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Chapter 1: Despair
It was awfully lonely in Heaven.
That was the thought of one Gabriel, one of the remaining Seraphs who are ranked as the strongest of angels. She appears as an extremely voluptuous woman with a more than average sized hourglass figure, long silky blonde hair like strands of gold, fair peach skin, facial features of a young woman in her early twenties, and shimmering light green eyes that made her known as heaven's most beautiful angel. Her personality was just as beautiful as her appearance would suggest famed for having great kindness and quite humble for even a fair maiden. Gabriel's innocence by nature took that a step further as one would think that the Seraph was a little girl within a woman's body, not even understanding the inclinations of sin and perverse acts.
However, that beauty was marred by a sad frown on her face. She may be innocent in nature, but she is also a being that has lived for thousands of years and in those years she has seen both the best and, far more than should, the worst the world has to offer. These times as of now were truly the worst in her opinion. Over five hundred years ago, the Great War had ended and with it many lives were lost including siblings and her own father Adonai.
A glisten of light shined from her eyes. The lights of Heaven reflected tears yet unshed but nearing the point of bursting. Just why? Why did everything go wrong? Gabriel couldn't help but think that even as thousands of years have passed how could it all have gone wrong so fast. She could clearly remember much better times. A time where she laughed and smiled those she called siblings like Lucifer and Azazel unknowing that they would fall to turn traitor. All that Gabriel was the family she was created surrounded by so many siblings and such a kind father she loved with all her heart.
But now? Gabriel was totally alone with most of her siblings either fallen or dead from killing themselves in the Great War. Those few Seraph still pure like her twin Michael and brother Uriel she couldn't afford to bother. Oh, Gabriel knew that Michael and her other siblings wouldn't hesitate to come and help her, but the responsibilities they now held with Father's death were too important to abandon. She took it upon herself to grieve alone, even if she needed the company of Michael.
She was left in practically a silent realm of light, a part of Heaven where angels used to be born. Now there was no shoulder to cry on. There was no Lucifer to hug her affectionately. There was no Azazel to listen to her problems and offer advice. No Raguel, Raziel, Sandalphon, Tzaphkiel, Tzadkiel, and Haniel to talk to dead as they were. Possibly the worst, there was no Father to let herself cry on his shoulder or to love anymore, himself being the source of much of her grief after his death. Heaven's beauty was alone and all she could do was cry in pain for those she loved, even to the memory of traitors like Lucifer as she never brought herself to hate any that she called brother or sister.
As soon as tears dripped down her face, Gabriel suddenly brought back from her senses flaring. The whole chamber rumbled so suddenly with activity as the floor shifted like moving clouds and rays of light danced above her. Gabriel could not help but widen her eyes in shock and slowly paced back. This very level of Heaven was where angels were created, but it was barren without the death of God to power the system to its full effect. What was happening should be impossible even if all of the remaining Seraph were pouring their power into it.
'C-Could it be...' Gabriel thought in hope.
Perhaps she can have another sister or brother to dote on.
That was washed away when her senses were assaulted by a feeling that was totally wrong, making Gabriel's knees buckle. There was no way describe it but as something that shouldn't be here. Such as shadows coming in wispy trails of ash from the system itself, whereas everything the system produced was always in light. Or the malignant presence that made itself into this plane of Heaven like an invader. Even the Heaven's system screamed trying to correct this grave error, but it could not stop its automatic function to bring life that was foreignstrangnotpossibleerrorerrorwrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrong.
Gabriel flinched when light and shadow clashed and combined into a chaotic mess before her and suddenly implode in a great sonic boom. All functions within the plane of Heaven stopped, going back to its dormant state with the exception of a noticeable trickle of energy centering on a source just in front of Gabriel. When she set her eyes, the Seraph beheld one of the world's strangest anomalies.
