A Mother's Love
Chapter 2
Rating: Mature
Warnings: This is my first submitted fic so please R&R.
Summary: The much feared but least know character of the final fantasy vii universe speaks out.
Timeline: From 2000 years before FF7 to just after AC
It wasn't enough, not nearly enough to stop me. The emotions, the humanity that were attacking me wasn't enough to change the purpose of me. It was so easy, easy to seduce them into my arms. Such innocence such trusts were all mine to exploit however I saw fit. I created drones emotionless, brainless dolls that for the most part that simply followed me everywhere until they either died of hunger or exhaustion. I would go into the minds of the living and find what they most longed for the smile of a mother's face, a touch from a long dead fathers hand that nod of approval. Still the real need and emotions came though when I showed those beguiled lambs a lost lover. This longing all from a repetitive, rhythmic friction but it ran through the conscientious thoughts of all. Quite often their last moment would hold a thought of a cool hand on warm skin or an eager mouth exploring a hidden spot. I was curious and then angry because I was curious. What was it perhaps a connection, a momentary joining that made all the struggles worthwhile? It didn't matter, why did it matter to me? I ran my hands over my increasingly frequent female form the soft rounded breast, firm stomach and the slick wetness between my legs looking for that completion but never finding it. I could have ordered my pawns to satisfy me but I knew that having an empty puppet is not the same as having someone who needs to be close to you. I tried to contain my surprising jealousy but it was there. I never before would have noticed but now the sunset was catching my eye and I found myself enjoying the feel of a cool breeze through the summer day.
A few of my victims became more then just drones. A few had extraordinary potential to begin with; a stronger spiritual energy most likely. Monsters were what they were called, twisted snarling beasts that retained the form of a human but not much else. They were completely under my control and so the gathering of my prey became even easier as I forced them to gather close together for the slaughter.
Suspicions were rising, after I had conquered more than half of them they started to try to fight back. It was inevitable really and honestly it took a lot longer then I thought it would. People still seemed to need and believe the dream that there long lost were coming back to them long after they really should have known better. There were bodies of my dilapidated drones littering the countryside. The stronger ones were ripping villages apart. Of course what the so-called warriors didn't understand was that I wanted them to come to me. They would come in small groups usually all might and determination. At times I let them see me as they thought of me. I had a face and body of an 18-year-old girl beautiful but for my silver hair, pasty white skin and the slanted glowing green eyes of cat. I understand the female conception after all my casualty's called me "Mother" but the rest I'm unsure. Perhaps a mythical figure of some sort, they didn't know themselves so I was unable to determine why. I would let them see me like that and then change before their eyes, as they got close. Maybe into a young helpless child or a beautiful or a scared young woman or worse yet someone they knew and loved. I was getting to be quite the actress seeing how much I had to study from the memories I was gathering. I would cry and scream cowering at them not to hurt me and even if they did persist usually because of a memory of someone I had claimed, it emotionally devastated them. They would slash at me with their swords as I put my small hands up all wide-eyed with terror and innocence and helplessness. When thecombatant he or she was done they would fall to their knees weeping at massacre. For even though they knew they were fighting a horrible creature their hearts and eyes told them differently. Such liars the heart and eyes are. I would completely regenerate right before their lying eyes and grabbing those poor fools sucking all the miserable delicious pain right out.
Yes I was enjoying myself, enjoying the power and enjoying the pain I was capable of causing. So much pain the whole planet seemed to cry out in anguish as the very best fell to my hand. Their infection of feelings made me sadistic in my joviality and careless in my approach. I couldn't take pleasure in the way they could so built on resentment and maybe even my solitariness I took it in my own way. They had a name for me now simply Jenova meaning calamity from the skies.
I was sure I would never be beaten or stopped. How could I, I was a God compared to them, a Goddess with no mercy only great malice. I thought that way until in a last desperate attempt they did the one thing I couldn't fight. I was so assured of my own powers that I approached without disguise. I was seen coming and together, as one they somehow, I'm not sure how even now, put their minds together and joining as one in companionship and comradely forced me back. At first I didn't know what was happening, it didn't make logical sense to me. It came down to that I was alone, my drones were just extensions of myself, and these beings I had come to subjugate could mentally join together in their love for each other produced a psychic energy I couldn't match. The energy was called "Holy" and it was my downfall. I was sealed away as they attempted to rebuild the world I had destroyed but I didn't die, I just slept until years later I was awoken and my cycle started again.
Author's Note: I've decided to end this story right here it seemed a good spot. I do carry my characterization of Jenova on though in my other story "Rufus", and this could possibly be seen as a prequel to it, so check that out if you like my interpretation of "her". Thanks so much for the reviews they mean the whole world to me.