A/N: Hey everyone. I'd like to thank the people who reviewed my story. 'reader', alternatefuturefan27, and RealmOfEmptiness, I'm thankful for your thoughts. Don't worry, AFF27, you won't have to call Chuck Norris on me. 'reader', I would put it in the crossover section, but there's no stories in that section. If I did that, I'm afraid alot fewer people will find my story. RealmOfEmptiness, we've already exchanged a few PMs, and I'm very thankful for all the advice and help you've given me.

And just to let you all know, these few early chapters are probably gonna take the longest to get done, because I've looked in the wiki, and there's a SH*T LOAD of information about Ophis, Great Red, and the Khaos Brigade that I have to make sure not to screw up. Some of them will be making their appearance in this chapter.

Here's the chapter, I don't own anything from FFVII or HSDxD, now enjoy.

For tens of millenia, the forces of Heaven, Hell, and those of the Fallen Angels, have been at constant war with each other. It was in the last great war that the original Satans and God were inexplicably killed, and the numbers on all sides were reduced to a mere fraction of their original sizes. The first ones to withdraw from the war were the Fallen Angels, led by their General Governor, Azazel, a former Seraph of God's forces. After that, it was between the forces of the Underworld and Heaven, which eventually settled down to just random acts of bouts or small-scale fights. Even with the Great War over, the factions still fought out of spite for each other.

Though there haven't been many large scale battles, there were always some kind of violence occuring between the three factions. Currently, Sephiroth and Jenova's hybernation capsule was heading towards one of these small battles. From afar, sporadic blasts of fire or ice would pop up from the dust clouds, or spears of light would be thrown towards their target. Up close, it revealed a medium sized battle consisting of twenty devils and fifteen fallen angels, the latter's numbers decreasing rapidly. Though the groups saw and heard the strange explosion in the sky, it was far enough away for them to give it little attention at the moment.

The group of Fallen Angels were fighting ferociously but were just outmatched. The enemy force consisted of high-class demons, and numerous rooks, pawns, bishops, knights, and a queen. Being that, they were apart of the other two high-class demons' peerage. They were lower-class and mid-class demons of various genders and make-ups. Though they had several pawns, a bishop, and a knight incapacitated or injured, mainly of just one demon's peerage, they were overwhelming the fallen angels.

Losing another member to a blast of hellfire from a small-sized dragon, the F-angels' numbers dropped to eleven. This dragon in particular was actually a man by the name of Ladora Bune, who's from a family of dragon tamers, meaning that they can transform into actual dragons.

"Dammit!" cursed the unofficial leader of the small remainder of Fallen Angels in this battle. His commanding officer and more then half of their fighting force dead, they had no other option except retreat. "Damn that Sairaorg Bael."

This Sairaorg Bael was proclaimed as the strongest of the newest generation of young devils and well known since he's the next heir to the Bael Family. In battle, he's known as 'The Great King.' Said man is a tall, musclular, handsome man with black hair and violet eyes. His golden armor shone brightly over the bloody battlefield.

The other high-class devil that stood with him was Zephyrdor Glasya-Labolas, heir to the Glasya-Labolas Family. He was a young man with bright green hair and had little armor, showcasing a large display of tattoos covering his face and body. He wore a smirk that was very arrogant and condescending towards all.

"What are you mangie angel rejects gonna do now? We've killed most of your comrades already!" mocked the young, demon boy. The taunt made the beaten fallen angels grind their teeth in both humiliation and anger.

"Shit...We're outmatched! We've got to retreat. Fall back now!" he ordered. A raven-haired angel flew to his side and supported his bloody body. He appreciated the help, though the woman's wasn't much better then he was.

"Ezek, we won't be able to get far, unless we go to the human world." He noted the worried looks on the remaining eight of his fellow soldiers. They were all tired, while the devils only lost a few and didn't show any signs of tiring.

"We need a miracle," he mumbled. As if by divine intervention, no pun intended, a strange meteor-like object came within view. It's trajectory was headed right towards them and was enough to catch everyone's attention. "Scatter!" Ezek yelled. Everyone scrambled to get out of the way of the kamikazing object.

While the F-angels got out of the way, as did the devils, the object slammed into the battlefield, cratering a good 50meters and throwing everything in all directions. They all were surprised by the force of the crash and got thrown like ragdolls. Everyone save for a few lied there, silently declaring the ground more comfortable to standing. The few that did get up were Sairaorg, his queen-Kuisha Abaddon, and his rooks-Gandoma Balon and the dragon tamer.

The much weaker devils, such as his bishops and Zephyrdor, along with the remainder of his peerage, was strewn about and slower to get up. The Fallen Angels were thrown much farther away, away from the crater's view. Not seeing the enemies anywhere nearby, the young devils curiously made their way over to the crater's edge. The dust cloud from the impact was still making visibility a pain. When they got to the edge of the crater, they all could see a bright, pink glow come from the center of the hole.

