#redeemed!sephiroth

(OH NO ANOTHER ONE THAT'S GONNA BE PAINFUL TO WRITE??????)

Violent Prompts

He wasn’t sure how this had happened. Why he stood alone in the moonlit field, with his ‘father’ before him, taunting him, provoking him. Sephiroth practically growled as he grabbed the scientist’s throat in his hands, crushing tighter and tighter– not enough to kill him, but enough to hurt. He grit his teeth like a raging dragon, remorseless eyes focused and indifferent to the scientist’s pained sputtering.

But things began to change. The night sky merged to day, sun peering over the horizon. And Hojo changed from a greasy, disgusting creature into the familiar, pale-haired woman he’d taken under his wing.

His eyes widened in shock as he slowly let her go, hands shaking as he watched her collapse. She gasped for breath, sides heaving as she fell to her knees. Platinum hair hid any damage he may have caused her neck.

“Aileth...? Aileth, I–” Sephiroth stood still, shocked by his own actions. 

“What have I done?”

Sephiroth kneeled down next to her, placing a hand on her back whilst apologising and trying to make sure she was all right.

He... this was his fault. His mistake for allowing himself to grow close to someone, to think he had any right to put his guard down or accept such kindness after all he had done. He deserved no one, especially not Aileth, especially not after this. 

@onewingedxngel

She paused in her ministrations at the sound of his voice; he’d finally spoken to her, eyes widening at the achievement. The flowers were right it was a good idea, they didn’t always talk but sometimes their whispers reached her; the daisies were their suggestion.

She didn’t know this person or much at all from the fragmented memories that remained after being stored for years submerged in mako- but what she did know was he felt like her and she wanted to learn more. When he had passed through, she silently followed him like a stray, leaving behind the nice people who had helped her relearn to talk and taken her in from wandering the slums.

“I am Project Heir… but the name the others gave me is nicer.” She leaned back to sit on the grass before him crossing her legs and putting both hands in her lap. “the black suits...the Turks…” she had to remember that name. “They called me Aileth.” Tilting her head slightly and offering a small smile.

She watched his face to see if there was a change- maybe he knew of her?

“Don’t have many memories, I was kept in a tank for a long time, the ones I do have aren’t very good.” She shifted uncomfortably, idly pulling at the green blades around her. “But you felt familiar a-and I haven’t seen anyone with eyes like mine before… so I sort of followed. I did meet someone with my face, but her friends didn’t like me. One of them came at me with a big sword and I ended up hurting him.” there was a slight frown on her downcast face at the shameful memory, and how mad everyone had been. “Didn’t mean to.”

“What do you expect me to say?” Sephiroth replied, genuinely befuddled by the strange question. Was that the impression he’d left? He never thought himself as particularly witty so much as he was enigmatic, answering questions with questions, and speaking in metaphors that were admittedly bizarre to anyone who wasn’t him. But he did not particularly fit the description of the so-called ‘smartass’, whatever that was supposed to mean.

“You should not attempt to draw yourself too close to me,” Sephiroth said in a hushed voice. “I have committed the most heinous of crimes. The blood on my hands shall remain forever stained, no matter what I attempt to do.”

His eyes narrowed as he recalled bitter memories.

The lab was deep underground, one of the few that remained intacte enough and with sufficient stockpiles to be operational. Despite the damage both old and new, it was clean and state of the art… well except for the one room that had a small crew slowly working through the carnage that filled it.The blood throughout the room, a good portion of it was unforntuatly from the specimen but the majority of it was the hired muscle. Their broken lifeless bodies only now being moved and the remains prepped to be disposed of- subduing and containing the girl had come first.

They were careful to make detailed notes of not just the fight that had taken place, the amount of drugs that were used but also the amount of time it took and the full extent of the injuries incurred. Dislocated left shoulder, fratured right wrist, oblique frature of the left femur, several lacerations and a large abdominal stab wound.

