"Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return…"
Genesis Rhapsodos stared up into the clouded sky of a Midgar alleyway. The evening twilight was slowly receding and the chill of night was advent in the air. Genesis wrapped his arms tighter around himself and rested his chin on his knees. His clothes were tattered and faded and his hair was colorless, save for a few auburn strands. The once-proud SOLDIER, 1st Class looked dead. His body was fragile and worn, and every breath he took shuddered in his chest.
The degradation…That's what they called it. Something went wrong with the Mako infused into his very being. "You'll be fine…" They told him. "We'll keep you alive…" They told him. But, that was just it. Genesis knew he was alive because of unnatural causes. He knew what those horrid scientists had done. He knew he should be dead. And, more than anything else, he knew what he was…
He was a monster…A science experiment gone wrong…And there to remind him of that every passing minute was the huge black wing protruding from his left shoulder. That one wing was the embodiment of his suffering. That one wing symbolized a lifetime of horrible mistakes…But wasn't that all he was? A mistake…They tried to hide it from him, but he had seen all the reports. Every one of them said the same thing. SOLDIER 1stClass; Genesis Rhapsodos; Failed.
Who was he kidding? He wasn't a person to them. He was a specimen, and a failed specimen at that. He wasn't the hero in LOVELESS. He wasn't even human…How could a monster be a hero to anyone? How could they treat Sephiroth with so much respect, but still shun him to the slums? Wasn't Sephiroth a monster, too?
Ever since he was a boy, Genesis had dreamed of becoming a legendary hero. He had always wanted to be the one who was recognized for his great deeds and honored for his acts of chivalry. But, then he joined SOLDIER and his dreams were shot down.
He was told of his origins and what he really was. He was told of the failed experiments that created him. They offered to save his life, but could anyone really call this living? This slow, painful process of being drained of your very existence was living? Genesis didn't think so.
He would die, yes. That was evident, no matter how they tried to conceal it. But, before he faded into the Lifestream, Genesis would leave his mark in this world. Yes, Genesis would rewrite the lost act in LOVELESS and would use their blood for ink. Yes, Genesis Rhapsodos would die. But, when he did, he would take the world with him…