"What is heck is that?" Zephyrdor asked, having never seen something with a glow like that.

"I'm not sure, but keep your distance. It might have been reinforcements for the F-angels," Sairaorg said. The younger demon heir didn't like being what to do but held his tongue. Eventually, they too were joined by his own peerage, all wondering what sent them flying. "Can't somebody get rid of this dust?"

"Yeah, just a moment," Ladora said. He was still in his dragon form, so he used his wings to fan away the obscurring clouds to reveal to everyone a bright, pink, magical capsule of some sort.

Slowly, the object lost its luminosity and began fading. What it revealed shocked the devils. Inside were two people, a man and a woman, both with light skin and white and silver manes of hair respectively. Both looked like the crashed had done a serious number on the girl. While her body was free of any cuts or bruises, her body was missing an arm and a leg. The man with her didn't have any visible injuries that they could see.

"Come on, they look like they need help!" Sairaorg ordered and he and his bishops tried to go into the crater but a magical barrier in the shape of a dome prevented them from entering. "What the? A magic shield?"

Misteeta Sabnock, one of his rooks, placed his hand on the barrier softly. A magic pulse pushed his hand back rather roughly as a result. "Can you feel this magic? It's unlike anything I've ever felt. It doesn't have any traces of Holy or Demonic energy, yet it's clearly evil. It's like an entirely new form of magic!"

Hearing that, Sairaorg grew a little uneasy. Not only that, but Regulus' voice was constantly yelling at him at the moment.

"Get away from there, Master. I feel something very bad coming from those two. Either run or destroy them!" The sense of urgency was something he hadn't heard from his recently acquired pawn ever. Suddenly, the shielding broke like shattered glass and the mysterious man began to stir.

Dreams of the last moments of his grand fight with Cloud and his friends had filled Sephiroth's mind as he slept. Through that time, he also reflected back on his entire existence. He was raised on the belief that his mother, the woman beside him now, had died giving birth to him. He was raised to be a super-soldier for the Shinra Electric Power Company in SOLDIER.

He happily and sadly remembered his times with two of his closest friends, Genesis Rhapsodos and Angeal Hewley and the many spars they would have. He discovered his origins in the basement laboratory of the Shinra Manor in Nibelheim. Then he remembered finally finding mother, as well as the surprising defeat against Cloud and being thrown into the mako where his powerful will kept him from assimiliating into the Lifestream.

From there, he'd wondered about without a body, learning everything about the race that he'd supposedly came from, as well as growing smarter and more powerful. He even grew powerful enough to be able to control other beings who'd been infected with Jenova's cells, as well as manifesting his form from the remnents of his mother's body inside the Shinra's Headquarters to kill the Shinra president and ellude Cloud.

From there, he went on to remember his travels across the world, evading Cloud here and there, and killing Aerith. Then, the time came when he manipulated Cloud into giving him the Black materia to some Meteor. The rest of the memories flew by as he reviewed his errors and learned from them, namely not underestimating his opponents, and to stop holding back on them.

Truth is, the reason he took such a beating from Cloud and friends was because he held back his power. Call him a masochist, but he just wanted the challenge. Now, however, his opponents were gone, his initial plans ruined, his mother beaten to a pulp, and the two of them were in unknown territory. His eyes slowly opened, revealing a blurry world filled with red colors.

Groggily, he sat up and rubbed his eyes to clear the eye-boogers (i.e. 'sleep') away. When he got his vision cleared, he looked around and immediately noticed the crater they were in, as well as the dozen or so people staring down at him.

'Humans. Why more humans?'

The most notable one was wearing a suit of golden armor with a lion's face as a breastplate, looking down at him with caution, his body ready to react to anything. Looking over the rest of the group, he noticed most of them looked rather young. 'Great...not just humans, but kids.' Then he noticed a dragon that was about 14meters tall and probably much longer. He stood up and dusted his clothes off. 'A dragon too? Doesn't seem like much different then my world.'

Looking down, he saw his mother lying on the ground, still moving but only slightly. He bent down and check her body and was glad to see that all of her wounds had sealed up and it looked like she was just resting.

"Recover your strength, Mother." He stood up and looked out at his audience. "What world am I in?" he asked aloud, noting the chilling effect his smooth and dark voice had on them.

No doubt it was intimidating to these youngsters, save for a few. He stood at 6'1, wearing a long, black coat with silver pauldrons (looks like football shoulder pads), black boots and black clothing, with the opened top of his clothing revealing his chest with his leather SOLDIER suspenders criss-crossing an 'X' fashion over it.

