While Vincent continued his crusade against the Underground, Sanura was left in a most uncomfortable position. Still in her nightclothes, she had been chained spread eagle to a wall for the past two days, and despite her refusal to give in to Chaos each time one of her captors tried to draw it out of her, she knew she was growing weaker.
Once again resigning herself to attempting to sleep even in this awkward position she found herself in, regardless of the cold of this small stone room, she was not surprised to find herself disturbed – as usual – by the sound of the opening door.
Don't look at them. Sanura told herself, keeping her head bowed and her eyes closed. She had no idea what they wanted with her, but she knew looking would make it harder to control herself – all of these people were genetically wrong, and the Chaos in her raged against it. If you look at them, you'll want to let the chaos go.
The new occupant of her cell did not speak, leaving her with only the sound of her own heartbeat, and a chilling sense of fear slowly increasing as the seconds passed. The hair on her arms and the back of her neck was on end from the haunting feeling that stole over the room, and as the door clicked quietly shut, it took all her self-control to continue feigning sleep.
"Oh, dear sister..." That voice, however, snapped her head up, her eyes wide as she found her gaze upon Seraphina leaning against the closed door. "That's what I thought – you could never fool me, could you, dearest sister?"
"Seraphina!" Sanura couldn't help her relieved tone, nor the small smile on her face. "Oh, you're alive..."
"Of course I am." The woman tilted her head to the side a bit, smiling in response. Regardless of the fact that she wore their brother's coat, and her hair was no longer the midnight black that Sanura remembered, this was her twin. "...but I am so disappointed, darling sister... You won't help my friends...they had to send me in to you, they were so surprised by your rather rude refusals..."
"Seraphina...what are you talking about...?"
"Oh, my silly girl..." Heaving a heartfelt sigh, Seraphina shook her head sadly, not moving from her position, one hand behind her back. "Why are you so stubborn? All they wanted was for you to show yourself for what you really are – I feel so embarrassed...Here I told them that, surely my beloved older sister would help me, and here you are, stubbornly insulting my very dearest friends... How could you be so cruel?"
The tone, the way she pouted ever so slightly as she spoke, the way she held her eyes open far too wide to emphasize her plea – Sanura recoiled in horror, trying to pull herself into the wall, farther away from this being. This was not her sister – whatever this thing was, it was using her face, her voice, and twisting it to a macabre simulation of Seraphina.
"Who are you?" She whispered, staring at the creature in unmasked horror. "Seraphina, if that's you, this is a really bad joke – you've never called me "sister" in your life!"
"Why are you being so uncooperative, sister?" She pulled herself slowly from her leaning position, hand shifting to let the massive blade that only their brother had ever wielded slide out from the shadows that had helped her conceal it along the wall. Sanura couldn't help it, she let out a gasp of shock and horror, staring at the bloodstained metal, before looking back to the one with her sister's face. "...what's wrong? Isn't it only natural that I carry our beloved brother's weapon in memory of him? After all, I am only trying to fulfill his wishes..."
Shaking slightly, Sanura watched as her sister stepped closer to her, straightening to her full height, her face tilting up so that she was looking more directly into her sister's face, raised as she was on the wall.
It was as the faint light of the room fell upon mako eyes and a twisted smirk that the pieces clicked into her head.
'If you ever see me again, run. ...until the day I die, I remain a threat to you.'
'She's becoming like them... ... like Sephiroth...'
"What have you done to her?" Sanura demanded, feeling anger rising in the depths of her very soul. "What have you done to my sister, Jenova?!"
"Oh, dear, you seem to have caught on much too quickly." The giggle was enough to make bile rise in the back of Sanura's throat, watching as that figure manipulated Seraphina's body into unnatural mannerisms. "You see, child, I've gotten rid of her. My first vessel was much too strong willed, you understand...and though I did worry for a bit that this one would prove to be the same, it has proven much more ameneable to my whim."
"Seraphina would never leave you to run rampant with her body!"
"But that is where you are so very wrong." The eyes looked sad for her, but the smirk never left as the figure stepped back a bit, watching the chained figure. "It only took a little longer to make her relinquish herself to me – this is much better than my first plan, you know, where I merely sought to get enough of myself to another planet through that other vessel. Now, I can carry out my will myself. And you are going to help me."
"The hell if I will you crazy bitch! Give me back my sister!" Sanura snarled, struggling against her chains. "Get the fuck out of my sister's head, and just die off, you stupid -"
"Oh." The simple utterance of expelled breath was enough to interrupt Sanura's starting rant, staring as she watched her sister's body lift one hand, the blade of Masamune held before her, her gaze never leaving Sanura's. "It seems we are running out of time – my puppet is about to fail his mission. Convienently for me, your sister has been infused with enough of my cells to make nearly every blood cell she possesses a Jenova cell. That should be enough to make you do as I need."
Puzzled by this, it wasn't until she saw the hand slide lovingly across the blade that it clicked in her mind – she knew what Jenova cells brought out of her, no matter how she tried to fight it. Oh no. Seraphina, don't let her do this. If Chaos erupts, I'll kill you both.
Looking into her eyes, Seraphina held up a blood-filled hand, a gentle smile on her lips as she watched the horror dawning in her sister's mind.
"...don't worry, Sanura. Mother will not die by your hand – so neither will my body." As the only true words Seraphina had spoken ceased, the figure flung that palm full of blood into Sanura's face – and in seconds, Sanura snapped her chains and dove for the figure.
She hit the door with a groan of pain, but as she passed through the image, she saw it where it truly was, as Omega rose upwards and within its core, Seraphina's physical body went with it.