Before her was a soul, which was strange in of itself since the creation of angels made the body immediately after the soul of the angel was created. She has seen souls before as a resident of Heaven seeing countless humans passing here to the afterlife. They usually were like motes of blue flame, but the one before her was different. It was certainly not a human soul and in fact felt much like an angel's soul, but there was something very distinct about it. There was something very foreign within the soul that was now angelic. Something that told Gabriel that the angel soul before her was not created by Heaven but rather molded by it. The soul itself appeared as a mass of tendrils of shadows that looked like black ash not yet having a real body to discern the features of the person before her..
Really in this situation Gabriel should have gone to Michael immediately to alert him of this. The only thing that stopped her were the flood of emotions assaulting her mind. Souls in their purest form project their emotional state on anyone near and Gabriel was the more empathic beings getting the worst of it. She felt the pain that he felt screaming out in vain.
AlonealonealonealonewhereamIamIamIamImothermothermothermotherwhereareyoumotherwhycan'tIfeelmotherpleasemotherpleaseanswermeIamaloneIamalonemotherMOTHERHELPME
A pain they both shared of losing a parent and Gabriel in her kindness made a decision.
She need to help this lost soul, no matter who he was. No one should feel this pain. With slow steps, Gabriel approached the mass of shadows that was the soul and reached her hand with an open palm. The tendrils of shadow lashed out in alarm at her approaching limb, but were too weak to pierce flesh. Still, Gabriel did not back down as long as she could do something to alleviate his pain.
"It's okay." Gabriel whispered soothingly, projecting out her light that contained her comfort as if hugging the soul. "It's okay to cry. I am here to help."
She did not know of this mother but it was obvious this soul held her in great deal and without her could only grieve. The Seraph understood that more than ever after losing Father in the Great War. In that understanding, Gabriel knew how to help and that was to offer a shoulder to cry on. At first, the soul seemed alarm wanting to lash out until it calmed down by Gabriel's aura.
"It's going to be fine." Gabriel promised, allowing her light to smother the soul making the tendrils of shadow slow down. "I will help you."
Incomprehensible warbles met her ears as the intangible soul's way of speaking. Fortunately, Gabriel was very well versed in the wordless language. A sad smile appeared on Gabriel's face in response to the soul.
"I'm sorry." Gabriel apologized. "I am afraid I do not know who your mother is. However, you don't have to be alone. I am here for you. Please help me."
A part of her mind knew that this wasn't right. She should've reported to Michael right now about this incident instead of conversing with it. Gabriel couldn't bring herself to do so. While her actions right now were obviously selfless for this lost and mysterious soul, it was ultimately a selfish thing on the Seraph's part. The angel simply didn't want to fail at helping a person again, already heavy with guilt from losing Lucifer when he to the death of her siblings and Adonai in the Great War. If she can help this one person, it would be all the more worth it.
Only now did Gabriel notice a strange glint of light when it hit her face. Directing her attention from the soul, Gabriel found a peculiar sight of sword floating just above them. It was a make from the eastern side of the world, specifically an odachi with a golden guard and the grip being made of black and blue twine. Shockingly enough, she felt a powerful holy aura from the blade, but just like the soul there was foreign wrongness to it.
"Ah." Gabriel said, glancing back to the mass of shadows. "Is that your sword?"
An acknowledged series of warbles followed. The answer seemed to have elicited a smile from Gabriel in return.
"It's a very beautiful sword." Gabriel complimented with a chirp. "What's its name?"
A short series of warbles replied to her.
"Masamune." Gabriel hummed. "Interesting. You're very interesting. Oh, is it okay if I tell a little bit about myself?"
That was how it was for over one thousand years with Gabriel visiting the soul in the creation plane of Heaven. None of her siblings ever went to that plane either too busy with their duties or too heavy with grief to even step foot. Every time that Gabriel could visit, she would him the stories of herself or that of the ongoings of the world. And during all this time, the system of Heaven trickled energy into the soul to form the physical body.
