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It contains graphic sex scenes, bad language, blood, gore, torture, smutty evilness, and bad behaving Remnants.
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Escoryal: It is always a joy to talk to you as you give me lots of delicious idea's to torture the victims of the SHM. It's been raining here so I'm stuck indoors, so I thought I'd better put it to good use. Hence the reason for the quick update of this chapter. Yes we can't exclude Vinny now can we? And yes we will see him again. I absolutely cracked up laughing at your line for Yazoo, (everybody on your knees and open your mouth) kinda wish I'd come up with it! Well thanks for your wonderful reviews, you always make me laugh.
Gunitatsuhiko: I don't mind you not logging in, I just love to get your always wonderful reviews. Yes nothing like a good bit of smexing, I'm sure there will be plenty more to come.
To my lovely Guest: I'm really glad you like my Vincent, I've never told anyone this but Vincent was the reason I first got involved with FF. I saw a picture of him and thought'who's that hunk?' then I found Zack and Yazoo and fell in love with them but I still fancy Vincent a lot. I think you're very perceptive to what Chaos is after, but we'll keep that a secret between us.
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A gentle, refreshing breeze caressed her face and Tifa inhaled deeply.
The warm air held a hint of floral aroma which delighted her senses and filled her with a sense of happiness and completeness, something the young woman had desperately missed in the despairing years gone by.
Tifa took in her surroundings, brilliant green grass lay beneath her feet and it stunned her with the zest of its colour. It played out as far as the eye could see, rolling over hills like a huge green swell of a deep-sea with the oddity of a tree dappled here and there.
The carefree woman looked up; the sky was a blue the colour of which she had never seen before, so startlingly crystal clear that it hurt her eyes to look upon it.
Tifa was startled out of her riviere as a foreign sound reached her ears, quickly she turned towards it. The sound, which she not heard in a long time, mixed with a delightful sight.
She could only giggle in response to the childish laughter that emanated across the field to her. The source was a group of children, about six in total, playing together upon the sea of green.
Happy, carefree children, the brunette tilted her head to the side with a large smile spread across her beautiful face. 'All children deserve happiness,' she thought.
And it had been so long since they'd had the opportunity.
However, her smile wavered as she looked closer at the children, they weren't hers. Not the familiar sight of Marlene and Denzel, not the children she'd taken in and protected from the dangers that this decrepit society was plagued with.
Tifa started to walk towards them; they seemed oblivious to her presence as they continued to play, giggling and squealing in delight under the beautiful sky.
A distant rumble sounded and Tifa looked up, what was once a brilliant blue started to darken into a threatening grey. The woman looked back to the children to gauge their response to the thunder, they however continued with their games.
Tifa quickened her pace and the sky continued to growl out its warning, angry for some slight done to offend its fickle nature but the children kept playing.
'Why don't they hear it?' she wondered. 'They should be heading for cover!'
The brunette nearly jumped out of her skin, ducking in response as a deafening loud clap reverberated out from above her, the echo sent out in all directions over the landscape and the rolling hills were literally vibrating under her feet.
'That should have sent them running,' she thought. Only when she looked towards the children, they remained the same, playing happily and seeming quite oblivious to the hazard.
'What's wrong with them?' she pondered. 'Do they not know danger when they see it?'
Another louder crack whipped across the sky leaving her ears ringing and Tifa looked up just in time to see a fireball appearing on the horizon, her heart froze in fear. "Oh the Goddess Minerva, it's Meteorfall!" she mumbled.
Tifa didn't know why she thought it was Meteorfall; it was the only explanation that presented its self to her bewildered mind.
The martial artist sprinted towards the children still playing, she screamed out at the top of her lungs, "RUN!"
Her legs pounded the ground as fast as they could carry her, but as fast as she was, Tifa never came to within range of the children. The fireball rapidly closing now, it would reach them any second, but it seemed the harder she tried, the slower she got. It was if the sea of green turned to mud and each step was heavier than the last, and then the glowing inferno was upon them.
