"-Nightmare's Reverence-"
FFVII Fan fiction
This place was warm. An unfriendly warmth. It enraptured me, invisible hands wrapping around my legs, arms, waist, and throat, choking me in its hold. I couldn't breathe. I opened my mouth, fruitlessly gasping for air. Immediately upon opening my mouth, mako filled my lungs. I choked and chortled, finding no relief from the amount of pressure crushing my defeated sense of being.
I had been defeated, but not killed. Why was I not dead? Was it because of Jenova – mother? Was it because her cells within me kept me alive?
Of course it was. Although I had been hurled into the life stream by a young man's unnatural bounty of luck, I had not yet been torn to pieces.
The spirits of the dead were tugging at every molecule I held, yet I did not break. This was a fate worse than death. I could not scream, nor fight the enemies away, only float into nothingness and wait for my body to eventually fade away.
Mother, save me!
I thrashed, unwilling to give up. I will not return to the planet! I can't! I must fight the human race to return the planet to mother and the Cetra, the rightful heirs. I must. It wasn't a will or won't decision. I had no choice in the matter. It was what my life's destiny had in store for me.
My hope faded as time in an hour glass, the sand trickling down to the base of the canister. Mother had not responded to my silent cry for help.
It felt like months had passed, yet, I had no way of telling the date. I used this time to reflect.
Zack and I had gone to Nibleheim, to extinguish what was causing the recent rise in monsters as of late. There, the truth had been revealed. I had been structured in the same way those monsters have been. I am a monster.
A monster.
My world cheated me, stole what little self-confidence I had. After such a cruel twist in my life occurred, I went into silent solitude, studying all I could about my mother, Jenova. The J-E-N-O-V-A Project.
All the while, I had pondered why Professor Ghast never told me that I was the product of such experimentation. He had left early on in my life, when I was still just a boy. The only father figure I held of value, compared to that bastard Hojo. He was the only one who treated me as a human being and not a creature of study.
Such thoughts pierced my heart and wounded me. The gaping hole that had expanded over time, was recently filled with mako and something else. Something of greater value.
This warmth, this unnatural burning in my chest wasn't because of the mako. The mako was cold and icy. I could feel myself starting to freeze over, as if I were to be made into ice. This warmth wasn't from the planet, but from something, someone, I held very dear to me. I couldn't say what it was. A mixture of emotions that befuddled me.
Could it be… was it possible that it was… love?
Child. Cooed a sweet, caring voice. My child. My sweet, sweet child. Sephiroth.
"Mother…" Slowly, my eyes fluttered open, the dark lashes framing my vision till I could fully pull myself out of sleep. Yes, it was my mother. She had returned to me, to save me. The corners of my mouth twitched into an upward curve, a gentle smile gracing my lips. The warmth burned stronger, almost to a hurting point.
We have much work to do, my son. My mother stroked my cheek fondly with an invisible hand. She lived within me, the closest to a person I have ever been and ever will be. She was my world and I vowed then and there that I would strive to take her to the Promised Land. The Promised Land would be our new home, where we would only welcome the Cetra and live in perfect harmony. My happy ending that would never come, I have later found.
"Yes, mother." I responded with a nod. "What will you have me do?"
Simply take a small piece of me and force your will into it. We are one and the same. Combined with mind and cells. It will be like you taking a new body. Control that me like a puppet and have it do your bidding. Finding the Promised Land will be easier this way.
Ah, my mother, so clever, so scheming, so lethal. I tingled with excitement. A new skill! "Yes, mother."
This feeling in my bosom. Was this the feeling known as love?