AN: I just had to save this part for a separate chapter, all the power both Sephiroth and Xander have unleashed upon the Initiative forces and ADAM. And he is rather annoyed with them all and has the power of Earth backing him up on this one. Now I'll try to explain why he has that connection.

In VII his connection with the Weapons was based on sheer mental power gained by his link with Jenova, the same power that let him manipulate Cloud to attack Aeris as well as others with the modification. Now back on Halloween, Sephiroth forged that link with the Weapons of earth, but when the spell was broken, he no longer had the former source of power, thus the parts of him that were used to that automatically sought out alternate power, namely they linked with Gaia through the Weapons.

Now the powers that be had deemed Gaia an unstable force and sealed her away, that power draw woke her up and well, the twisted part of Sephiroth that views Jenova as his mother latched onto Gaia in the same capacity. And as she is still partially trapped by the spells, Xander/Sephiroth is her only connection to her true self, and she is one really ticked off planet. And to think it all came from Sephiroth noticing a few pages about the Weapons in the arctic. Oh, and at least one more Weapon will play a role soon, Oversight is definitely not going to expect this one.

X-Over-Walsh will be dealt with in a creative way, ADAM, well, he'd on a one way trip to the scrap pile. I doubt that D'Hoffryn can do anything more than annoy Xander at this point, but with Sephiroth in there, it may prove quite interesting As for the Sisterhood, I'm not sure if they'd risk themselves with Sephy there to deal with them when they bug his friends. Knights versus Sephiroth, one bloodbath waiting to happen though, a multidirectional rumble with one really, really angry mako infused individual on the loose.

Anime-Ronin-Add in the high pitched squeaky voice and turn him similar to that fear demon....oh the possibilities. I keep on having these odd thoughts of D'Hoffryn and Thrawn being somewhat similar recently, a friend of mine is working on a story involving them both and it kind of stuck in my head.

Sephiroth smiled as his wings slowly flapped, he felt the others rage within him at this monster before him and added his own. Before it had been two minds with common goals but each had different boundaries, but now both minds had one goal, the complete and total annihilation of these pathetic insects.

He felt mother joining his rage as a slow, haunting laugh filled the room as both blades sang through the air.

Xander lashed out, planting Draconis in the cyborg as the Masamune twirled around him, cleaving a gap in the commando teams of Initiative agents like a scythe through a field of wheat.

Anger pulsed almost visibly, but it was nearly corporeal as he moved, an engine of doom.

Hatred flashed through his veins as he chose a spell and cast death on the soldiers around him, watching them all collapse around him like rag dolls, leaving only the strongest agents and the Frankensteinian monster alive.

The blade drew to the side, tearing free of the monster as Sephiroth leaped backwards, preparing more spells for use. His eyes glancing around him with a cold, withdrawn look.

"I have become death," he stated, a wicked smirk crossing his lips, "The destroyer of worlds."

He focused, drawing on the most powerful lightning spell he knew and his smirk widened.

"You know, for a machine, you really are rather lacking in higher brain functions, now you get to deal with a lightning strike level damage to your systems."

Energy cackled around the winged warrior, and released, ripping through it, battering it like a tidal wave. The stench of ozone became overpowering as the blue lightning burned its path into the eyelids of those watching.

The light died to the sound of exploding lights all around and the raining of glass shards. The circuit breakers tripped and the secondary emergency lights came on bathing them all in a blood red glow.

Xander took a step back in shock, the monster was still there, sure he had done some damage, but not enough to stop it, or even slow it down. His mind was working overtime; identifying parts of his enemy with Scanning spells.

Then it hit him, the creature was not just machine, so its other parts gave it some resistance to the spell, enough to divert the power of electricity into, he recognized it, one of the demons that made a part of this abomination was a thunder demon that liked lightning storms.

Then a feral grin crossed his lips as he recognized the variance of the energy coming from the monstrosities organic parts, it was dead, and thus the spell to use was the opposite of Ultima, and he had a chance.

"Oh, I am far from dead," the cyborg sneered as a blade extended and he began to move.

"Well then," Xander responded, feeling the power raging within him, "Let's just test that theory, you are comprised of dead tissue controlled by your machine part, meaning I just used the wrong spell."

Then the fortified base started shaking as he pulled power into another spell, one he had never used before, but he knew it was the one to use, his emphasis on combat and black magic made this one seem of less importance than the few other white magic spells since the same sort of effect could be triggered far more easily with black magic spells.

Light surrounded him, a blinding white light.

"Mother, I feel you," he whispered as the power pulsed and grew around him.

The remaining soldiers realized that this was the time to run as the shaking ripped through the ceiling, exposing the facility to light.

The vibrant green of his eyes and the faintest outline of his body was visible through the raw energy surge.

Gaia channeled her fury through her child, giving him the strength to remove the abomination that threatened her world. Her own anger was multiplied by what had brought it to life. Humanity was not a child anymore, perhaps it had reached its teenage years while she slept, but this, this was unacceptable, and her child would mete out her punishment.

Sephiroth had never felt power such as this. It was calming, peaceful and yet totally ready to strike like a cornered viper against its foes. It was a deadly force, and yet it reached down within him at that part of him that had not been touched by the madness or the bloodlust he carried within him. For a moment he felt different, calmer, more in control than he had ever been since that day in Nibelheim, when he had found Jenova.

The pain and anguish evaporating as Xander regained control.

It was Xander who completed the spell, Holy.

And then the destruction started.

All of Sunnydale shook violently as the white magic fought with the Hellmouth, dueling it out with the very forces of nature at an unprecedented level, the rating was passing ten point on the Richter scale and still climbing, though the actual damage was less than it would seem, the ground looked like waves in the ocean echoing away from the site of the school that had been reconstructed in the months since Xander had left.

Mayor Wilkins was in an absolute panic, the city was being torn apart for the second time within a year. It was unacceptable; his plans were already in jeopardy after the last ones, now he began to plan franticly to try to fix things, and as he did several of his henchmen died in the process.

D'Hoffryn was having trouble coming to the reality of this magic, a variety that was something he had never conceived of at that level. White magic was not supposed to be an offensive weapon like this.

Maggie Walsh stared at the screens, her life's work was being destroyed as she stood there and there was nothing that she could do about it. She screamed in frustration as part of the ceiling caved in, missing her by mere inches.

The light died down, the power fading and revealing that all that was left of his foe was a heap of twisted metal that sizzled in the light, but the angry red slowly fading back to the calmer colors.

He sheathed both blades and glanced around at the now empty base as his wings vanished as they had come. He spotted Walsh and a cruel smile crossed his lips.

Hours later, the only remaining cell in the Initiative base was exposed, but still sealed. Only two occupants were in it, one was a vampire and the other was the now cooling corpse of one Professor Maggie Walsh, and the first rays of the morning sun reached the cell and the screaming vampire collapsed onto the body, incinerating both in the flames of its death.