Normally if Adonai was powering the system, the process of creating the physical body for angels would have been done instantly for those with one to three pairs of wings. It took some time to develop the bodies for eight winged angels as they were naturally Ultimate-class in power. Angels with ten or twelve wings needed to have Adonai's full attention as they were Seraphs much like herself and Michael.
Without Adonai's power, Heaven's capability of making a body was drastically lowered, but Gabriel knew that the process should not be taking this long. It only led to the conclusion that the soon-to-be angel will in fact become a Seraph like herself and Michael. She practically squealed in excitement when she realized this. Yet when Gabriel would feel out his energy, she shocked that the level of power Heaven was giving him was surpassing that of a usual Seraph or Satan-class entity and the system was still giving more power as the soul's body demanded for his body. He might become the world's first Super Angel. Gabriel praised that he was going to become strong if only just to cheer him up.
The year was now 2000 as the start of a new millennia. From Heaven, Gabriel watched how the human populace celebrated the new year with fireworks and parades a few weeks ago. For herself, Gabriel decided to meet with the soul again, or well not so much a soul. As of now, his body was fully formed, but the mass of shadows blocked most of Gabriel's view of the person. All that she could discern was that he was tall at six feet in height and she glimpsed locks of silver hair. She knew that at any moment the process of his 'birth' was going to be complete and Gabriel will be the first to greet him.
"It's almost time." Gabriel chirped happily. "Soon, we can talk for the first time, and you can take your first steps. Ooh, I have to show you around the place. You will love it! And then... we both won't be so alone anymore."
As she continued to speak, the male within the writhing shadows moved a little. After a minute, Gabriel stopped feeling the person rousing from his once eternal sleep. The shadows seem to fade away, revealing more the person before her. A muscled hand of white skin reached out towards Gabriel, and in her moment of indecision reached out her own hand to grasp it. Not once did she pry her eyes away from the male angel, dressed in a black coat with long coattails reaching his ankles, black pants and boots, and silver buckles around his waist and shoulders. Her eyes moved to his back to see that he had a full array of twelve black wi-
Gabriel's eyes widened in alarm it struck her heart. No, that wasn't right. That shouldn't be right! His wings should be white. He hasn't even committed one of the seven sins yet. Why are they black already!? The Seraph focused her gaze back to his face, framed by two bangs of silver hair. In that instant, his eyelids opened and Gabriel met the gaze of dark green eyes with cat-like pupils. His lips parted while at the same time their fingers made contact.
"You-"
And then all went wrong as Heaven rumbled and its powers roiled like thunder. Gabriel knew this all too well of the system. It was the sign that it was about to banish an angel from Heaven. To her horror, Gabriel was forced to watch as the newly created Seraph was smothered in blue flames and plummeted through ground. As soon as he was gone, Gabriel knew his presence had totally disappeared from Heaven and banished to the human world, along with the Masamune blade following its master. When it finally clicked, all that Heaven's most beautiful angel could do was scream one name.
"SEPHIROTH!"
(Human World; Kuoh)
Sephiroth opened his eyes to meet the face of the one that spoke to him in his... suffering. His vision greeted by a heavenly splendor made into the form of a beautiful woman. He knew in that instant she was source of the voice and the comfort it brought in the maddening time.
He had little recollection of what happened before. All that Sephiroth realized was that his connection to Jenova - his mother - was suddenly broken. It should not have been possible, even when his soul was suffused into Gaia's Lifestream. Yet somehow not only was he jettisoned from the Lifestream entirely, but his bond with Jenova completely to his very soul. Never in Sephiroth's life could he imagine that horrible feeling of loneliness as he did only as a spiritual mass, not even able to perceive the world around him.
However that woman - Gabriel - gave him comfort at his most hopeless state. He could see her, but her words and aura had a soothing effect on him. Sephiroth did not know how long he was in an incorporeal state, but every moment was filled with Gabriel's words of either herself or the world. Truly, it was thanks that Sephiroth kept most his sanity intact until his body was remade according to the Heaven's system as Gabriel informed many times. Just as strange as the term was to Sephiroth so was his body as it slowly formed nothing more than significant changes compared to how it was supposed to be.
