Disclaimer: If I owned Final Fantasy VII, this fanfiction wouldn't be possible. Thank you, Square-Enix.
Aerithism
Twenty-six: Actual ending…
The silver-haired child instantly morphed into an all-too-familiar form of the most hated person of Gaia… The former hero… The fallen angel… The would-be god…
Sephiroth.
Heiress stared up at the slightly hovering form. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND! Why would you…? After all this…?"
Thin lips turned into a favorite smirk. "Because… I hate every single living thing on the Planet, and I need all of Mother's cells to take my revenge… Even Lucrecia's portion…"
"She's gone… we've never been apart."
"Killing all of you is just a bonus."
A porcupine-headed man rubbed the back of his head. "You know, Aerith… when you think about it… this actually makes a lot of sense for Seph…"
"CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND POSSESION?"
"Dead. One syllable word. Shouldn't be that difficult to pronounce."
"…I am a fan of the people of Gaia killing each other…"
"The joys of Jenova cells… Amazing, aren't they?"
"… I'm still godlier than you…"
"… I'm an idiot…"
The man smirked, as he reached into a pocket. He pulled out something miniscule and round… White with swirls of green…
"No… It can't be…" Holy.
Sephiroth grinned even wider. "Do you finally understand, Cetra? Your own hope used against you…"
The small brunette shook her head, closing her eyes. "No… This can't be happening…"
"But it is… Goodbye…"
And everything disappeared in a flash of white and blue…
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Marlene sat bolt upright into Tifa's waiting arms.
"Marlene, are you okay? It was just a bad dream…"
The small brunette shook her head against the elder's breast. "I-I don' know… It was horrible…"
"Shh, shh…" Tifa gently rocked the whimpering child in her arms. "Everything's going to be okay…"
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