His long silver hair, with bangs parted to either side of his face, swayed gently in a breeze.

"What do you mean, what world?" Zephyrdor asked. "You're in the Underworld. How could you not know that?" he asked mockingly. He started laughing but Sairaorg stopped him. The brave devil couldn't help but feel an intense aura around this stranger.

When Sairaorg first saw the man stand at full height to fully reveal himself, he couldn't help but think of the man as intimidating. He definitely wasn't the most intimidating person he's seen, but he was close to the top. Probably fifth place. The man's cold and calculating gaze was probably the worst he's seen though. Then he noticed the cat-like slits of his pupils.

"I think this guy's a Nekomata. He's pupils are slitted like theirs," he said. Strange, as this was the first time he's seen a male cat-person. Since the Nekomata race is nearly extinct, just seeing one is rare.

"Well the pussy cat needs to learn not to crashland into somebody's battle unless he plans on fighten as well. Besides, this is just between us devils and fallen angels right now!" the arrogant and hot-tempered clan heir shouted, angry that some cat guy interrupted their imminent victory. Those F-angels were probably long gone by now.

Sephiroth was processing this information so far. He was in the 'Underworld', and apparently, he bared some resemblance to a race of cat-people called Nekomata, and that he'd interrupted a fight between Devils and Fallen Angels. The pussy cat remark didn't go unnoticed either. He'll make sure that boy is the first to die in the name of his mother and his new world.

Not knowing what these devils were capable of, he decided that he wasn't going to hold back. He may have been the ultimate SOLDIER back in his world, but he could be relatively weak compared to these beings. Rolling his shoulders, they popped loudly. He gave a soft sigh from the relief. His body felt like it hadn't moved in decades! How long had they been traveling?

Donning his confident smug, the same one he used on Cloud and Genesis, his was mentally pleased to see it irritate the young, bad-mannered devil.

"Hey! What's with the smug? You find something funny?" Zephyrdor called out.

"You," Sephiroth said, pointing at Zephyrdor, "what is your name?"

The question surprised them, but the boy answered proudly. "Zephyrdor Glasya-Labolas, the next heir to the Glasya-Labolas Family, one of the remaining devil families of the 72 Pillars that survived the Great War. What's it to ya?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sephiroth closed his eyes and smiled. "Depending on whether I let you live or not, I will become your new ruler, as well as the Underworld's."

The statement drew audible gasps from almost everyone, including Zephyrdor. None of them were expecting that kind of an answer. About a hundred meters away, Ezek had gathered the remainder of his group and ordered them to escape. When asked what he was going to do, he told them that he'd investigate the crash. Now here he was, watching the group of devils lookind down the crater, talking to someone.

"What kind of nonsense is that!?" Zephyrdor yelled, drawing a sword of demonic energy, yet his battle readiness did not intimidate this stranger one bit.

"It means, that I, Sephiroth, and my mother, Jenova, will rule this world and all other ones, child," he declared as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Due to Zephyrdor's bad-temper, he couldn't feel the terrifying aura surrounding them all. It was enough to visible shaken many of the peerages.

"This...aura!" Liban Crocell, one of Sairaorg's knights, exlaimed.

"His murderous intent...I can feel it all the way from here," Coriana Andrealphus, one of his bishops, said with a sad, almost submissive ,voice. "It feels like I'm being stabbed right in the heart."

Sairaorg was nervous as well. "That name...Sephiroth. It means 'Manifestation of God.' And his mother's name, Jenova...it means 'New God'. This seems to be more then a coincidence," he warned. His body was ready to battle this unnerving man, but his mind was still apprehensive.

Zephyrdor had ignored all of this and chose to lunge down at Sephiroth. He used his demon wings to fly down swiftly and when he got within range, he swung down with both hands on his sword and tried to bisect the infuriating man. To his confusion, and everyone else's, his sword had stopped in midair. The man wasn't even looking at him yet he had his left land raised up with the palm open. The ground underneath him was cratered slightly, so he had indeed made contact...but with what?

Out of thin air, a nodachi began manifesting into his hand from some kind of green mist. Zephyrdor couldn't help but follow the blade's length till it stopped at an insane eight feet. The angered boy now didn't feel so angry, but scared, when he looked back at the man who was meeting his gaze. He saw cold, ruthless, pale-green eyes staring into his soul.

"Try to make this amusing." With inhuman strength and speed, Sephiroth swung his Masamune and sent the boy flying hundreds of feet through the air.

The show of strength and appearance of the beautifully crafted sword put the devils on full alert. Ezek didn't know what had happened, but he saw one boy fly down into the crater only to be thrown out across the sky seconds later.

'What is going on? Is it reinforcements, or an angel?' He was silently hoping for the former.

