Title: Demon

Author: Silver Winged Dragon

Words: 1018

Summary: Tseng and Elena explore the Northern Crater and find themselves entrapped by three men, searching for their Mother.

Pairing:the usual, TsengxElena, CloudxTifa

Chronology and location: Events take place at the beginning of Advent Children in the Northern Crater.

Disclaimer: I don't own FF7 and spin-offs, they belong to Square Enix

A/N: I know my English sucks; please do not waist your time about that ;p Besides: stories like these were written by many, hardly completed by anyone

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A week or longer had passed since Vincent had left Rufus Shinra. He had obliged in searching for the two missing Turks, yet he didn't obliged in finding them in an instant. Mr. Valentine was a man who took his time when it came to research and espionage. Since he hardly had research, he relied on what he himself had heard and seen.

Something about… their mother? What did they want their mother for, what was the relation with the Turks?

Hiding from the three insane mad men Vincent did his best to find the two Turks. It shouldn't be that hard, he thought, yet it was difficult to find them both.

Eventually he let the senses of the Galian Beast take over, without loosing too much of control. The demon sniffed the air, finding blood and gore, next to a decomposing body and the foul stench of sulfur. Now that he had confirmed for himself that there was still life present in this large pit of doom, he thought it was worthy of a closer investigation.

The Galian Beast, a bloodthirsty creature yet formidable hunter, took over. Stalking down the slopes of the dead volcano, Galian sniffed the air, wretched with sulfur and something else: fear. Blood, fresh and tasty, lingered within his nostrils, daring him to take a bite. Yet the little bit of human mind left within the Beast, reminded him of leaving his prey unattended.

They were humans, not food.

Unfortunately.

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Silently the Beast stalked forward, unseen by the three silver haired men. He found them resembling a certain silver haired man, the son of the harbinger of death. Jenova's offspring, could they be?

Shiftshaping back into his normal human form, Vincent crept closer, listening to the three sitting near the campfire, chatting quietly and orderly about these day's events.

Apparently, Tseng was unable to talk, yet Elena who was able to talk, didn't spoke a single word. The last time he had seen the small Turk she had babbled everything about the Turk's mission to Avalanche. She had surely grown a lot, and became a good Turk.

What was it with that "bring Mother back" issue? Vincent, relying on his demonic strength, remained awake that night, listening to the silent orderly conversation between the three men, he came to know as Kadaj, Yazoo and Loz.

Kadaj was the youngest and the most insane of the three. Short straight hair and an equally short temper.

Yazoo was the silent one, most mature and crazy as hell. Long hair and delicate features with an interest in torturing and bringing death and destruction.

Loz was the biggest, the oldest and the cry baby. Whenever the loss of their mother was mentioned, he cried a bit.

Mother… where had he heard this before? Who had called someone Mother as well?

'Geostigma,' Kadaj begun suddenly after a long pause, 'is not a disease, it's a gift, from mother. When she desended from the heaven's above, she was defeated. But to ensure her return, she spread out this geostigma, so she could recognize her children.'

Children? Cloud… Cloud had covered his right arm a few weeks after dark spots appeared on his arm. Rufus Shinra was covered in bandages in a weak attempt to cure the Geostigma. He had had the same black spots as Cloud has had. People had died all around him, from geostigma. Denzel had Geostigma…

It happened after Jenova's destruction. After the destruction of Meteor. After the defeat of Sephiroth, the silver haired demon.

Painful realizations were made as Vincent's mind begun to work overtime. These were the children of Jenova, the remnants of a sad era of Shinra. No wonder Rufus wanted to help safe the world: he had known about these three from the beginning.

If they were Jenova's offspring, than they were exactly the same as Sephiroth, or any other Soldier First Class. Superb eyesight, hearing and unbelievable strength, speed and agility were just a few of the characteristics of Soldiers First Class. Probably these had hardened away from civilization as soon as the Shinra empire had collapsed.

Realizing he had hit something dangerous, Vincent believed it was time for something more than just observing. Elena and Tseng had to be somewhere within the slopes of the volcano. Tseng, his former comrade and former enemy, and Elena, he had also known her as a foe. A babbling stupid foe nonetheless, yet a worthy foe. She was good at her job as a Turk, her competence growing each and every time they met. Somehow he wondered how she was doing now.

I'll find about them soon enough. He thought and disappeared into the night, as the three mad men scattered as well. Wherever they would go, their victims would be as well.

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His delicate nose wrinkled in an awful grin, slender fingers grasping the guns, as he hissed as an angry snake whilst backing down. What was this creature of darkness, this motherless mongrel that dared to intervene?

Stepping back he fired at the red haze that descended from the slopes of the long dead volcano; it was too fast and too powerful to fight.

Bright yellow eyes as of black wolves stared at him, sending the shivers down his pale spine; he couldn't fight it, he had lost and he knew it.

As the red haze disappeared, his female victim had disappeared as well.

A sigh escaped his angel-like lips, his younger brother would not appreciate this. Already did he got a taste of the disapproval by the form of a long tormented howl, and the red haze disappeared as fast as it shown itself to him.

'Brother… it seems as if we have lost the Turks.'

'So it is. That red thing took them.'

'I saw that.'

'Don't cry… Loz.' The slender angelic man threw his arms comforting around the muscular man, 'come now… dry your tears.'

'But Yazoo,' he sniffed like a child, 'now we will never find Mother.'

'Oh we will…' the youngest and most insane spoke up, playing with two ID-cards, 'we will.'

'May I see them, Kadaj?' Yazoo took them from his brother and observed them for a few minutes, taking in whatever information he needed to know from just the two ID-cards, 'they live in the city of Edge, according to these cards. That must be former Midgar.'

'Oh? So their master must be their as well, Turks do not act alone. Rufus Shinra, was it not?'

Happily Loz spoke up, 'and Elder Brother!'

'Yes…' Kadaj smiled softly to himself, an insane smile, 'he does live there. Why not pay them both a visit?'

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TBC