AN: Well with the Watchers on the run and Traver's trapped for a long, long while, Sephy's got to have some fun, so now he's coming for the others one by one, part of him, the Xander part is more or less picking targets for Sephiroth's fury. In more simple terms, fun, fun, fun!

Also, the weapon I'm using in this chapter was the one that was destroyed in the beginning of the disk where the weapon problems start in VII, and as it was destroyed by the Junion cannon before it really could do anything, nor was it named, I took the name from Final Fantasy X with the Omega Ruins.

Also as for another change, I'm considering making Dawn older when she arrives, mainly because I doubt the Sephiroth part of him would want to protect her just for her being Buffy's sister.

Aleh- Thanks, my Beta didn't get to read this one, she doesn't quite have the time at the moment, midterms and all. I am fixing it so it should be fixed before I upload this chapter.

X-Over-The initiative is up soon, one of his reasons for going back to Sunnydale, I'm considering bringing in other characters, but I'm waiting for later for Avalanche, I want to wait for Advent Children before they show up, Cloud is a maybe and so are various characters from Kingdom Hearts, Rikku perhaps.

Anime-Ronin- Yep, I wasn't planning on using the frog again for a while, Stop is quite fun to use, one idea I'm considering for a future villain is mini, imagine a miniature Adam or the like.

Sephiroth watched slowly, the prophecy intrigued him. Those who ran were not worth the time it would take to chase them. It was here, like the library back on his home world, in the Shinra Mansion that his life would change once more.

Travers immobile form had been moved up against the wall as the white haired one began to read the ancient tomes around him.

Some say that knowledge is power, but that is a fallacy, knowledge on its own is not power, in fact it is rather worthless when one just has it. Knowledge is in fact only one of the several keys to power. Capability is another and so is ones will.

Xander's mind was busy absorbing the information, looking for ways to apply the knowledge, new abilities and capabilities.

He was also searching for something, the key to destroying the Order of Teraka, they had angered him and he had yet to figure out who would have dared to send assassins after him.

A passage in one of the tomes left by an explorer of the frozen north caught his eyes, a description of something that was trapped in the ice there. A wide grin spread across his face, it was perfect.

The assassins wouldn't know what hit them.

The Grand Master of the Order of Teraka sat there, watching over the assembled. Once every century all of the assassins would gather in this place, an ancient complex well hidden among the sands of the Sahara to confirm their vows to the legacy of the Order.

He stood to speak before the assembled killers of thousands of species of demons and human killers of all kinds.

Then the building began to shake, the ancient clay of the walls giving off waves of dust.

"What on earth?" one of the honor guards stammered as he stared out the window, eyes wide.

"Is that...is that a dragon?" another yelped as he dove for cover.

The darkness that had come at dusk evaporated as a primal scream was heard.

"No," one of the eldest of their number responded to the frantic screams, "That's no dragon!"

Light seemed to collect before the massive monster that moved towards them. It seemed almost draconic in form, but it was no dragon, it seemed older, as old as the planet herself.

To those who went to look, they sensed its power emanating from the point just before where its mouth would be.

The Grand Master moved, running with any who followed, heading deeper to the most secure part of the facility. His mind running through the legends he had heard from the previous Grand Master when he had first joined as an Assassin.

The Order of Teraka was not destined to fall to the machinations of mortal man nor to demon plots, but to the hands of the protectors of Gaia. The creatures that were the last defense line if and when the planet herself was in danger.

His thought no more, not because there was no more, but because that was the moment the creature attacked.

Sephiroth's Mako infused eyes fluttered open with a grin as the Weapon returned to the arctic ice to await his next call.

The destruction was absolutely magnificent, Mother would be most pleased if he was still in the world she was from. Here he could not hear her voice, but his other self, this Xander was proving to be much more interesting to listen to.

He reached over and changed the channel on the television to the news that was now reporting a terrorist nuclear weapon test in Egypt. A smile crossed his lips, the world was in denial of the other inhabitants of this world. Gaia would have nothing to fear from him. His memories of dying in the lifestream had eliminated all thoughts of obtaining godhood, now he sought something far different, if he could not become a god, he would become a force unto himself.

Xander surged to the surface, his mind playing through what he had seen through the eyes of Omega Weapon. He was calm now, nowhere near happy about what his alter ego had done, but it was something that had to be done, and others had to learn that it was not a good idea to attack him.

Perhaps the method used could be considered overkill, but he had made a strategic move. One that made a decisive victory on that front, the watchers had been nothing worth his time, pathetically weak, but the Order of Teraka, they had been the cockroaches of Assassins, and he had eliminated them with one fell swoop.

Somehow he could control these Weapons like the ones Sephiroth could in the world he was from. Part of him desired to know how, but then the answer came from his other self, a memory surfacing from Halloween, the beginning of this nightmare.

When Sephiroth felt weak, he bound the Weapons to him, his mind not comprehending that these ones were not the same ones he had commanded before.

That thought hit him like a load of bricks, Sephiroth's power had been drawn from his connection with Jenova on his own world, and here he had been drawing on Gaia through the link with the Weapons.

His mind deciphered the possibilities of this in a mere instant and he felt the presence of the power surrounding him.

"Hello Mother," he whispered into the air.

The oracles were afraid, the consciousness of the world was awakening after millennia of slumber. Their dominion over the balance had been shattered; she was once more in control.

They began to prepare to set the board to put her back to sleep. The summoning and control of a Weapon had blindsided them, they were to rest until the end, but that had not happened, their foe, the dual entity known both as Alexander and Sephiroth had destroyed millennia of work.

Whistler, their emissary had vanished earlier, the Creator had summoned him for some purpose. And that added a whole new level of difficulty to their plans.

A flash of light informed them that their visitor had arrived.

She looked like a young woman in her early twenties with long blond hair.

"What is it that you want?" she asked with a tone that was almost a sneer.

"To make a deal, we give you the current location of the key you seek and you eliminate someone for us," the two said in tandem.

"Deal," Glory replied with wide smile crossing her lips.