Shocking the people, Sephiroth jumped from his crater without the aid of wings, as well putting up the magic barrier to keep his recovering mother safe. He soared through the air and quickly caught up with his opponent. His sudden presence startled the boy who reacted with wild swings of his swords. Sephiroth expertly parried each strike. In fact, he decided to do it with his eyes closed.

This act infuriated the boy when it should have scared some sense into him. Sephiroth was so far out of his league that the man didn't even need sight to defend himself.

"Octoslash," Sephiroth muttered, immediately launching eight strikes with his Masamune that was far too fast for Zephyrdor to keep up with. Sephiroth's sword cried with glee as it whistled through the air and through both flesh and bone. The attacks were so swift that there wasn't even any blood on the sword as it came out. In just two seconds, Sephiroth was floating on the other side of the rash heir with his nodachi resting over his left shoulder.

Seconds felt like forever, but in just a few of them, blood shot out of each of the wounds from the blade and rained onto the earth below the boy. His eyes were wide as headlights and his mouth wide open, shakily breathing. Moments after that, his wings fell apart after having been severed near the base and he fell helplessly towards the ground.

"Oh no!" Sairaorg yelled, unable to believe that this nekomata defeated a fellow peerage's king in less then a minute. Ezek, who was still in hiding, watched the display with fascination. He and a few others, such as Sairaorg and the knights and queens of both peerage, had the eye-sight to keep up with the man's blade movement, though just barely. Despite having been extremely fast, each swing of his blade was flawless in technique, waisted no movement, and was more gracefull then any swordsmanship they'd ever seen.

The remaining knight of Zephrydor rushed with his incredible speed to catch his defeated master. Before he could get to him though, the ground in front of him suddenly shot up into several stone spikes, several of them impaling his master in mid-air. The unexpected event left everyone speechless. Those not associated with his peerage looked up at Sephiroth to see the lingering traces of magic fading from his hand. The bastard still had a smug on his face!

"Pathetic. So, who would like to be the next one to die for my new world?" Sephiroth asked with no signs of remorse for what he just did. He wasn't affected by it at all.

The knight who had ran to rescue his master let out a cry of rage as he charged at Sephiroth. To some amount of horror, this mysterious warrior was able to still deflect the lightning quick blows from the knight with practiced ease. Though the knight's rapid swings and thrusts were pressing against Sephiroth, he didn't show any signs of discomfort.

"Your speed is impressive. You'd have been a fine SOLDIER, but your emotions are slowing down your blade, and making you blind," he said right before he swung out against the knight. The boy jumped back but in his rage-induced assault, he'd neglected to remain thoughtful of the length of Sephiroth's blade. He thought he was in the clear, but was soon screaming in pain as he felt the polished edge of the eight foot nodachi amputate both his legs.

His legs were gone, so as a knight, he was as good as dead. Sephiroth stood over him, smug never leaving.

"You're new to killing. You've got the eyes that have probably seen only one or two battles. A more experienced fighter would have remembered the length of his opponent's blade." When he finished his lecture, his raised his blade to impale the boy who looked no older then sixteen, but several shards of ice spikes shot towards him.

Forgetting the boy, he turned and successfully bisected every single ice spike that posed a threat to his being. He looked at the source to see a woman who looked half angry and half scared readying another magic attack. She had apparently shot them from her hands. Despite the fact that he'd effortlessly deflected all of the icicles, she shot out more.

Not caring to deflect them, his left hand that was gripping his Masamune glowed with fire. The fire spread to his blade with with two swipes and a mutter of 'Firaga' (this is equivalent to Fire3), he sent two waves of fire at the girl. His flames decimated her attack and would have gone on to strike her but the large dragon from before countered his fire with its own fire breath. The two attacks exploded upon impact with each other and temporarily blinded many of the peerages.

Squinting against the flame, Ladora's dragon eyes widen when Sephiroth flew through the flames with his sword held back and ready to cleave his head off. He barely manages to move his head, but in return the long sword cuts a three foot deep gash down the length of his body. His strength quickly fades from him and he reverts back to his human form.

Sephiroth seemed genuinely surprised. "You can transform into a dragon? A useful ability, but it puts you at a disadvantage against someone like me. A mistake you won't make again. That's a promise." Ladora felt dread creep into his body with each word Sephiroth spoke, the voice just cold and confident, yet it promised death.

He closed his eyes and roared in pain as the blade was stabbed right into his chest.

"NOOO!" Sairaorg jumps in and throws a kick from above. Sephiroth lifts up his right hand a catches the kick by the ankle, but the ground was simply destroyed underneath them. Sephiroth slings the young man over his body and into the ground. He pulls him up by the ankle still and slams the boy over his body and into the ground again and again for five more times before Sairaorg manages to catch him before a six slam can be executed.

