Soliloquy Symphony
by Great Materia Hunter Yuffie
1st Movement: JENOVA
We knew him in the womb.
You look disgusted, for some stupid and human reason. Perhaps you do not comprehend.
We were with him when he lay sleeping, dormant and growing inside his flawed mother. He was strong even then. Even before we changed him.
We remember reading his genetic coding, perusing it like a bad novel, reading the story of his life before he would live it. Brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin, fairly short, freckles, bad eyesight, cist on his neck, susceptible to brain cancer, heart disease, (this, then was the true story of Sephiroth!) and completely bland in every way but one.
The string of coding remarking on his intelligence was long and beautiful, almost glowing with strange power.
The JENOVA cells are all special, separate and unique. We kill, we spread, we join together, then we travel on, more powerful than before. To react, infiltrate, and attack at a cellular level, we are sentient at a cellular level. Every part of us has a plan, separate dreams and desires, separate motivations.
One of us paused, the others already attacking the infant, killing it and absorbing it. It paused, thinking, then called a question.
The question had no words, rather it was a culmination of different thoughts, thousands, millions, with a question mark stamped on the end.
We needed a child. We were scattered across the world and could not join together again without help. We had had children before, but not for millions of years. Wordlessly, thoughts raced back and forth like lightning, like synapses firing, and a call to action was raised.
We would make this our child. He was a sacrifice on an altar; we knew the sire injected us into the child willingly, if not in total comprehension (not that it truly would have stopped us, but it is so much easier to change an infant already growing in the womb), so we took him.
And we changed him.
Gone were the imperfections, the cancers, the problems, the pigmentations (our children are white-on-snow, always) the weaknesses. We re-wrote him to our will and pleasure, creating perfection once again. We erased coding, inserted new, using the weak matter already there to form a Perfect Child. We inserted ourselves into the coding, becoming part of him forever. We could speak to him, direct him, control him. We changed his story. Strength, power, magic, intelligence, memory, beautiful, white-on-snow.
He was perfect, our child.
But his weak mother...while the embryo was the most important one in the history of the backward Planet, the mother had no significance at all.
So we ate her instead.
Slowly, so the child could be born, of course. We change life how we wish. We make beauty. We make evil. We changed her through the placenta, reaching her and corrupting her coding, taking her energy.
The child was born and the human woman died, but we kept her alive.
We do not give up our children, any of them, so easily to death.
AN: Real short, sorry. Thanks for reading. This is an on-goingfic, with about 30 chaptersfull of one-shot Sephirothy goodness. I'll update this once a day until it is done. Criticism's fine, but you don't have to review if you don't want to.