It slammed into the planet with such violence and Tifa was thrown to the ground, the alien meteorite intent on destroying the very soul of this world and Gaia screamed at the devastating blow.
Tifa watched as this sphere was ripped asunder, life wiped from the surface as large chunks of earth were thrown into the air in an ever expanding circle.
As the shockwave hit the children their little bodies were instantly vaporised, Tifa only managed to stand as the wall of oblivion came for her. Why run? It was no use; there was no escape from this destruction.
It reared up as it came upon her and the brunette bravely faced it but chose to close her eyes; the sound surrounded her and threatened to burst her eardrums. 'Any moment now,' she almost cried as her thoughts went out to Cloud.
The immense force never hit her when she'd expected it to, and too afraid to open her eyes and see just when it would, Tifa merely stood and enjoyed her last breath.
The intense rumble eased but it still surrounded her, unable to stand it any longer, the brunette finally opened her eyes and gasped in shock.
It was like being in the centre of a hurricane, the air swirled around her at a speed that held no doubt, that if she stuck her hand out into it, she would lose it. Tifa looked up, the vortex continued to swirl around her and the sky above had turned to an ominous black but, the ground on which she stood was still the same brilliant green grass.
A shimmer of light caught her attention, just feet in front of her and slowly it gained in form. Gold sparkles collided, binding themselves together to take shape. At first it seemed a gilded cylinder. Then it shimmered into something humanoid and took on a human image, one that Tifa never thought she would see again
"Aerith!" gasped the martial artist.
The familiar features of the flower girl smiled sadly at her, "hello Tifa"
The martial artist was perplexed, raising her hands at the wind in question, "Aerith, have you done this?"
Aerith shook her head, her eyes went to the ground and Tifa was sure a tear appeared but the flower girl quickly swiped it away.
"This is not my doing Tifa, I merely created this void to protect you from him, so I could warn you." Aerith looked back up to the brunette, then to the surrounding winds as if searching for something.
Tifa shook her head in confusion, "I don't understand, protect me from who?"
Aerith looked back with a hint of panic in her eyes, "I don't have much time, he has returned, Sephiroth has returned Tifa and he is not alone this time. The three that precede his coming are by far the biggest threat to Gaia. They have unlocked the secret of my bloodline, a secret that goes back to when Jenova first came. If they get a hold of this element, then the future of humanity and Gaia is grim indeed.
"They must not get what they are after Tifa; you must stop her from giving it to them!"
The martial artist shook her dark locks, "Aerith, I don't understand, stop who from getting what? And who is this HER that I have to stop? Aerith please, I don't understand….."
The image of the flower girl wavered and a look of great sorrow crossed her pretty face, "long ago, the Cetra created a weapon to defeat Jenova, though, they were never able to use it. After they pushed Jenova back into the crater, they decided this weapon needed to be kept hidden in case the Calamity retuned. So they concealed it within 3 ancients, this weapon was inherited by their offspring, down along the generations to the last remaining Cetra."
Tifa gasped, "YOU! Aerith, you had a weapon to defeat Jenova?"
The flower girl nodded her head, "that is why Sephiroth destroyed me Tifa, he found out about our secret, and now, so does the three that precede him!"
Confused was an understatement for Tifa, "a weapon created by the Cetra, the three that precede, Aerith, you're not making any sense!"
The young girl sighed, "You must make sense of it Tifa, if you wait to find out the secrets of this weapon, of the three that precede and what Jenova really is then, the others will find you Tifa. They will find you and they will come, then Gaia and the lifestream will be lost forever!"
Tifa's mind reeled; these words didn't make sense at all, "Aerith, you are talking in riddles!"
The flower girl looked around in alarm, "he is here, I cannot help you any more Tifa, I'm sorry my friend."
Aerith faded out but the winds continued to whirl, Tifa had the feeling of dread creep up her spine and wondered if this was the end.
She slowly turned, looking at the encircling wall of wind and despite priding herself on her courage, she screamed as a new figure was standing just behind her, Sephiroth!