Twisting his body like a break dancer, he sends a spinning kick into Sephiroth's gut, having caught him offguard. To his horror, that powerful kick was only enough to send Sephiroth into the air about thirty feet but the man stops himself in midair. The smile still hasn't changed.

"You're strong and pretty agile. I knew you would be the biggest threat here."

Sairaorg was panting slightly from the abuse he'd received just a few moments ago. "What the hell is your deal? I can understand wanting to beat up Zephyrdor because of his rude behavior, but why must you kill him for it? And then the others and their injuries-why?"

Sephiroth actually dropped the smile in place for a deep-concentrated look. "Because...I feel like it. Me and Mother have been granted a new chance to live, and to rule. I will not take the chance of some young rookie growing stronger to hinder my plans in the future. 'Nip the weed at the bud,' I believe the expression is."

Sairaorg couldn't believe the words he was hearing. This guy is a lunatic! "Who-or what-are you? You are definitely no Nekomata."

"I have no knowledge of these Nekomata, except from what I've heard from you. As for who I am.. I have been called 'The Nightmare', or 'The One-Winged Angel'."

"What?" Before the young lion-armored Devil could ask more, a single, black feathery wing sprouted from Sephiroth's back on his right side. "Y-you're a...Fallen Angel?!"

The man chuckled shortly before responding cooly, "Never heard of them," and suddenly disappeared from sight. In an instant, he was right there in front of Sairaorg and slashed with both hands across his chest. The strength, technique, and speed of the swing let the Masamune cut clean through the breast plate of Regulus Nemea, shattering the armor like a rock.

"S-so...fast.." he muttered in disbelief as he flew backwards to land next to his incapacitated, seemingly dead, rook. Neither bodies moved.

"KING!"

"SAIRAORG!"

His entire peerage all rushed to aid their fallen master and friend. The knights and remaining rook stood between Sephiroth and his victims while the bishops and queen went to help them. Their first priority was retreating to safety. The queen prepared a transportation spell for all of them, including Zephyrdor's peerage who recovered both him, the legless knight, and their injured from the battle before. While little would be able to help their master, a phoenix tear could give the knight back his legs.

"Oh, you've all gathered to be put down together? That just makes this that much easier," Sephiroth claimed as his sword began glowing a dark red. "Shadow Flare."

Black orbs of sickly bkack energy popped up around the group of Devils. It all sped towards them and exploded just as they were covered in a red aura. The destruction wrought on by the twelve flares devastated the area within 200meters of the blast. The force was enough to blow Ezek much further away while the whole time he was in awe of what he'd seen. A Fallen Angel with one just forcing two whole peerages to retreat.

The blast created a black mushroom-shaped cloud that climbed hundreds of yards into the sky. One would have thought a miniature nuclear bomb was detonated. It was this scene the black-haired girl from before saw while searching for the landing site of the mysterious object that fell into their universe.

'Convenient,' she thought. She flew through the air at high speeds and stopped on the ground a dozen feet away from Sephiroth, though doing so gracefully. He looked at her with little interest, yet she was studying him like a hawk.

"Listen little girl, I'm not interested in fighting anymore weaklings right now. I need to tend to Mother at the moment." He turned away from her, having already been a little annoyed that the group he was fighting got away with some sort of transportation spell.

"I would like to make a deal with you, stranger,' the black-haired girl said. "I can help you first. You said your mother needs help."

When she took a step forward, Sephiroth brought his Masamune up with its point at her neck. "Don't step any closer. I don't have time for any nonsense," he said in a cold voice.

What surprised him was the annoyed look she had. It's like she didn't even consider him a threat. Proving that thought, she placed her hand along his blade and moved it to the side a bit as she stepped closer. "So helping your mother is nonsense? Some kind of son you are."

He took a more careful look at the girl. She was causasion with long black hair and looked to be about seventeen. She had a regular body physique and she wore a black, lolita-style dress, a style that was completely foreign to him. He made sure to keep his guard up. Those before her were visibly frightened by just his presence, yet this young woman showed no fear at all, even after stepping within Masamune's range.

"Well, do we have a deal?" she asked, slightly more annoyed that she'd had to repeat the question.

"Who are you? You're not like the others." She didn't really care about that stuff from earlier.

"I'm called Ophis. I'm the oldest and one of the most powerful dragons in existence. There are dragons weaker then me who can kill a Satan or God, but I'm stronger then all of them combined when I'm feelin' good. I have many abilities which can most certainly help your mother, but I need a favor when I'm done."

"What kind of favor?"

