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[phantomyre]

In a morbid sense, it was a twisted yet beautiful sight to see Sephiroth holding the head of Sephiroth in his hand—staring in the face of the man who had both created and tormented him; the true source of all of Sephiroth’s nightmares. Even if Hojo had been the cause of everyone’s pain, including Vincent’s, at least he had tasted the goodness that came with humanity, imperfections and all. Sephiroth, on the other hand, had been robbed of all of it before conception. However, was this truly Sephiroth or Jenova?

Sephiroth’s response gave Vincent that answer, and the gunslinger blinked in a mild confusion at first. So it wasn’t Jenova after all… the shift in essence was curious. But if this was Sephiroth, then what was this powerful sensation he felt atop the mountain? Had Sephiroth truly gained the freedom from Jenova’s control? Vincent didn’t immediately respond to Sephiroth and briefly turned part way to look up at the mountain. The power shook the mountain. He could feel a strong pulse growing steadily stronger. He recognized that pulse… Was this where Sephiroth’s physical body had been entombed the entire time? The one he had witnessed falling into the pool of Mako several years back? Realization slowly crept through his mind, and Vincent turned to meet Sephiroth’s figment once more. Though his eyes were still somewhat harsh, they had softened as he began to put the pieces together. He couldn’t be sure if Sephiroth had yet gained the victory over Jenova, but he could easily test that. At least from what Sephiroth had told him thus far, it seemed as though he hadn’t been speaking to Jenova at all… but Sephiroth’s true conscience. The test hadn’t been conducted by Jenova, but by Sephiroth. Perhaps Sephiroth had already broken free from Jenova long ago and the man with silver hair only feigned it up till now. The power that Jenova wielded was beyond belief—having corrupted and destroyed many planets in the past. For Sephiroth to break free of the most terrifying and manipulative entity known to humanity, it bespoke the power of will that Sephiroth possessed. It was more terrifying than Jenova herself. Who was the puppet-master, now? “I see…” Vincent mused allowed, indicating he had realized he was no longer addressing Jenova as he once thought.

This was very advantageous, yet Vincent was also aware that Jenova wouldn’t simply let go of her most valuable asset—Sephiroth. After all, she took on the form of those who the victim was closest to, someone they hated, loved, or feared. But Vincent would give Sephiroth the benefit of a doubt until those signs once again showed themselves.

Directing his attention towards Sephiroth again, he felt those piercing eyes searching his thoughts. As intrusive as it felt, in a sense Vincent wanted Sephiroth to know the truth. Perhaps it now was the time. There was a strong chance Jenova would try to thwart the effort, or Sephiroth would simply deny Vincent's request. Nevertheless, there was no better time than the present. One thing that kept tugging at Vincent's mind was what would happen if Sephiroth did agree to follow through with his request. What would be the consequences? Would he be putting Lucrecia in danger? There was a strong possibility. But keeping Lucrecia in the dark also seemed equally cruel. Sooner or later, Lucrecia would discover her son was indeed alive. What would she do then if he weren't present to protect her? How could he be sure the one he was talking to wasn't yet again Jenova just playing 5D chess and manipulating the gunslinger? And would Cloud and the others be exempt from what he was about to attempt? 'Let me see him. Just once!'

Vincent could remember hearing Lucrecia's cries towards Hojo from within the mako tank; Sephiroth had been separated from Lucrecia long before she could even hold him. Would seeing her son's face finally put her soul to rest? Or would it rip the wounds anew? Was Vincent going to deprive Lucrecia of her son's audience, also? “There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” Vincent began, his pair of crimson colors meeting Sephiroth’s with an equal measure of sincerity.

“In an effort to ensure your success and safety, Jenova made me promise to be your protector. And if I failed to do so…” His brows slightly furrowed, watching Sephiroth’s reactions keenly. “She would take what I cherish most.” Vincent turned in the direction of the cave as he continued to speak.

“Do you recall telling me to venture out? To find ‘my treasure’?” His voice lowered just above a whisper. “Jenova never told you who that was, did she?” Vincent asked, assuming that Sephiroth had been cultivating the seeds of doubt long before he had sensed it. Vincent began to pace and walk passed Sephiroth, looking out in the direction of the cave. “That someone…she wishes to see her one and only treasure, as well.” He then looked over his shoulder towards Sephiroth, only exposing his profile as long black strands hid part of his face. “That treasure... is you.”

A normal human would have probably died several times by now. But even for an immortal with inhuman power, the intense journey, paired with the most violent WEAPON syphoning his energy, had rendered the gunslinger utterly drained. Even worse, the skies were burning up, signaling the end of the world, adding to the mental drain.

“Hmph… is that so?”

By this time, Vincent could feel himself reaching his energy limit. He had traveled with Sephiroth for days, barely rested in between before traveling several more days later on, backtracked for most of the distance, and then high-tailed back in almost half the time. All without resting, except for when Chaos forced him to collapse in sheer exhaustion.