Fear left her panting for oxygen, the martial artist had nowhere to go, nowhere to run, and run is what she wanted to do more than anything in the world. Even a death from the ripping winds was preferable than to face this being, this evil entity.
He stood there, Masamune in one hand and the tip of his legendary sword resting on the soil. His eyes rose slowly to meet her terrified ones, his cold smile sent chills throughout every vein in her body, his face partially covered by floor length silver hair; it did nothing to hide that malicious intent behind those abnormal irises.
He was so very tall and so very intimidating, his hair whipping around slightly with the wind, he held his unencumbered hand out towards her and the sound of the whirlwind died down. Though the winds still continued to whirl around them, it seemed his action brought about an eerie silence.
His deep voice boomed out in such a small space, "Tifa, come to me," and it echoed around the small circular chamber. The girl was too terrified to move, her knees were threatening to give out and her bottom lip was being crushed between her teeth to stop it from trembling.
"General," was all she could manage to say at first, then her brain started working again, "why have you come back?"
His smile only broadened, "Tifa, my return will always be predestined, I can never die."
He dipped his eyes and motioned them towards his held out hand again, encouraging her to take it but Tifa was beyond moving towards him.
He lowered his hand; a disappointed look flitted across his face before that typical cold glower took up its usual residence.
The space around her seemed to shrink as the winds enclosed on them. The woman scanned the encroaching wall and finally had to take a few steps in his direction to avoid be swept away. When she looked back, the tip of Masamune was only scant millimetres from her throat.
"If you're not with me Tifa, then you're against me," came his silky smooth voice. "And if you're against me, then you will die."
The brunette clenched her teeth together, better to die now then let life linger on and watch all around you perish.
"I will always be against you Sephiroth, against everything you stand for," she flatly told him.
The Generals head tilted to the side and a sinister smile played out over his lips.
"Tifa," he preened out. "You're such an amusing girl. Do you really think you could ever stand against me and prevail?" he lowered the deadly blade to the side and closed the distance, towering over the terrified woman.
"As long as Jenova's influence still roams upon this planet I will always return, you would have to destroy every single cell to keep me at bay."
The brunette took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Then that is what I'll do Sephiroth, I'll track her down, every cell, every hair follicle and destroy it, you won't return again."
The mighty General gave a deep, muffled laugh, "Tifa, I already have returned, you just don't know it yet," he gave a slight, amused chuckle to let the information sink in.
"And to destroy any chance of my return means you must destroy Cloud to, or did you forget that he had Jenova's cells injected into him as well. She resides inside the man you claim to love yet, you still love him. What a hypocritical view you have, to hate me so much, yet I harbour the same entity inside my body that Cloud does. And yet, Cloud has the same potential to become great and what is he doing with himself lately, Hmmmmmm?" he mocked the woman.
Tifa raged at the comparison, "Cloud is nothing like you, you are a murderer!"
Sephiroth instantly counted her, "Cloud is a murderer, he killed me!"
Tifa floundered for a brief second, "you needed it you bastard!"
Sephiroth smiled menacingly, "then let us see how he goes up against my children, let us see how they will cut him down just like he did to me, that will be an amusing sight indeed, won't it, Tifa?"
The martial artists couldn't stop the rage filling her heart at the thought of Cloud being cut down. She let out a fierce cry, balled up her fist and let the General have it right in the face. Her punch stopped just inches from their target, his gloved hand wrapped firmly around her fist and stopping it dead in its tracks. The menacing wraith squeezed hard, Tifa tried to withstand the pressure as long as possible until it became too much and she cried out. As soon as she did he released his grip, her injured hand fell uselessly to her side and he captured her chin within his hand.
His eyes bore deeply into hers and seemingly ripped out every bit of information he needed to know about her.
"Ahhhhhh," he finally said as if finding the weakness within the woman. His fingers gently stroking her cheek, as much as Tifa wanted to slap it away, she just couldn't lift her hand to do so.
He circled around behind the woman as her eyes flitted around, searching for a way out of this situation, her uncertainty very obvious to the predatory wraith hovering over her.
