... oh -Angeal- (it's seems this is a fic to say that phrase)
Live or die, he's certainly thrown some huge wrenches into the works. There is a slightly brain breaking image of poor Cloud wishing for some pancakes and Seph-dragon storming the village and demanding this for his sacrifice, because *he* certainly can't make them. (Yet... and the image of a flapjack flipping dragon is also now in my head...)
I demand pancakes! Or I will kill you all!
And I do feel sad for the dragon. He's finally gotten what he's been *promised* and it's just not going the way he thought it would!