To the original Caius x Lightning fan club !
Claire "Lightning" Farron and Caius Ballad are warriors. In FINAL FANTASY XIII-2, they endlessly warred in Valhalla, a netherworld where time, life, and death hold no meaning, and where chaos reigns. Now, in LIGHTNING RETURNS, she has been tasked with resolving their rivalry... and saving him, as requested by his eternal charge, Yeul.
We see them a few times at war in both FINAL FANTASY XIII-2 and the downloadable scenario REQUIEM OF THE GODDESS. We know what happens at those moments, those flashes of time in a timeless world. But what about between those moments, or their meeting in the world he brought into being? Was it a meeting of circumstance? Or predestined before the world was even born?
Those are the questions we intend to answer. Those are the questions we intend to explore. These are the lives we intend to examine. Caius and Lightning are different, but not completely so. They are imperfect, but they can become complementary halves of a single whole.
Our challenge is to discover how.
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Lady of LifeAU - Lady of LifeLady of Life by FantasyWriting1
"My heart has gone astray without you, my love."
He never did this. He never laid a finger upon the precious maiden that cherished life with her heart. She was so alluring, so tempting that the day had finally come when he did what he desired. Those beautiful blue eyes of hers always seemed to hold mysteries that she held to herself, enigmas that only she knew and witnessed. He loved her, and the day had finally come where he could see her so close, so undeniably close, kneeling beside the lovely woman.
Her dress was vibrant, white and shimmering as she lay in a peaceful slumber upon the meadow laden with daisies and life. However, the atmosphere seemed to dim the moment his presence had come. The azure skies became grey as clouds blocked out the dazzling light of the sun. As he caressed her cheeks with little pressure, knowing well his actions were forbidden, he looked away in guilt.
As he anticipated, her skin was tender and frail, but also warm and
SamsaraSamsaraSamsara by FantasyWriting1
There was no sun or pinch of radiation and brilliance in sight to alert any hope to the lifeless inhabitants of the remnants of an age-old world. Dark masses of misery, regret and longing clumped into a huge bundle of darkness slithering here and there in and out of sight, whatever laying beyond its strange power left unanswered to those that stayed behind, only one being could vaguely be made out of the very thick buildup of it.
Nothing but thought. Nothing but the very teeniest feeling of regret slipping into his heart as he made no noise or single movement, but simply let the Chaos work its magic on him. No purpose to live or die anymore. No hope, sadness or anger to drive his heart to limits for the sake of another breathing individual.
Nothing. No life or death, for all that called out to him was the struggling spot between those two; oblivion. The fate of all things, himself included. He never knew what it was worth to endure.
Passion — a strongly determined flame i
Unjust Destiny - Part 11 ~ His Guiding LightUnjust Destiny - Part 1 by FantasyWriting1
The eerie feeling of meaningless life and death emitted from the very core of Valhalla—Etro's shrine to be precise. The very familiar scent of death and faint whispers of the deceased came back to haunt the sole Guardian of the seeress, most likely here to do things that had already been done long ago.
Fate. It was something the gods liked to use as tools to play with humans to force them to accomplish deeds. The gods could never read their hearts like an open book with obvious words of suffering and enduring. Caius could never bring himself to admit it—the one thing he loathed more to death than Etro herself was fate. Destiny was a curse, never even close to being deemed a hopeful blessing. For numerous centuries he endeavored through bloodshed, trying to contain the powerful passion growing and growing with each death of a beloved seeress.
And the fate of fighting an eternally looped battle involving futile harm of ugly cuts, grim wounds of all sizes
Echoes of Etro 3The light faded just enough to make out a form. Gleaming metal wrapped itself around a winged being shaded in fiery reds and oranges, tipped with white at the edges and on its avian-like face. It seemed to create its own light. The fal'Cie shrieked, seeming to stare through Lightning as she stared back, mouth slightly open in shock.Echoes of Etro 3 by RuneFencer
"I thought that the fal'Cie were-"
Caius interrupted. "Not that one, it appears." He wrapped what was left of his chaosflame around himself and vanished from sight, leaving Lightning completely alone.
Lightning was less than surprised, and she mumbled a few choice words, never taking her eyes off the thing in front of her. What a coward, she thought.
"I'm no slave of the fal'Cie." she said loudly, sliding into a defensive stance. "You're supposed to be dead!" She knew this one. She'd seen it before, though only for a moment.
