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The sword entered his chest cleanly, easily cutting through the leather that served as nothing more than clothing. He could feel the mechanism of the fusion blade buzz as the metal sheets twisted between his ribs, slicing into his heart.

Dying was always one of the most puzzling experiences Sephiroth had ever experienced. It wasn't as painful as he had initially thought it would be- he had gone through much more painful things in Hojo's labs as a child. Nor did the finality of the act ever affect him as it did anyone else- he had never felt true love, affection; he had never been attached to a person enough to care for their inevitable disappearance.

That Sephiroth never died in the true sense of the world only helped to insure its meaningless to him. It was almost childish.

"I will never be a memory." Sephiroth spoke clearly his tone unchanged by the searing pain and blackness quickly overcoming his body. It was in his last moments that he felt shock to see emotion in his nemesis's eyes, he couldn't identify it only notice it in its rawest form.

Green met blue as the world faded away.

But the illusion of death never lasted for long, Sephiroth wouldn't let himself fade, would let himself be absorbed by the strings of lifestream that encircled the planet in a warm, pure embrace. Instead he fought vividly, imagining a body that wasn't there separating his being from the mass of harmony- at the cost of individuality.

"Sleep." The word seemed to echo from all around him, green tendrils reaching out from the fluid mass and twirling around his conjured body pulling on his limbs insistently as if asking him to let go.

But still he refused to give in his will staying strong, he would not give in and let himself become an inconsequential atom in the everlasting mass of life. In his hand was the illusion of Masamune, even in the afterlife the sword was still a constant companion to him.

In a single and fluid motion he cut himself free of the strands of lifestream, the sliver-green threads dropping from his limbs like dead weeds clinging to cloth. He felt himself begin to drift as the last thing that planted him to the world was broken free.

Gaia was resilient however and a large mass of lifestream reached out and enveloped the silver haired man in a suffocating hold rendering him immobile.

"Repent." The threads whispered constantly moving, the planet was never still as was the lifestream and the constant swishing of the threads was almost soothing. He snapped his head away from that thought as soon as it entered his mind.

"Repent."The planet chanted only this time the whispered words where different, echoing off each strand and repeating leaving Sephiroth deathened. He could feel the power stirring within the lifestream as the word began to gather more power.

It only grew louder and louder, the power behind the strings buzzing with built up tension. He felt his eyes widening as something seemed to snap.

The tension proved too much as a strand of life stream snapped and as if in slow motion the silvery thread drifted towards him, the originally glowing strand dimming with each prolonged second. It was only as the tendril brushed against his arm that his surroundings exploded, breaching his mental barriers and sending him into a world of white.

"Repent."


A/N: I have a feeling these chapters are going to get shorter before they get longer.

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