But as soon as he laid his eyes on Gabriel for the first time, Sephiroth was soon smothered in blue flames and felt the sensation of falling at alarming speeds. Fortunately, his new body seems to have extra durability keeping the flames from eating his flesh. Unfortunately, these same flames had an odd effect that he couldn't unfold his wings or use his magic to stop his descent. From the town below, Sephiroth's descent looked like meteor shower to the populace below.
His mind rushed at high speeds going through the plans of a landing strategy. First, he called his precious Masamune to his hand and relished the familiar feel of the grip in his left palm. Next, Sephiroth forced some control into his descent by moving his weight around until his eyes beheld the earth below.
'This should work.' Thought the former SOLDIER as he felt out his energy, ignoring for now the different feel it had as he pulled it forth.
"Slowra."
Upon the word leaving his lips, orange magics taking the distinct shape of a clock ticking backwards surrounded this body. An advanced spell in the field of time manipulation, it was normally used on opponents to slow enemies down. Sephiroth instead casted on himself to slow the time on his descent. Even if it didn't lessen the incoming impact to the earth it gave the former SOLDIER enough time to cast another spell.
"Protera."
A pulse of azure light surrounded Sephiroth's body like a second coat of skin. Protera was a defensive spell and Sephiroth's reserves and skill in the magical arts he had basically summoned a foot of steel around himself for protection. So when he finally made impact hard enough to throw off dirt into the air, Sephiroth barely felt any of the blunt damage. His less-than-comfortable landing was situated in the forested outskirts of the human town, making the residents mostly clueless to his presence.
Green eyes blinked repeatedly till his vision had recovered from the crash. Sephiroth found himself crouched down on one knee. Before getting up, Sephiroth took a moment to assess his body as he brought his right hand up to his face to his study. He felt... strange to put it lightly. It was stranger than when he was suffused into the Lifestream for at least Sephiroth felt a sense of humanity. This body however was different down from its cells to the magic thrumming within him. The best Sephiroth could describe it was that he felt like the White Materia but far less than pure. In some ways Sephiroth was stronger as his magic felt more malleable and the vitality of his body surpassed that when he was in SOLDIER, possibly immortal. He still held properties of the Jenova cells with his telepathic and telekinetic abilities.
Jenova...
For the first time in his life, Sephiroth felt a detachment to the entity at his very soul. Something happened that had completely cut him off from her - it. No matter how hard he tried to think of Jenova, he could no longer think of the entity from the skies as his mother, and in its place was a hole. As of now Sephiroth was completely alone with no Jenova at the back of his head, no Genesis, no Angeal and Zack, and not even Cloud to entertain him. He was almost like puppet with his strings cut, but he wasn't Sephiroth if he let something like this stop him.
Not when he was told of a whole new world for this earth was not Gaia. The air itself was the first sign as Sephiroth was literally breathing in the world's energy whereas Gaia had barely any left due to Shinra draining the planet's blood for power. Comparing Gaia to this world was like sizing a pond to a whole ocean. However, there were two wills to the natural energy with one being the passive life-giving energies exact to Gaia but a majority in the air was filled with a great malice. Sephiroth can only assume this phenomenon could have come about by mistreatment by the planet as a whole, perhaps even something Gaia would have become if Shinra did not drain so much of the planet's life.
Only now did Sephiroth deem it enough to be kneeled on the ground and rose to his full height of six feet. His long silver hair swept down his back unmarred by the dirt on impact and his green eyes lit like gems in the night slit like that of a cat. Those same eyes trailed to his left hand to the Masamune blade in its great length of steel shimmering in the moonlight. It too had gone through some changes now carrying a distinct aura that like himself was similar to the White Materia. Sephiroth smiled, wanting to test this new power his favored blade contained.
