Title: Such Presumption
Rating: G
Category: General/Drama
Summary: Sephiroth reflects on Nibelheim, Mother and that other avowed enemy; Aeris.
Such Presumption
I do not see my 'fall' as 'tragic' as so many are wont to do. Tragic perhaps for my old masters, for Hojo and for the rest of SOLDIER.
But now I walk hand-in-hand with Mother to Paradise, to the Promised Land.
My 'awakening' as I prefer to call those events at Nibelheim, whilst ultimately purifying, were nonetheless painful. I suppose all birth is painful. I admit though to perhaps misjudging those humans. I did not think that little chocobo puff, his whore and Zack could of given me much trouble. But they gave me so much trouble that it almost knocked the path to Paradise out of our hands. Even upon surviving my fall into the mako, our plans were setback several years.
Mother, unsurprisingly, was not pleased but I feel she simply must concede to the point about Lifestream benefits. Had I not traversed the Lifestream for those years, absorbing all I could... maybe the path would of been much more difficult to walk upon.
However, Mother despite her great age, is ever impatient and still feels we lost valuable time back at Nibelheim. (Maybe it is just a trait of the old. Accumulate enough years and you'll start going to stone... oh, I do apologize Mother.)
Slaughtering President Shin-Ra has been a recent highlight. Or should I say washing clean that particular piece of gunk off the Planet? I daresay at times he was even worst than Hojo (look Daddy, I can compliment people... even you). If I really bother I can almost squeeze out some sympathy for his son. Almost. Shame about the whole being-a-human part.
As of right now, I spy something irritating to say the least. No, not the Puppet. Rather another slum whore the Puppet's acquired. Or did she acquire him? Trading yourself in for some protection does smell greatly of Don Corneo and his girls. Aeris is her name and apparent claim to fame is being of the... Cetra. One of us!? Silly proud girl, although right now I can see the Puppet's jaw dropping, believing everything she says. I have to say she is quite the epitome of sincerity and candy-cane sweetness. Poor Puppet never stood a chance. He is so easily impressed. I remember that same jaw hitting the ground every time I so much as waved the Masamune around, and spiked a baby viper or two on it.
Clearly she's a liar. I know Mother and I are the only remaining Cetra left. To think that this slum rat would aspire to the path made for us only, the Cetra? Such presumption... pride always comes before the fall, as Mother has said.