"I live in a place called the 'Dimensional Gap', which lies between the Underworld, Earth, and Heaven. I've lived there since I was born from nothingness. It was very peaceful. One day, I step outside of it and then come back to find this massive, red dragon inhabiting it and making all kinds of noises. Needless to say, I'm pissed because he won't leave. I even made my own personal army to help get rid of him, yet he is more powerful then all of us. I want your help."

Sephiroth almost lost control of his expression. If he'd been back at Midgar or somewhere and heard this, he would have commented on the bright imagination the girl had, but seeing as he was technically in the Underworld, her story might not be so farfetched.

"Bottom line is, I want your help in getting rid of the 'Great Red,' so I can finally have peace and solitude again," she said with a straight, no-nonsense attitude. Sephiroth smiled in delight. He could use this dragon woman to his advantage if he bargained just right.

"I will help you if you help me become the rulers of these worlds." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Deal." Ophis nodded as the two shook hands.

"My name is Sephiroth, and this is my mother, Jenova." He gestured over to her lying form. Ophis stepped past him to look over his mother's wounds.

She didn't bother to ask about the difference in looks of this woman and her son, afterall, she didn't even know how she was born from 'nothing.' Seeing nothing out of the ordinary besides the few missing limbs, whose wounds had healed over, she picked the woman up with no strain at all.

"Follow me. While I don't like the Great Red, he owes me a favor, so you don't have to worry about fighting him so soon. Oh, and try not to stare. He hates people who stare at him."

He wasn't expecting them to meet their target so soon and the truth that she had a favor the dragon owed her only raised some questions. 'What kind of relationship do these two have?' Yet, there was an even more important question he needed to have answered.

"Just one question. Show me a glimpse of your power, one befitting that of the title you claim to have," Sephiroth requested in his calm voice.

Ophis sighed before handing Jenova over to his care. He took his mother's form into his arms while she casted some sort of magic over the two of them. "This is to protect you from the Dimensional Gap. Only the Great Red and I can live within it while those with no sort of protection would die quickly. It will also shield you from some of the power I'm about to release, so be ready."

He understood and let her finish the spell while he silently talk to his mother. 'Just wait, Mother. We've ran into some luck. We're already at a good start.' The woman's body moved a little in his arms as feelings of her approval filled his mind.

Ophis' dark-brown eyes glowed a pitch black as waves of black energy manifested around her body like an aura. Sephiroth could feel the massive weight of her power, stunning him by the amount this girl's small body contained, yet she seemed bored. With a lazy flick of her arm, a massive, black wave of energy shot out to the side of them.

Sephiroth tried to keep his eyes from widening to maintain his calm exterior. The blast was a silent as the coming night and didn't cause a massive explosion, so there was no tremor of shockwave from it. It widened out to about a mile wide, consuming all in its path for several miles out. It kept growing bigger and bigger and seemed to go on forever. It's length from left to right was as far as the horizon. The attack continued for a full minute and was spreading energy could be seen by all for many, many miles away.

When the energy dissipated, there was nothing left where the wave had passed through. He meant that in the most literally sense of the term. Nothing. Not a hole in the ground, or some kind of canyon..just...nothing. She turned to him with the same bored expression. "So, is that good enough for you?"

"With such power, and it only being second to our target's, I think I'm looking forward to this fight."

For the first time since their meeting, the black-haired WMD (Weapon of Mass Destruction) smiled, something that was highly unlike her. She waved her hand from left to right and a portal opened up, revealing a real eye-irritating mixture of lights and colors. He walked through it while keeping close to Ophis' tail, no pervertedness intended, leaving the battlefield. Ezek had silently watched the entire scene and couldn't believe his eyes.

Sephiroth. Jenova. Ophis, the 'Infinite Dragon God!' While he knew a little of Ophis, his thoughts about Sephiroth and Jenova were becoming exaggerated as he knew the definitions of those names.

'This can't be coincidence. A woman named 'New God' and her son named 'Manifestation of God', both here together and now allied with the legendary Infinite Dragon God!? I'll have to tell the others. Azezel will also want to hear of this.' He gathered some of the magic he had left and formed a transportation seal. Casting one last look over the battlefield, he let a smile grow on his face.

'That Sephiroth had the wing of a Fallen Angel. That similar trait could help persuade him to join our cause.' The spell now complete, he disappeared to return to the homebase of the Fallen Angels.

When the two groups of peerages arrived in the waiting lobby of the Phenex Family's mansion, their sudden appearance and ghastly state of physical well-being immediately alarmed the whole household. The group came to this house for a reason. the Phenex Family were high-class, pure-blooded devils who shared many similar traits to the legendary bird of fire, one being immortality. It was here that this family could easily save their dying members.

