make out entirely but when Azeral saw her face he insantly knew.
Hiki...No...Azeral thought rapidly.
"Kiha..." He breathed in disbelief and wonder.
The figure of light bowed it's head and suddenly began to withdraw from around Azeral. Azeral reached out, trying to grab it's hand, but it was too quick. It flew above the pot and instantly there was a blinding burst of light.
When it faded the light absorbed into the cauldron and then...There was nothing.
"What...?! Ursula if you've desceived me...!!!" Azeral started.
"Paitence m'boy...Watch," Ursula cooed motioning to the pot.
Slowly but surely, something was emerging from the liquid. The liquid turned black, the same shade as Azeral's innards and it began to swirl. Slowly, but surely a figure rose up out of the mass and stepped out over the rim and onto the stone floor.
Large yellowish-gold eyes burned like suns and dark opaque skin glistened. AntiKiha, the darkness which had once emerged from Hallow Bastion and fought the Soul of the Keyblade, Kiha, had been reborn.
"W...What is this...?!" Azeral demanded. "This isn't Kiha! Ursula you flithy lying sea hag...! I want Kiha! Not some...Imitation!!"
"But this is your precious Kiha...The best suited part of her for you my dear," Ursula cooed swimming behind the girl made of shadows. "She is made from the darkness...The very same darkness as you. This way your father cannot deny you your Kiha." Ursula added. "The spell does not lie Azeral...She is what will fullfill your desires...Let me convince you by letting you take her hand..."
Ursula held out the AntiKiha's hand and Azeral glimpsed at it. Was Ursula right? Could this version of Kiha be meant for him?
Azeral slowly reached out and took ahold of it's hand. A shocking coolness swept through Azeral and to his very soul. The AntiKiha's black tuff-wings twitched and it walked towards him.
It placed it's head upon Azeral's shoulder and Azeral was too shocked to pull away...Even so he found he couldn't. He stared at the Kiha look-a-like and felt himself drift into nothingness.
He could no longer feel any pain or had any worries. His eyes became dim and as if in a trance. Ursula watched with satisfaction. Everything that had been planned was falling right into place.
"Kiha..." Azeral breathed hugging the girl of darkness.
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Meanwhile Hiki lay as still as death upon the sandy ocean floor. The Heartless swam around her and were unsure what to next. Ansem watched both spectacles of his son and the Avatar take their effect.
"Perfect...So utterly perfect...Now that they are taken care of...I can move on with other things," Ansem chuckled, summoning an orb that displayed Riku. "Ah...The bitter one...You shall play a fine role in my game. The forgotten friend...I haven't forgotten you...Oh no...Let us begin with your reintroduction...."
Ansem let out a long dark laugh and smiled evily. Everything was falling so easily into place. Soon...He'd have what he desired as well.
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