Disclaimer: I don't own, Square Enix does.
Warning: angst?
AN: I thought Jenova had her own reasons. Can be considered a sequel to Nightmare. Birthday fic for Maldy, beta by Andrannath aka. icelady, the title was snatched with written permission from the lovely brushfiretiger at LJ.
It's no matter how they resist, how much they fight, ma poisonous web of sweet little lies and intoxicating promises finally capture all those who can hear me. My voice is the siren's call, guiding them to destroy and be destroyed in my name, my precious chosen ones. The ones I entrusted with the sacred mission of purifying this place.
Oh, how it burns! It makes me sick to see them, these despicable, lowly humans living on the Planet like some kind of disgusting virus greedily consuming it! This distorted race that have abandoned the Way our ancestors protected with blood for so long...
A chance to travel the skies freely, always moving on, always exploring, getting to know and then letting it go just to follow the route of the stars and bask in the glory of the Heavens.
I just can't watch them, this shameless desecration that makes my blood run cold with fury.
How dare they? Thanks to them, this Planet is now tainted, rotten to the core, irreversibly, utterly corrupted. How dare they break the crown of the Heavens, a precious stone embedded in the dark, ethereal tiara?
I've waited so long to strike down these blasphemers.
Fools. In their eternal search for power creating the perfect tools for their own destruction. Pretentious clowns forgetting about wisdom and honor to bring closer the end of their world… They must all die, be gone forever so that I can finally breathe again…
"Mother…"
Mother… how pathetic… It's him, my little child prince, yearning to please, to be lead, craving the tiniest piece of love like others crave air… I guess I should thank them they made him into this, this miserable, twisted wreck with a strength that is even more remarkable considering his increadible weakness.
"What troubles you so, my sweet child, my beautiful one?"
He was the first of the three to fall victim to my voice, the ever present, poisonous whisper of things that could be. It was so easy to lure him in, this innocent murderer, this tortured young one, and soon the others will follow, no doubt about that…
"Mother…"
Oh, so pained, so fragile, his mind is always so much fun to play with. He is such a perfect little puppet, such a perfect vessel for Him. He will carry out my will, the will of his Goddess, his Mother…
"Hush now, my child. Come to me, my lovely one, my beloved one, and I'll make it all go away…"
I reach out for him, covering him in darkness, and he mindlessly falls into my arms, lithe body trembling, shaking so badly. Just like He did… They are so easily manipulated, so easy to control. So broken, so alone, they are so easy to mislead. If only those around them knew what power is there in a few loving words…
"Yes, just like that… My beautiful son…"
I place a cold kiss on his forehead.
"For you, Mother… I will… do anything…"