Pathetic…

Moving himself to one of the rocky bordered walls, Vincent leaned his head back, allowing himself the luxury to rest for a moment. He would have to find the others soon and catch up to them. However, the one caveat was Jenova. He couldn’t tell if he was still bound to her whims. It was peculiar with the turn of events. While he had expected the planet to be nearing an end, he hadn’t anticipated for Sephiroth to engage in powerplay. Was this Jenova’s will? Or his own? Could he outsmart even Jenova herself?

The skies rumbled, and the clouds began to stir. Vincent could see the subtle hue shift and what looked to be a very bright orange glow attempting to break through the clouds. So this was Meteor… the terror of the entire planet. All created by a single black Materia. Somehow, Sephiroth had grabbed a hold of it. With how unstable Cloud had been lately, Vincent could only assume the events that took place. But did Cloud manage to escape with the others? He could only hope so. If he didn’t… he would never forgive himself.

Just as Vincent’s mind was beginning to drift into a state of slumber, Vincent’s attention was immediately arrested when he felt a dark presence approach him. There in front of him was Sephiroth—or at least Sephiroth’s appearance.

Recognizing the essence to be of Jenova, Vincent furrowed his brow, his crimson eyes scrutinizing the figure before him. He listened in complete silence.  It was only afterwards that a faint scoff escaped his sealed lips. The compliment felt more like mockery.

Without saying another word, Vincent took up the bloody delivery package and sardonically threw it towards the shape-shifter’s feet. The head of Hojo rolled out of the cloth, coming to a stop at Sephiroth’s boots, glazed pallid eyes staring upward into Sephiroth’s face.

Depending on Jenova’s answer, Vincent would attempt ascertain whether or not she had lost control over Sephiroth’s will. Even if there was a good chance she would twist things around, a predator who lost control over their prey was bound to unleash revenge in some capacity.

A blight upon the face of the planet… never to plague the world anymore. How ironic.

“Hojo may be dead. But his work lives on…” The gunslinger narrowed his eyes up at the mako colored pair above him. He didn’t free Sephiroth from the clutches of the past, only. There was more to it than that. If it wasn’t clear before, it certainly was now.

“I merely eradicated your competition. Now, you can reclaim your thrown as the sole calamity upon the world.” Though his voice was measured, his eyes held contempt. He didn’t need Jenova to confirm or deny his words. Hojo had been a nuisance to Jenova, and he had just been a tool to be her hitman as it was most convenient. Sephiroth wanted closure, and a reason to test Vincent’s loyalty. At the same time, Hojo’s obsession with the Jenova project was likely a road-block that Jenova wanted removed. Two birds with one stone.

Eventually, Vincent stood up to his fullest height. Though weighed down by fatigue, he wasn’t going to entertain Jenova any more than he already had.

“The contract,” Vincent pressed, cutting to the chase. He glanced over his shoulder towards the massive barrier where Sephiroth was awakening. “I’ve kept my promise till now. But will you keep yours?” He had protected Sephiroth up to this point and it seemed his job was done.

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@lostxndbroken Lennox and Sephiroth closed starter

These labs were funded and run from the Shinra energy corp, but they were for military research. To the public, this was just a medical lab but on the inside it was so much more. On ground level it was just seemingly normal tech and clinic, but there were ten stories below ground of labs with each one being more top secret to the last. There were varying experiments, all inhumane. The soldiers were their test subjects, many who went in never left alive. Those were the lucky ones.

Sephiroth has been one of their longest running experiments. A true success in being the perfect killing machine. But the hard part was making more soldiers like him. The corporation needed an army of soldiers as strong as Sephiroth for their plans. That meant more testing on both him and soldiers then recruiting more to replace those who didn't survive the experiments.

Sephiroth was in one of the observation labs, recovering from a long day of testing but it felt more like torture. Atleast at night when most went home he could rest. The observation room was white and empty save for a bed, the metal frame welded to the ground and the walls were all steel and the glass was several inches thick. There used to be other things kept in this room, all taken out after being used to attempt to smash the walls, door and window. The proof being the dents in the walls and the cracks in the glass. He was definitely not here willingly.

The room that Lennox found his way into was the one that looked into the observation room Sephiroth was in. It seemed like a normal lab, a long desk at the window with computers and filing cabinets. There was a speaker that was on the desk to communicate back and forth with Sephiroth. The lab was dark as everyone had went home for the evening, unfortunately the room Sephiroth was in had those annoying white hospital lights and with the walls floor and ceiling all white his room was very bright making it difficult for him to sleep. His bed was only a mattress, no sheets or blanket, not even a pillow. He laid partially curled up, face down with his arms around his head in attempt to block out the bright light. He wore only a pair of black form fitting pants that provided about as much warmth as a pair of leggings would. Long silver hair cascaded over his muscular back that slowly rose and fell with each breath.