Working off of corrupted and incomplete files was a challenge but having a live specimen change it all. Not only a living example of what can be achieved but if the files are correct, she was made of all the most precious samples that Shinra had collected. Being built from Cetra, Jenova and the most powerful being that had ever come out of the labs Sephiroth.

Demented eyes staring on coldly as their prize drifted to the bottom of the tube with the glowing liquid draining out. This was their chance, at last, the chance to rebuild, to fix the world as it had been before, before everything went to shit and it all became nothing but slums and hardship everywhere. To go back to the strength and wealth that had existed before their leaders fell and they had lost everything.

The tank was empited and the limp body inside was removed- still alive, nearly completely healed and unresponsive. She had been badly damaged in the initial capture and again during the initial attempt at containment- taking an absurd amount of sedatives to get her to a point that the crew of mercenaries could even just hold her still.

So far the notes were right, as most of the damage was repaired and there was no reaction to stimuli.

Though the files were damaged and difficult to read- they had become nearly incomprehendable disjointed thoughts by the end of the entries; the specimen was supposidly physically resistant to the toxic nature of mako but weak to the cognitive side effects.

For the time being this was perfect- she was preped for the operating theater. Several Iv’s already started, one being yet more mako- to further boost her enhanced healing and finish off the last of the damage and ensure she wouldn’t wake. There was no way in knowing how quickly her body could work through the poison- if it was anywhere near as quickly as the traquilizers, they would be in trouble.

They needed to collect samples before opening her up to see the extent of the modifications that had been done but at the moment they had the arrogance and confidence to stand around arguing if they should or should not cut her hair.

(NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU I'm gonna hate writing this 😭 Yuna’s too nice to him for this violence to feel good 🥹)

@somethingxgreater

Violent Prompts

“I will kill him. Get out of my way. This is your final warning.”

Sephiroth glared at Yuna. Behind her was the fallen, dazed form of his disgusting father. Staring through her, he looked to Hojo as if he was something fundamentally wrong, a pest that provoked an instinctive feeling deep inside to eradicate, to destroy. Hojo’s fear only served to fuel him, to excite him for the coming torture he would inflict upon the man that created, lied to, and used him.

But Yuna blocked the way with determination. She was afraid of him too, afraid that he was falling back into the anger and agony that drove him to torment and maim and kill those who’d done nil to wrong him. But if there was one being on this planet who truly did not deserve life, it was the pitiful, wretched creature that had only caused pain to Sephiroth, and countless, countless others.

As Sephiroth began to march forwards toward Hojo, Yuna stepped in his way, pushing against him, trying with all her might to stop him in his tracks. Sephiroth looked down upon her with anger, “do not intervene,” he hissed as he grabbed her arm in a tight grip. His fingers constricted tighter, tighter, pupils narrowing into enraged slits.

... Too tight. Upon hearing her pained whimpers, Sephiroth’s hold on her weakened before he stumbled back. His eyes widened as he realised what he had done. Upon seeing her now reddening arm, he looked down to his hand. If he’d gone further, he may have fractured her bone. He could still feel how fragile it was.

“Appearances can be decieving,” Sephiroth replied. “I am what I am.”

But Yuna’s words still managed to bring a small, barely-noticeable smile to his face. Perhaps in some ways, ‘angel’ was not an entirely inaccurate way to percieve him. What flowed through his blood was from a being that existed beyond the heavens, and how he yearned for the stars.

Questions/Comments meme

Sephiroth looked to Aileth, not noticing just how melancholic his eyes became at the question. His earliest memories were of labs, strict schedules, checkups, tests, and of the bright ceiling lights that always stung his eyes.

He knew he'd been birthed somewhere, but where that place was he had no idea. It would be foolish to suggest that was a home, for he knew nothing of it, and he hesitated to call the labs his home, for they felt anything but. In fact, what he did know– and feel– was that he belonged nowhere. He should not have been concieved in the first place.