With her husband, the head of the Phenex Family, off consorting with other high-upclassed nobles, Lady Phenex was caught in a very troubling position. She hurriedly issued instructions to bring several vials of the family's precious 'Phoenix tears' as soon as news had reached her ears of the unexpected visitors. They had immediately been rushed to the house's medical facilities.

The tears, which are nothing but tears straight from the eyes of any of the Phenex family's body, are very valuable commodaties that have helped the family gain tremendous wealth with its super-regenerative properties. It can heal just about any injury, with the exception of blood loss and lost organs.

When she arrived in the medical wing of the mansion, something that was pointless for the Phenex Family members and was built more or so for any guests or emergency situation like this one. When she arrived, she saw all of the young devils being tended to for their minor injuries while four of them were in the emergency rooms.

As she evaluated each one, she caught murmurs of some swordsman and Fallen Angels. If the Fallen Angels were behind this, then the tensions b/w the two races would rise exponentially, especially with the two biggest victims being heirs to their respective families. When she checked on the more dire patients, she had to cover her mouth from some of the wounds she saw.

A handsome man with black hair and a muscular body had a deep laceration going across his chest. The wound was already being treated with a phoenix tear but the blood would have to be replaced. The next boy was actually a young adult male who was lying on his stomach. He was being treated with a phoenix tear as well, though his wounds consisted of a similar giant laceration that reached deep into his body, almost gutting him completely. Along with that was a hole in his chest where he was stabbed completely through. The blade had narrowly missed his heart, but it did clipped his vertebrae.

The third patient was a young blonde boy who'd had his legs severed off above knees. He was conscious and being treated as well, but his mental pain seemed to be much greater then his physical one. In the bed in the next room laid the final victim, a white blanket covering his entire form. The boy was pronounced dead upon arrival.

This incident was going to attract ALOT of attention, even more so when she recognized the fatality as Zephyrdor, who's the next heir to the Glasya-Labolas Family, but his much more common connection was with his brother. His brother was Falbium Asmodeus, one of the four current Satans of the Underworld. He would definitely cause much mayhem to whoever did this.

Her other mortally wounded patient was none other then Sairaorg Bael, the next heir to the Bael Clan, WHO was the highest ranked Family of the 72 Pillars! Lord Bael will not rest lightly after hearing this. Lady Phenex expects her house to become very busy with hosting numerous guests in the forseeable future. If she is to leviate some of the pressure, then she'll have to find out just what happened.

She approached the lightly wounded devils and informed them of each of the critically injured patients' conditions. The news that Zephyrdor is dead brought all of his peerage to tears and curses. While Sairaorg was assured a full recovery, it did only some good to ease the stress on his own peerage. His queen was still very distraught, much more so then the others.

"Alright, I want to know exactly what happened?" Lady Phenex demanded, her sharp tone lost of all kindness that usually accompanied it.

"We were battling several Fallen Angels who thought they could ambush us," Sairaorg's queen, Kuisha Abaddon, declared. "They probably felt that with our deaths, it would be a significant blow to the Underworld." Her pony-tail was in a mess, along with her eyes, which were red and puffy from crying in worry for her king.

"So a group of Fallen Angels was able to do this?" she asked skeptically. Sairaorg Bael was a champion-class contender in the Ratings Games, and was the strongest of all the Young Devils.

"Well, we believe so," Kuisha responded solemnly. "We're not really sure."

The Phenex woman raised a brow when she heard that. "What do you mean? How could you not be sure?"

"Something crashed in the midst of our battle with the Fallen Angels," Coriana, one of Sairaorg's bishops, said. "After it crashed, the F-Angels used its distraction to retreat. Then, the object appeared to be a form of transportation shaped like a cocoon. Inside were two people, one was a man with long silver hair who said his name was Sephiroth. He then introduced his unconscious mother as Jenova."

The meaning of the names didn't go unnoticed by Lady Phenex, yet she didn't stop them from continuing explaining what happened. "Zephyrdo mocked the man, but when Sephiroth taunted him, he charged down to strike him. The man stopped the blade by materializing a long nodachi from a green mist. He managed to knock Zephyrdor far into the sky with a single swing and then jumped hundreds of yards up to exchange blows with him. Gravity seemed to have no effect on his jumping abilities."

She stopped explaining and Beruka Fercus, a knight, explained the next bit. "His swordsmanship skills were unbelievable, even with his long sword. It was probably seven to nine feet long. With a fast combo that I could barely keep up with, he landed several fatal blows to the boy's body, as well as removing his wings."

As this was spoken, the King-less peerage's faces all visibly contorted with different emotions as the event was explained again, as if living through it wasn't bad enough.