Phoenix responded only with light. Light was its nature, after all. It shrieked at Lightning, casting out a wave of brilliance that ma
The End of Hearts in ChaosNow that Hearts in Chaos has ended (and I will post the final chapter later today), I wanted to give a bit of an update. I'm working rather feverishly and excitedly on my LR story and am twenty pages into it. There's still more to fill in, as well, so by the time it's released, several chapters will have been written and more will come. As with DoT and HiC, a more polished version will be on FF.Net... but unlike those two stories, besides the prologue chapter, all of the chapters will be on FF.Net. I have several reasons for doing this, but one of them is that the story is going to be so long and involve so much of what I love to write so I feel it should be somewhere it can be properly read without people have to jump back and forth between different pieces just to keep reading it. It's going to be emotionally involving, too, so I hope everyone understands. I only hope I won't disappoint any of you.The End of Hearts in Chaos by GenesisArclite
An ensemble cast will be at the core of the
LRFFXIIII couldn't resist, okay? I got the game and played some of it during my free time and I'm currently on Day Seven.LRFFXIII by MaraudingSeveritus
Right now, I'm a bit sad, disappointed, frustrated and angry.
I just managed to defeat Caius after three tries (holy genie, his attacks are like tantrums, I swear. I was promptly left with only one phoenix down while he took away seven hi-potions and the other phoenix down) BUT THE SCENE AFTER THE BATTLE--
I knew it was bound to happen. I knew he couldn't be saved, but god freaking damn it, I wanted to save him more than anyone else. "She is but a child. And a child needs to be looked after. Especially when she is doomed to stay in the Chaos." CAIUS, NO, KEEP YOUR DADDY INSTINCTS AT BAY I-- -falls down and weeps-
I'm not gonna lie. I legitimately cried tears of frustration but in the end I had to accept that his soul cannot be liberated.
I always knew there would be no happy ending for him and Lightning, but my heart still pleads for them t
LRFFXIII In-Game Screenshots + Stupid CommentsI managed to salvage all these screenshots I got using the Outerworld services from my Twitter. -lol-LRFFXIII In-Game Screenshots + Stupid Comments by MaraudingSeveritus
I'm going to post them over here just because I can. :L
And also to provide myself and some people some amusement.
Hello, Hope. You're a child again. Congrats on the eternal youth.
Hello, mini-Serah-lookalike that keeps appearing throughout the game. You're not allowed in this place.
"Here. Let me just flip my hair seductively--"
"Look at all these rose petals (minus the shoujo sparkles because admit it, I'm a bishoujo) surrounding my amazing physique. Bow down before the Saviour."
The things you have to bloody do as the Saviour just to obtain a stupid dress.
OH MY FRICK. SNOW, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--!
OKAY, OKAY, I GET IT. THE FUN AND GAMES ARE OVER. CAN WE PLEASE SKIP THE HEART ACHE?! I CAN'T HANDLE H
On Caius BalladI've been thinking about this subject for a while - how to word it, how long it should be, how many reasons I can come up with - and finally decided to just take the plunge and find out what I can cough up. Life's gotten better, much less stressful, and I'm able to dream again about the things I want to do in life now that some more immediate crises have been taken care of. So, here I am, wasting a little time writing this up, not trying to change any minds or turn any worlds upside down (but if I do, hey, that's cool too) and relax a little before I go off to do some actual work.On Caius Ballad by GenesisArclite
Caius is different. Completely different. A lot of people say he's a purple Sephiroth, or that he's just like Kefka, or Kuja, or whatever. I disagree. He's unique in my eyes, unique within at least the majority of the FF games that I have seen, played, or read about. Vanille used to be my favorite character from the Final Fantasy XIII trilogy, but come Lightning Returns, Caius has become my
Dance to the DeathHeels clicking against the stone floor, pulse pounding in her head, the young warrior made her way down the corridor to the doors which held her fate. Columns of grey marble glowed in the moonlight that streamed in from the scattered skylights above her, casting eerie shadows around her. The corridor opened before her like a creature's gaping maw, its columns its teeth, threatening to devour her. Every instinct told her to turn and run, but she knew if she did, the guards would retrieve her and drag her back. So she pressed on.Dance to the Death by ReflectTheLight
Her white silken gown swished around her body as she moved, the loose fabric around her bust drawing together into a bodice decorated with delicate embroidery and beading before giving way to the skirt that brushed against her legs and the weapons she had secretly strapped to her legs. Gossamer fabric covered her shoulders before bunching above her elbows and falling to her wrists. It was a gown fit for a goddess, and within the hour, it would accompany her to t
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