There was one last test that caught Sephiroth's attention earlier. Stilling himself, he focused on the familiar sensation of his summoning his one black wing and pulled on it. The sound of unfolding wings came to his ears on both sides, surprising the former SOLDIER. Looking back, Sephiroth was stunned by the sight of not one but twelve wings feathered black sprouting from his back in their majesty. He could feel each one and move them as any real appendage.
"Interesting." Sephiroth commented before folding the wings into his back.
With his self-assessment over, he had to move or risk any passersby noticing him in a crater he just made. Fortunately, the shade of the trees and the dark of the night allowed Sephiroth to blend in due to his clothing. Sephiroth took his time walking through the woods as his eyes took in the sights of nature at its finest. Truly, this was the first time Sephiroth had seen so much life in abundance with his own lives and the memories of the Ancients did not count. All he knew were the dying wastelands of Gaia brought on by Shinra gathering its lifeblood for energy. It was in all honesty a wonder to Sephiroth to see so much green.
But of course his eyes caught the glimmer of lights from civilization as he came to the top of the hill. In walking distance was a whole town full of humans. Sephiroth merely gave a hum of acknowledgement before continuing his way to civilization if just to get his bearings in this world. In no time did the now 'fallen' Seraph find himself walking in the now empty streets of Kuoh.
A scent came to his nose, one of smoke and fire. In that instant, memories of Sephiroth burning all of Nibelheim to the ground came to the forefront, thus marking the first of Cloud's trauma. A wistful smile spread on his face. Good times indeed. Curious, Sephiroth followed that scent till coming in front of a lone burning house.
Did he perhaps cause this? After all, he did come crashing down to Earth in a ball of fire.
Sephiroth was about to walk away to leave the residents' corpses burning in the fires. However, by some miracle a small voice reached him from within house.
"Help... me..."
The small voice was meekly speaking from inside the burning home, but Sephiroth's enhanced hearing heard it as clear as day. His brows rose in mild shock. There was actually someone still alive in those flames, and by how small the voice was it was a child nonetheless.
'Well... this should be interesting.' Thought Sephiroth, making his way into the house.
The fires did not even singe his clothes as Sephiroth walked through the fires. He made his way what was left of a main hall where to his left was a destroyed flight of steps. Laying upon the railing was the charred corpse of a man, but the faint life signal he was looking for was not upstairs. Moving on, Sephiroth made his way into the living room finding a barely distinguishable burnt corpse of a woman, but the position she was showed she was protecting something.
A telekinetic push shoved the woman away, revealing a young boy of only six years old barely alive. Most of his body had severe burns scorched black, but there were patches of untouched skin on his face and arms. His head had tufts of brown hair and one eye was open to reveal golden pupils. After taking in the boy's initial appearance, Sephiroth looked deeper in the boy. In terms of magical ability, the boy's was very poor not even able to cast a basic Cure. However, something deep within the boy like an 'add-on' upon his very soul was dormant and from what little Sephiroth could feel laid great power. Stretching his senses even further via his psychic abilities, Sephiroth peered ever deeper into this anomaly within the boy till he was able to see within this mystery.
Only for Sephiroth's vision to be filled with a great slit eye, a roar filling his ears, and suddenly have his sight pushed away quite violently. His senses back into the real world, Sephiroth felt disoriented, almost stumbling back. Never had Sephiroth encountered anything with that level of resistance with his telepathy. It almost felt like a physical blow to his face, and a renewed his gaze on the prone, dying boy.
A half-cruel, half-amused smile took Sephiroth's visage. This boy was too interesting to let die here, not while he had something like that within him yet to be awakened. Kneeling down to pick him up, Sephiroth carried the boy in his right arm. One glance to the wall rendered it obliterated with a telekinetic push and out walked Sephiroth with his back to the flames. Once outside, Sephiroth summoned his twelve wings to take to the sky to avoid any emergency services that will come here soon.
