Vincent/fem Sephiroth
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Introduction: The man behind the locked door
"To My brother
If you want to know about me, thou they don't want me to, I will tell you anyhow. Keep this secret to your self no one is to know, I was born in a lab. Our genetic alteration took place after fertilization so father didn't expect there to be twins. Thou he was mad, he was also brilliant to a fault. You see my father, In his insanity, named us both Sephiroth.
There was someone I grew quite fond of when I was an infant but father sealed him away after committing cruel experiments on him. Father didn't know it but I would sneak into the basement and glare at the door that was always beyond my ability to open. I felt the man behind it was a kindred spirit. I felt his loss, his pain, his despair and everything about him was so familiar to me.
Our mother was killed when we were little, we never knew much about her. But we knew she was connected to this man. So I dived into her old books to find the history on the man behind the locked door. I originally intended to find out more information about him, but there came a time when we were sent relentlessly into battle. The bodies and blood that stained the earth would forever scar our memory.
In the end thou it mattered not that I was a girl, our reckless and brutal father was too devote to his own ambition to care. At times we were both made to fight our glowing eyes were proof of that we had been injected with mako, a substance that had the power to enhance ones physical performance at the cost of their health. Due to this there were also times we fell ill and in tows times I was able to find out more about the man behind the door.
It was after this that I found out the name of the man behind the door. His name was Vincent Valentine, once a child of high noble family in Wutai, however the family was convicted of treason after their only heir 'ran away' this was a Lie as the poor man had been executed leaving only one infant sun in his place.
As for Vincent; his parents were executed brutally by the ShinRa. Later it was found that the rival family set the Valentine's up but Vincent for the majority of his life was unaware of his linage. When he became a Turk his first target was the very man that dammed his family to death.
My brother and me shared an unhealthy controversy over this started conflict between the ShinRa and Wutai. Since that day there have been rumors that a war would break out. We were cretin that is exactly what was to pass. About ten years later me and my brother joined the ShinRa in hopes of preventing the war.
This was unsuccessful however we were able to become first class generals thou no one knew that the actual Sephiroth was in fact two different people. A little secret my father wanted to keep to himself as long as possible. A secret that to this day remains between us, our dead father, and now you.
We grew in power quickly and just as fast were able to gain a foothold in Wutai, once there we put a quick end to the war that started while we were busy becoming 'First class general Sephiroth'. In the end we were able to allow Wutai to keep its culture but there was a heavy price. We failed in allowing the country to keep its unique charm eventually it became a tourist attraction.
This in truth was our first failure; perhaps we were too quick in seeking power when we should have helped quell rumors. Whatever the case we vowed never to let that slip up happen again. A few years later our father's lechery led to the birth of a younger brother, You, whom the mother affectionately called Riku after her lover whom she thought was the father. However the ShinRa knew better so to protect our brother we had to resort to being the bad guy.
Me and my brother slaughtered the family and kidnapped out little brother. We burned the house to the ground the bodies of the parents still inside with a small human like monster. We swore that we would never forget that day, and that what we did shall be kept secret for if we didn't kill them they would have been disgraced and killed by the ShinRa.
My brothers and me vanished unaware of the clone taking our place. This was our first victory; everyone thought the infant died in the fire with the parents there was no sign of a struggle for our strike was too fast and coordinated. This was also the most bittersweet day of our lives; we had to kill to save our own.
The hope of finally killing the monster that was our father was reward enough. It was little but enough to remind me of the man behind the door, I swore that one day I would bring him out and if he was indeed still alive we would make up for our fathers sin. Later our plains were put to rest when a scare popped up apparently a few days later we were pronounced dead.
The town of Kalm was rumor to have been burnt to the ground. This was how we learned of our father's retaliation. It was official we were at war with our father, whom never played by the rules. Shortly after we became serious, we sought to make our own fortune and wage war against our father. We started with weak Materia and thought our you how to weld a blade that can't be defeated by anything but the heartless. However his quest led him elsewhere where rumors oh his heroism made him a legend, people's faith in the ShinRa wavered by you're actions.
Our younger brother had dropped a boom on the ShinRa, and they couldn't recover. Father's clones ran rabid thou our Tempest kill a good number and Vincent helped a group of mercenaries' defeat the main clone, Vincent failed in truly killing our cowardly father. He learned not to get involved in two wars, but now I sit here with my twin, we lost a battle that may cast us this war.
Our father caught us and our only hope is the little blue-eyed warrior who knew what we had done, our hope now was that he would understand. That he would know of our notes and bring with him the one I admired from afar so to speak and save the ones he has every right in the world to abandon!
This boy was you, Riku, and now I must ask you to do the impossible and forgive us so you can help us. I ask you to forget the truth of the past; our past bathed in blood and come to our rescue. Find the man behind the door, and bring him with you should you chose to come rescue us.
Truth be told we would forgive you if you left us here after all it is what we deserve for not seeing out father for whom he was before things got this far. Just don't let us having done all this in vain;
the true Seohiroth;
PS. no matter what you decide our little brother you are and will always be loved by us."
The letter was Signed, and thou he didn't quite understand yet why they had to do to protect him, it occurred to him that what they did was indeed a vile act of malice but the fact a bout it being a last resort rang clear. The white haired Teen only hoped that the letter spoke true in that the man behind the locked door would grant them help.
Shrouded in darkness he had fallowed the man in the red cape hoping his presence would be noted enough to grant only his attention. A smile creaked on the boy's lips as his efforts proved fruitful.