Lord of the Lifestream
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy or any of its characters
Told from Sephiroth's POV
As Cloud Strife impaled the Ultima weapon into my chest I let loose a death yell. I fell to the ground dead. I awoke in a green river we call the Lifestream. The Lifestream is the resting place of souls. I could finally rest. I could give up my life as a warrior and enjoy eternity. Yet my existence is not meant for peace.
I was conceived in front of something of a monumental rock. On it were runes of a familiar language. The ancient tongue of the Cetra. On it was inscribed,
"He who shall wield the holy blade shall be the heir of this establishment of the Dead. Masamune shall purge the souls of the Wicked and bring righteousness to the holy Lifestream."
In the Lifestream there is no government. However, I understood that the local souls respected Aeris as a spiritual leader. I needed to have power in my afterlife. This was my apparent fate. I would have to kill Aeris Gainsborough.
She usually dwelled near the break of the Lifestream, where souls would come for advice. She used her wisdom as a Cetra to answer them and fulfill them. I quickly began swimming to her. Within the hour I was there. She saw me 100 feet away.
"What do you want Sephiroth?" she asked.
"You believe I can do you no harm, do you not?"
"We are dead. You cannot kill me again."
"Oh but I can. We both know Masamune can destroy your soul."
"You will not defeat me."
"The lies you tell yourself."
I quickly lunged at her only to be blocked by her bar. She hit me with it in the kneecaps. I fell to the ground in pain. I rolled over and jumped into the air. She easily avoided my attack and hit me in my kneecaps. I fell to the ground in pain as she hit me again. I jumped to my feet but I was brought back down by Quake3. I was going to be defeated. I executed Fire3 from the ground. She dodged the attack easily.
I jumped to my feet and stabbed. I missed and was struck in the chest by Aeris' rod. I was in great pain. How can death rob me of my fate? I am a Cetra. I am the son of Jenova. I am a god. I hacked several times missing each strike. I was on the offensive and victory would soon be mine.
"You have committed many murders Sephiroth. They wish to speak with you!"
Souls of deceased Shinra and others began attacking me. I started killing them by the hundreds with my holy Masamune. Resistance was futile. I would be their master. I killed them quickly and horribly. The afterlife was not for them. As I shoved my sword through 1 of the last 10 enemies I noticed it also pierced Aeris. I quickly killed the other 9 leaving me to my prize.
She was impaled in the arm but since it wasn't a kill blow she did not dissipate.
"Sephiroth don't do this." she pleaded to me.
"Slut. You could have helped Mother and I yet you fought in Cloud's name. You are nothing but a whore."
"What do you want?"
"I have committed many murders in the name of my race. It seems fitting I should be the G-d of the Dead."
"You cannot succeed. None shall give knee to the One Winged Angel."
"My power is more than what you think."
I thrust up Masamune and shoved it through her chest. Her soul dissipated. Her afterlife was gone. Souls surrounded me, viewing in horror. It was logical, as their master had just been killed.
"Kneel. Now." I shouted out.
The souls fell unto there knees and pleaded for existence. I hath succeeded. I am the G-d of Death. Now, and forevermore.