Sephiroth flew to the far outskirts of Kuoh to its surrounding forest. Along the way Sephiroth used a Cura to heal away the boy's severe wounds, but his life was still fading. He was not really concerned about the child's predicament as much as he was interested in his power. At least the boy will serve to test one last thing.
The twelve-winged angel set the boy down on the ground with his mouth open waiting for consumption. Sephiroth held out his right palm just above the boy's head and with Masamune cut into his hand deep enough to draw as much of his blood as needed. Squeezing his right hand into a fist made Sephiroth's blood drop narrow down and drop into the boy's mouth where it ran down the boy's throat.
What Sephiroth was testing was if his blood still held the capabilities he held in Gaia despite his body's changes. As the successor to Jenova, his cells held the same 'infectious' quality like his progenitor when it infected those of Gaia with its genes. Already, Sephiroth could feel his cells in the blood the boy was given speeding through his digestive system and forcing itself into the boy's bloodstream to infect the boy's cells. Sephiroth did not flinch when the boy began screaming, his body spasming uncontrollably as Sephiroth's cells accelerated the conversion. He could call this a success as the boy didn't explode in a squall of gore and expected him to mutate into a monster.
That is not what happened with the results being more mild than the expectations. The horrid burns across the boy's body began to disappear as Sephiroth's cells made flesh anew. A hum of surprise from Sephiroth has he watched the boy's spiky brown hair smooth down and turn to a silver matching his own. His one burnt eye healed back, but now was a stark green like Sephiroth's to contrast with the boy's left golden eye. Ignoring all of that, Sephiroth could only note how oddly the cells he gave the child were behaving in such a less than extreme manner. They were not just healing the boy, but changing the boy's body to become similar to that of Sephiroth yet not to the extent to be a copy; a hybrid to put it shortly.
As the child began coughing out blood, he suddenly sat up and bent forward clutching his stomach. Golden and green eyes widened in further pain with his increasing screams. The muscles on his back looked be cramping erratically as if they were going to pop out of his flesh. As it would, something did so in the form of a pair of wings just like Sephiroth's, and now the boy's magic had increased dramatically carrying that same 'holy' feel to it.
"What is this?" Sephiroth asked, his brows furrowed.
This was not what he intended for his cells to do to the boy. At the very least, they were supposed to mutate the child and make his a sort of servant, not actually change the child into a likeness of himself with that same holy feel. The cells didn't even fully convert him as Sephiroth could feel human blood within them. Possibly the worse part about this was that the cells were not responding to his control. Sephiroth had basically given a human child his power without any sort of backlash.
A sigh left his lips. He was not irritated by this development, just annoyed. Sephiroth thought he could make the boy into something similar to Kadaj, but his cells had integrated with the boy's body making him his own person. His telepathy can only do so much on the average person as it was used on instigating the negative emotions rather than actually controlling them.
Honed instincts made Sephiroth swing out Masamune to the side, just inches away from where he knew was the neck. Peering in the direction of his would-be-spy, Sephiroth took in a tall man with both black and blonde bangs in his hair and beard. Purple eyes gazed back at him with anxiousness, but not as terrified as Sephiroth was used to. In fact, he would surmise that the man before him was not all that afraid if a fight broke out. To his further surprise, the man sported an array of twelve raven wings, exactly like Sephiroth's.
"Woah, easy there." The man cried. "I mean no harm. Just here to see the newest curiosity."
"Do elaborate." Sephiroth said, angling Masamune closer to his neck.
Credit was given that the man did not gulp at the sharp steel and instead giving Sephiroth a mirthful smile. "It's not everyday that an angel falls from Heaven in such a fashion. But damn, you are something else. Where were you hiding? I certainly should remember someone as powerful as you. But no... you are a total mystery, my fellow fallen. Just who are you?"
"...Sephiroth." The former SOLDIER deemed to answer.
"Sephiroth?" The man said, making a complicated expression. "That's a name Pops would've made, but I definitely should remember someone like you. Not even a pure angel grows to have the power of a Seraph without being noticed."