"Sephiroth then used some sort of long range magic that turned the earth below into spikes that impaled Zephyrdo's body before his knight could recover his falling body. He then charged at Sephiroth but despite his speed, the man's speed and skills were far greater and his legs were sliced off. Sephiroth was about to lay the finishing move before the rest of us intervened. He managed to defeat Ladora-san in his dragon form with ease, as well as Sairaorg in Regulus' Balance-Breaker," the queen finished.

"His skills were flawless and he never lost his focus. His strength in defeating Master and Ladora-san was unreal as he took a kick without even grimacing. He also showed magic powers that could shoot fire from his sword, as well as superior speed and reflexes in that he cut down dozens of ice spikes with his sword," Liban Crocell, the other knight in Sairaorg's peerage explained in detail. "Not only that, but in the end, he managed to catch Master off-guard by getting within his guard with some burst of speed. It looked fast enough to be teleportation since I couldn't see him move at all."

"I would go as far as to say he was easily as strong as an Ultimate-Class Devil, Lady Phenex," Kuisha claimed, surprising the noble woman.

The noble wife and mother surely didn't think they'd go as far as to say that much. There were very few people who could match an Ultimate-class devil, the same as the Satans. "He must've been a high-class angel or F-angel. How many wings did he have?"

"Well, at first, Sairaorg thought he was a Nekomata because the man had slitted pupils, but near the end, he revealed to have only one black-feathered wing on his right side."

That news surely wasn't what she was expecting. She was thinking it was probably Kokabiel, given the man's love for battle and brutality, but this Sephiroth having just one wing?! Such a low-class F-angel shouldn't have even been able to touch someone like Sairaorg. This strange news will certainly cause some confusion and commotion when the high nobles and families involved with the incident, as well as the Satans and Lucifer-sama hears about it.

"Oh, Lady Phenex, this Sephiroth-teme said something that troubled us," Kuishi said, catching the woman before she left the room. "He said that he and his mother would become the rulers of this world, and that he'll cut down anyone who stands against him. He says he always goes by 'The One-Winged Angel.' I hope this helps."

Nodding in deep thought, the Phenex left to contemplate and make sense of all that she'd heard. A loud, boisterous yell thundered throughout her home, shaking some of the furniture that lied about. She rubbed her temples. The first of many have already shown up. How did word travel so fast?

A/N: That's the chapter for ya. So, how did ya like Sephiroth's first impression? Was it too much? Not enough? With killing a few people, the Nightmare has already changed the future of the HSDxD universe. What will he do next chapter? What will happen when Jenova gets healed by Ophis? Got questions, I've got answers. Please review for me or send them via PM. Thank you.

Now, some of you are gonna think I've made Sephiroth too powerful, but if you read wiki, it says this. " Advent Children producer Yoshinori Kitase has said, "Sephiroth's existence and will is extremely powerful. There is nothing stronger, nothing above him." Several characters besides Cloud have been able to battle Sephiroth competently, but with most of these fights it is implied he held back or was not fighting at his full potential."

Ta-daa!

Now, I would like to have your opinion on this. Should Sephiroth have a Longinus? I looked in the wiki and there's actually a Longinus named 'Sephiroth's Grail.' CAN YOU BELIEVE THE IRONY! Maybe he should have it, afterall, it's got his name on it.

Also, I will be using Sephiroth's spells to give him an edge in magic abilities. In FFVII, the spells were labeled in numerical order from weakest to strongest.

ex. Fire1, Fire2, Fire, and Fire4 being the the strongest. Quake would be earth element. Here's the naming system, and since Sephiroth doesn't like weakness, he will not care to use to weaker versions of the spells.

Fire element- Firaga-lvl3, and Firaja-lvl4

Water element-Waterga-lvl3, and Waterja-lvl4

Thunder element (Same as shooting lightning bolts from sky or hands)-Thundaga-lvl3, and Thundaja-lvl4

Ice element-Blizzaga-lvl3, and Blizzaja-lvl4

Earth element-Quakega-lvl3, and Quakeja-lvl4

Shadow Flare-Can summon up to three dozen highly-explosive orbs of dark energy, which is similar to demonic energy, in a spread out formation on the battlefield. With just a thought command, he can send these orbs towards multiple targets at will. They are tough to destroy, so the easiest way to get rid of them all is to attack Sephiroth to make him lose focus on them.

Octaslash- An 8-hit combination of lightning quick slashes.

Heartless Angel (hasn't been seen yet)- Ejects a black, ghost-like apparition of himself from his body that chases down an opponent. It's intangible and the only way to stop it is to force Sephiroth to lose focus on it by attacking him. It doesn't kill on impact, rather it weakens the target to an almost incapacitated or death state.

Meteor/Meteorain- Summons a meteor/meteors from a different dimension. Nobody short of a Dragon King can stop one of these, so it's best to just not get in its way.

These are his skills, most/if not all, I got from the FFwiki.