He lent in towards her, resting his head gently against hers. His lips only inches away from her ear, he softly asked her. "Why do you hate me so Tifa? Am I not the product of human engineering? I had no say in becoming what I am; I was so small inside my mother's womb when they injected her with Jenova's cells. How can you hate me for something that is not my own doing, but the doings of man?"
Tifa tried not to fall into his beguiling words, they sounded so convincing at the moment. She never moved away from him, simply turned her head slightly his way.
"You chose your own path Sephiroth, you cannot blame humanity for your actions!" she nervously countered the intimidating presence behind her.
The General sighed, moving now to stand before the young woman. He blinked slowly and a sad look appeared on his face. "Tifa, it was humanity that embedded Jenova into my very being, it was humanity that trained me to be a SOLDIER, humanity had a hand in everything that made me what I am. Humanity created something it didn't understand and when it turned on you, you called it evil."
He reached for her face and Tifa blanched a little but remained where she was. Sephiroth ran gentle fingertips down her cheek, shocking the brunette with the sincerity in his touch and in his eyes.
He continued in hushed tones, "Humanity tried to harness the power of divinity, tried to tame it like some beast for the purpose of their pleasure. The ego of humanity was its own undoing; I was just a victim of circumstances Tifa, the powers that ruled this planet were the ones that orchestrated its demise."
Tifa struggled with his logic, could Sephiroth have just been a victim in this story of tragedy? Was it failure on their behalf that made him into this devastating creature who wreaked havoc on this world?
Tifa tried to sort out her feelings and separate them from common sense. "General, you were the pinnacle of greatness; you were a shining light amongst the tarnished people. To us, you were almost godlike, but you fell Sephiroth. You fell hard and dragged us all down with you, you left us broken."
The wraith sighed heavily and removed his hand from her face, "humanity made me Tifa, you thought you were creating a God, but what you really made was a monster. It is only fitting that your creation be the end of you!"
Tifa shook her head, "no one would have ever thought of you as a monster Sephiroth, you brought that image onto yourself after the destruction of Nibelheim. And you were godlike to us in the beginning; I can't imagine why you would've thought of yourself as a monster?"
Sephiroth face changed into pure hatred and he took two steps back from the young woman. His head lowered and without warning, a huge black wing shot out from between his shoulder blades. Tifa was stunned, she had seen the wing before but never up so close, it was purely majestic to behold.
His hateful glare turned to the wing, "is this not monstrous Tifa?" he asked her.
"Jenova's legacy turned everything it touched into something grotesque, the Cetra all turned, humanity all turned."
Tifa didn't know why but she closed the distance between them and reached out to touch the feathered wing.
"This was not the wing of a monster Sephiroth; this was the wing of an angel, only angels have wings made from feathers! Your vision was distorted, you thought you were a monster and you turned into one. I wonder if it would have been the same if you'd had seen yourself as an angel instead."
The wing shivered and withdrew into the General once again; Tifa watched it disappear a little disappointed at its departure.
Sephiroth gave the slightest smile, his deep voice felt like a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.
"Angels are the messengers of the gods are they not?" he cooed to her. "When an angel delivers punishment to humanity, people say, it is the will of the Gods. How do you know I wasn't delivering such judgement for the sins of humanity when I destroyed Nibelheim? They were, after all, the ones that took the alien Jenova and immortalised her into the very fabric of humanity. It is only fitting that they be punished for that crime! They all knew what was happening in the laboratories, they chose to do nothing, they chose to let these, so called scientists, create these bastardized monstrosities and liken them to Gods. They idolized them, set them above all others, how could the Goddess Minerva not be offended by such actions? She turned their creations against them, that was the punishment of mankind."
Sephiroth let his fingers glide under her chin, tilting her head up to face him. "Was I not the victim in this sad tale Tifa? The very fibres of my being, mutilated by Jenova's venom. My mind, manipulated into thinking unnatural thoughts." His head dipped forward and his next words were whispered against her lips. "Can you spare no sympathy for a forgotten child, one who had no one in this world?"
