FACT Page 3 of 3 Begun 10/4/2012 5:03:50 PM

IS NOT: Anyone who is fool enough to think I created Norse mythology or the glory that is Sephiroth is crazier than plot bunnies make me, and deserves to be horrendously pitied. Or Marvel-verse, for that matter. Or… whatever other verse that the eventual other parent gets pulled in from, and how about … ?

On the other hand, anyone who wants to help me pay for mental therapy is welcome to donate through . (Read the Author creative process if you think I don't need it.)

Ficcage:

Gongaga and Costa del Sol were both behind him now, and his company much depleted. His household: Jayla and her son, Mellon; sisters Mia, aged four, and Tasha, six; their brother Tivin, seven; and the now fourteen year old boy, Seraph, remained with him along with Aeria, her daughter Milla; Lexine, her son Koz; and a very quiet, grim older widower, Kaze, and his four children: nineteen year old Cross, sixteen year old Amyth, twelve year old Masenke, and two year old Fin. The older couple, their children, and the two youngest couples had settled Gongaga. The rest had settled at Costa del Sol while he had been reworking the wagons for the journey across the ocean.

His sister would be married to Shin-Ra before he made it back. They might even have a child, because they still had to cross this continent, now that they had finally reached it. Jenova dropped gracelessly into the sand of the beach as soon as he had pulled the last wagon onto it, grateful for the moment to rest.

The Cual and her kittens curled around him a few minutes later. She had, thankfully, had females, so there were no additional kittens trying to take over his bed. Of course, the three did that well enough on their own! Worse, there was bound to be a male Caul around somewhere, and it would no doubt ensure that all three of the blasted things got pregnant at the same time, and then he'd never get the kittens out of his bed!

Jenova rose enough to spread his wings fully before collapsing back onto the sand. He wriggled just enough to be sure he was comfortable, and collapsed into sleep.

Loki drew in his breath slowly, breathed out carefully. His wounds were many, varied, and intensely painful. Another careful breath followed another. His two eldest daughters were dead. Another slow breath. His four eldest sons, and the two youngest, dead. The next breath rattled a bit in his throat. His eldest daughter, properly dead at last.

"Hela," he rasped when she stood over him.

"Don't think I will welcome you to my realm," she hissed at him.

"I… never did…" he managed. "But… someone… must tell…" He coughed, choking on his own blood as his daughter watched impassively. "Tell Jenova… and Loche… my death… siblings… not come…"

"What?"

Loki choked again. "Tell them… siblings… dead. I could not… get them… safely away…"

The ground shuddered beneath him. His magic curled protectively around him, weakened though it was. "Siblings?" Hela hissed. "Are you still on about that? There aren't any others!"

A blue foot landed beside his head, and careless fingers lifted him. He dangled in the giant's grip, his faltering gaze recognizing his true father. "Weak runt," the giant intoned, and tossed him over the side of the bridge.

Panic alone assured Loki had the strength to direct his fall. His magic flared as he focused everything he had on the stars that lit the night sky of Minerva.

"I hate being female," Jenova groused, rubbing her belly. "I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate it!"

Shin-Ra chuckled, ducking his head to suck on a nipple. "You only hate it because the baby's making you sick," he murmured before suckling again. Jenova moaned softly, her fingers digging into his hair to ensure he would not escape – not that he tried to get away.

They both screamed a moment later. Jenova curled around her belly, protecting the small life within. Shin-Ra clutched at his head before his body began convulsing. Several other screams were followed by panicked shouting. The pain ebbed. Jenova uncurled slowly, and turned to face her lover.

"Shin-Ra?" she whispered disbelievingly. "Shin-Ra?"

The blond lay still. Blood trailed from his ears, his nose and mouth, from the corners of the wide-open blue eyes that stared sightlessly into the sun. Jenova shifted closer. His chest did not rise and fall, and his pulse did not beat against the fingers she pressed against his neck.

"Shin-Ra?" she whimpered before another wracking wave of pain swept over her. Shin-Ra's body dissolved before her eyes, turning into bright green sparkles. A few of them kissed her skin as they passed, while others seemed to settle within her, easing the pain.

She focused on the source, not noticing how her skin shifted to her natural blue. And then she… jumped… to the location that brought the most pain, and found what was left of her mother just outside the Sacred City. That was the last thing she truly remembered until agony lanced through her belly once more, and she watched her silver-haired, green-eyed son sag against the tank surrounding her as a teen with bright, spikey blond hair like Rala's pulled a sword from both of them before running away.

Tentacles burst from her, ripping the tank apart and catching her child. Her son. Her son! How? When? What had happened after – oh. No wonder she had screamed Laufey's name when she had torn apart the Sacred City. He had destroyed her mother!

She focused her magic on her son, healing him as well as she could. It was difficult, given her condition, but better for him to survive than to die! "How…?" she murmured, and winced at the sound of her own voice.

"Mother," the man said, reaching up to cup her face. His eyes were wide and bright, intelligent, and utterly without sanity. "Mother."

Jevova ran a hasty magical check over herself. The babe in her womb was gone, so she ran one over the silver-haired son she held. He was hers, yes, her son and Shin-Ra's, but there was... more to him than just them, now. There were faint traces of Miklain, of Lexine, and of Kaze, as if their genes had been diluted and mixed with those that had created her child.

"Mother," he said again.

"My son," she whispered back, reaching out to stroke her fingers through the beautiful silver hair. She rested her hands at his temples. "Tell me everything," she ordered, and began to read the memories her words invoked.

"We will punish them," she told him when the memories ended. "We will destroy this world, if that is what it takes to right the wrongs done to us, my son. Come, take me from here. We will begin immediately."

Right up until his sword cut through her neck, revenge was a perfectly wonderful idea.

Characters:

Shin-Ra – the lovely blond boy is, yes, dear Rufus' many greats grandfather, and Jenova's sometimes lover

Faladin – this dark-haired beauty is Vincent's many greats grandfather, and a great deal more amusing

Krystal – the redhead, who has the grave misfortune of mothering Scarlet's line, is Jenova's current girlfriend

Rala – another blond… The bunny is still ominously silent concerning her. I begin to worry.

Miklain – a brunette boy, typically quiet and studious… and… well… the father of Hojo's mother's line

Jorran - this is the guy who fathers Genesis' line, and that lovely one takes after the father of the line.

Loche – Loki and Tayla's daughter, hasn't a bit of magic in her blood, nor any obvious Cetran qualities. Somehow or another, Loki managed to sire a perfectly normal child. Sixteen at time of writing.

Jenova - the oldest of the group, de facto leader, Loki's child sired by a mortal Japanese shogun. Aged 30 at time of writing.

Author creative process goes here:

And… yes, there we go. Nov. 5, it's officially done!

Jewel stares at it a bit. "Not real sure I particularly approve of where this went, but, well, it does kinda sorta make sense? Maybe?"