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Warning it's a yaoi

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I'm here father and I brought your favorite flowers.

Blue Roses.

It was said that Blue Roses were once a special gift from Gaia. Born from the tears of the goddess herself, as she wept for the fragile humans that she had created, as they fell prey to their demise. Due to their extraordinary healing properties, Blue Roses were once the symbol of Midgar, a city of full of hopes, promises, and dreams. But dreams are everfleating, everchanging and at times are disguised as nightmares that feeds upon your conciseness and your morals. In time these rare and delicate flowers became tainted, engineered by man and sold for profit. The sacred flowers lost all healing properties but never their beauty. And Midgar, a place where dreams and beauty once coexisted, is now covered by their blood and greed.

Blood

Greed

Loyalty

Sephiroth stared down at his late father's grave. The phrase "time heals all wounds" kept on repeating in his head, but lacked power behind the wisdom. The feeling of longing and sadness that never seemed to vanish, as the years went bye. His father, his idol, his hero was buried in one of Midgar's most prestigious graveyards. But more importantly his father was buried next to loving mother. Faremis Gast was (and still is) Midgar's greatest mafia boss. He who was not only powerful but generous, loyal, loved and feared. He never once owned a prostitute nor did he ever force anyone to become one; he fought for the innocent, fought against unethical violence, and dishonorable businesses practices. And instead preached about love and family. Yet he was betrayed by the very man he considered as a friend and a brother. Hojo, and with the help of the Shinra Corporation, not only did they rob Gast of his life, but of his power and some of his his money too. Leaving Sephiroth, the rightful heir to the Gast Empire, struggling to collect the shattered pieces of what was once his father's legacy.

Blood

Blood

Pain

Kill

"He was a great man Sephiroth." Vincent Valentine said as he placed a single blue rose on the large grave. Vincent was Gast's close friend and right-hand man, and since his untimely death, Vincent abandoned his title as a Turk and took on the role as Sephiroth's father, raising the boy as his own son and teaching him the ways of the world.

"He still is Vince and I just can't forgive them." Sephiroth sighed as he ran his hands through is long, flowing, moonlight colored hair. He had to control that voice.

Never forget.

The pain.

Vincent placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "We will have our revenge," he spoke in a hushed tone, soothing his adopted son, the man he so loving raised. "We'll never let them win."

"Yes," Sephiroth agreed. "I will not stop, not even if I have to become the devil himself."

Father please guide me.