"All that you have been spouting are words that have no meaning to me." Sephiroth spoke. "Who are you then?"
The man guffawed. "You seriously don't know me? I'm Azazel. Former Seraph of War. Leader of Grigori? Professional seducer of all women? Doesn't this ring any bells?"
"You are wasting my time." Sephiroth inclined, his patience running out with this so-called Seraph.
Azazel sighed. "Okay, you know what? From I've gathered in this conversation, Sephiroth, you are very lost. I don't mean to say that you can handle yourself, but someone like you shouldn't be wandering the world blind to its secrets. You'll be on everyone's radar, and trust me that will not do you any good. Especially if you have that boy with you."
"A proposition then?" Sephiroth assumed, his brows raised. "Go on. What is it?"
"As a fallen yourself, I offer you to join the Grigori." Azazel proposed. "It's basically a haven for those who have been banished from Heaven. At the very least, it's a home to keep us safe, but for you I am willing to offer you resources for whatever you need - within reason. That also extends to the boy here."
"...I accept." Sephiroth answered, pulling Masamune away from Azazel's throat.
In the end, Sephiroth could not decline an offer. He was not foolish to go blindly in this new world, much less make trouble when he can avoid it. The Grigori would serve as a place for now fallen Seraph to get his bearings in this world before making his own moves. This would also give the boy a place where Sephiroth can watch his growth, see what his blood has actually done, and what that power was within him. Perhaps he may train the boy himself to sate his curiosity.
"If you don't mind, what's the boy's name?" Azazel asked. "I usually keep track if a fallen hybrid has been born."
As if on cue, the boy started to release small groans as he woke up to the real world. His mismatched eyes widened in fright when his sight first beheld Sephiroth leaning over him.
"You're awake." Sephiroth said. "You were trapped in a fire, but fortunately I was there to pull you out. Tell me, what is your name, child?"
"I-Issei." The boy spoke in a meek tone.
To the identified Issei's surprise, Sephiroth extended a hand to him. Hesitantly, Issei grabbed onto it and was pulled to his feet. He was surprised how light his body felt when moments ago all he knew was pain.
"Unfortunately, your family had perished in the flames." Sephiroth revealed, making the boy freeze on the spot. "As of now, you will be under my care. Is that clear?"
"O-Okay." Issei mumbled, tears going down his face. 'Mom... Dad...'
Meanwhile, Azazel a few paces back as Sephiroth spoke to the boy. His smile became shaky and the moonlight revealed beads of sweat going down his face. He was shocked to hear that a Seraph had fallen from Heaven. Azazel expected to be Raphael, or dare he hope it was Gabriel so he can witness her wonderful body. But not this man. This Sephiroth exceeded the limits of a Seraph, and when he felt out his power it was like looking at Ajuka or Sirzechs the ridiculous existences they were.
But when Azazel met his gaze, he froze. His spine chilled in absolute fear seeing the malice in those green eyes. It was worse than the fact Sephiroth had raw power on par with a Super Devil. For just a moment, Azazel thought he was staring at Lucifer.
This whole story is basically in celebration of Sephiroth. Not only because of the FF7 Remake, but also the fact he GOT IN SMASH. HE DIDN'T GET INVITED! NAH, HE JUST CUT GALEEM IN HALF TO MAKE HIS ENTRANCE JUST TO SIMPLY TRAMAUTIZE CLOUD LIKE A YANDERE STALKER! Just to point out, he won't exactly be evil, but he certainly is far from good.
In regards to Issei, he is technically Sephiroth's son in this fic, having become a fallen angel hybrid from his blood. As a result, he has inherited his power and some of Sephiroth's traits. By canon, he will be equal to Vali in raw power as what Issei is from Sephiroth as Vali is from Lucifer. However, I am trying to decide whether to give him the Boosted Gear or switch it with Divine Dividing.
Don't expect an update to this story in a long time since I have to get back to college stuff.
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