Tifa's head swam at his closeness and the intoxicating feel of his whispered breath.
His fingers felt strangely pleasant against her skin and her chocolate eyes blinked rapidly trying to dispel the thoughts that entered her mind.
"Yes Tifa," he whispered to her. "I can give you all that he doesn't, all that he willingly denies you. I can make you scream out in pure, unadulterated pleasure."
The visions forcing their way into Tifa's mind almost made her reel in their intensity. Images of her and the General in a lovers embrace, naked bodies writhing wildly in between satin sheets, her back arching off the bed as he plunged inside her tight body. Her cries of wild ecstasy as he filled her womb with his seed, that she could feel his cum enter and fill her almost made her climax while standing there before him.
His smile turned sincere, "yes Tifa, I can give you what you crave. I can give you the love that you deserve, the love that he refuses to give you."
'Does he mean it, does he really mean it?' thought Tifa. Suddenly she wanted nothing more that the images she'd seen in her mind. She wanted him filling her, wanted her womb full of his seed. Cloud didn't love her like this, he probably never would love her with such raw power like Sephiroth. The brunette didn't hesitate any longer; she raised herself up on tip-toes and wrapped her arms around the mighty Generals neck.
"Take me now," she said and he quickly descended upon her lips with a ravenous hunger.
His dominance was overwhelming but Tifa let him take her willingly, she completely surrendered to his lips, hands and the bulge she could feel against her stomach. Their hungry mouths consumed each other starving for more, tongues duelled and Tifa moaned loudly as his hands griped her ass and hoisted her up against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gave no thought to her pants as he ripped them from her body with one hand. She felt him fumble with his own breeches and then his hard, erect cock was at her entrance.
Tifa screamed, bolting upright as she felt hands shaking her roughly.
"What on Gaia!" she yelled looking around and getting her bearings.
"TIFA!" moaned Denzel as he gave her another shake. He was standing beside her bed with the very early rays of the sun starting to creep through her window.
"Marlene pushed me out of bed and said I had boy's germs, I don't have boys germs do I Tifa?" he moaned.
Tifa breathed deep, my Goddess, she had only been a few seconds away from cumming in her sleep, her first wet dream and with none other than Sephiroth. What the fuck?
She wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss Denzel right then for waking her up or snap-kick him out the room?
"No Denzel, you don't have boy's germs. Yes, a serious bad timing issue, but no boy's germs," she huffed in annoyance.
She clambered out of bed and gently pushed the child towards the door, "you tell Marlene that if you've got boys germs, then she's got girl germs," she told him and the boy's face brightened at this new source of information. He ran off to re-start his own little war with Marlene and Tifa moved off towards the bathroom.
'Why the hell Sephiroth?' the woman pondered as she made her way to the shower. 'Maybe because he was Cloud's worst enemy, maybe because out of everyone on this planet, it would hurt him most if to know Sephiroth had spent *special time* with his life long friend?" Her thoughts always returned to the same man, Cloud.
But Tifa had no clue what Cloud felt for her, he remained at a distance. Oddly enough lately, that distance seemed to be growing. The brunette decided she would call him today and see where he was and what he was up to. He never answered her calls but that wouldn't stop her from trying, she'd continue to cling to the hope that one day, her feelings for him would be returned.
Then her thoughts turned towards the dream again, Aerith had been there, warning her of the three that would precede him and that they had found the secret of her ancestry. How could a peaceful race like the Cetra create a weapon to fight Jenova? And those that will find them, it was all too ridiculous
'What crazy thoughts must be lurking in my mind to think of these weird things?' she wondered, it was pure craziness.
Then she remembered what Sephiroth said in her dream, "Tifa, I never left, I can never die."
The woman pondered the possibilities, 'what if that was true, what if he did come back?' The image of herself and the silver slaughterer grunting heavily as he thrust inside her quickly entered her mind; the martial artist cleared her throat as she tried to clear those sinful images. Tifa sighed in despair; she would never view Sephiroth in the same light again.