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Chapter List
- 1-Diabolic
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen - The END
- 12
- 13
- 14
Diabolic

By Ookami Kasumi

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Thirteen

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They took him!
Laid out flat along the very top of the dusty bookcase, Vincent stared down the long top barrel of his Cerberus pistol. Icy rage burned in his veins. He targeted the tallest of the three men walking with haste down the center aisle of the Nibelheim�s huge main archive toward the exit. The back of the man�s head was perfectly exposed.
They took him!

Two completely useless guards followed at the Turk's heels. The guard on the left carried a sub-machinegun in his hands and a sword on his hip, but the other held the long nozzle to what he had assumed was a flamethrower, though the clear glass tank strapped to his back had been empty.

He�d been wrong, oh so very, very wrong.

The tank wasn�t empty any more.

Inside the clear glass container swirled a silver and green mist threaded with deep violet. It was Sephiroth. Somehow they had captured the ghost with what pretty much amounted to a materia-powered vacuum-cleaner.

Vincent aimed carefully for the back of the tall man�s head, just above the white collar rising above the collar of his midnight blue suit, right below the short and tightly bound horsetail. The two guards following at his heels wore helmets, but those didn�t quite cover the back of their necks. A single bullet in the right place would sever their spinal cords, killing them before they�d have time to make a sound.

He would not miss. His third eye was wide open. He couldn�t miss. Killing all three would be easy. In fact, he would thoroughly enjoy splattering their brains all over the floor.

And then what?

Breaking the tank open might free Sephiroth, but it might not. Materia had been used to catch Sephiroth and degrade him into mist. He had no idea what materia they�d used or how it had been used. He�d never seen that done before. Would releasing Sephiroth from the tank actually release him � or destroy him outright?

Was he willing to gamble on Sephiroth�s existence?

No. Vincent raised the gun�s barrel. Piss� He needed to think before he acted and did something completely irreversible. His bitter rage coiled tight into a knot of glacial hard practicality. Yes, they�d taken him, but they hadn�t destroyed him, they�d contained him, which meant he could be released.

Tseng, the tall one in the midnight blue suit, was a high-ranking Turk, which meant that ShinRa�s new president Rufus, had taken a personal interest in Sephiroth. Vincent frowned. They had contained Sephiroth, not destroyed him� Rufus apparently had a use for the dark angel, but what?

The Turk and the two guards were making straight for the doors. They were leaving without checking the archive. Vincent brows lifted. That suggested that they didn�t know that Sephiroth hadn�t been alone. They didn�t know about him.

The three men stepped through the doors and took a left, clearly heading for the hidden stair.

The lights in the archive went out.

Vincent smiled in the absolute blackness. They didn�t know about him. Good. He dug into his pocket for his cell phone and sat up on the top of the bookcase, his feet dangling over the edge. The phone�s lighted screen was almost searing in the pitch blackness. He squinted and hit the speed dial, then set the phone against his ear.

The phone beeped through the numbers, puttered in connection, then clicked. �ShinRa.�

Vincent�s heart slammed in his chest. Rufus� �This is Vincent Valentine.�

Silence for two heartbeats. �Valentine, how�unexpected.� The voice was polite, calm, and utterly menacing. �If I may ask, how did you get this number?�

Vincent wasn�t about to tell him that he�d taken a phone from the pocket of one of his Turk�s while they were stone drunk at Tifa�s bar, Seventh Heaven. It had been a simple matter of transferring the numbers he�d found into his phone, then returning the phone to their pocket. Simple for him anyway. �I have news concerning Sephiroth, are you interested?�

�He�s dead.� A cold hard denial.

Vincent snorted. ShinRa knew how to keep his secrets, unlike a certain blond asshole. �Yes, he�s dead, but not gone.�

Silence.

Vincent scowled. Clearly he needed more bait then that to catch the man�s interest. He took a calm and even breath. �This also concerns Sephiroth�s three revenants, the ones that caused so many problems last summer.�

ShinRa�s voice was quiet but crisp. �I already know which lab they came from.�

�They weren�t made in that lab. They weren�t clones.�

�No?� ShinRa�s voice held mild curiosity.

�No.� Vincent rolled his eyes. Song and dance, song and dance� Rufus obviously knew, probably from his intelligence reports on that lab, that the three definitely weren�t clones. However, he doubted that Rufus knew what they actually were. �You were lucky in encountering only those three.� It wasn�t exactly an untruth. Vincent didn�t know if there were more, but if there were, Rufus had indeed been lucky to have dealt with only three.

�I see.� Hard tension threaded into his words.

Vincent smiled. Do I have your attention now? He certainly hoped so. �You were the target for that first batch.� This implied that he�d be the target for the next batch. �I thought you might want to know what I�ve learned of the matter, in case personal preparations might be necessary.� This implied concern for his personal welfare.

�Have you told Strife?� The calm polite tone was back in his voice.

Vincent replied just as politely. �I�d rather not concern him unless there�s actual need.� Implying that he didn�t intend to tell Cloud that he�d been fraternizing with the enemy, and also implying that he might continue to offer information to Rufus without Cloud�s knowledge.

�What do you want in exchange, Valentine?�

Vincent smiled. Rufus was definitely hooked. �Information.� What have you done with Sephiroth?

Rufus took a breath. �What kind of information?�

Vincent pursed his lips. �Something that concerns me personally.� This implied that it was something he didn�t intend to share with Cloud; which automatically made it potential blackmail material.

�Such as, Hojo�s personal files on you?�

Vincent�s heart nearly stopped. Blood and hell, he�d looked everywhere for those! �You have them?�

�I have immediate access to some of them.� Rufus sounded pleased, almost smug. �I�m sure with a little time I can track down the rest.�

Vincent swallowed. He had some, not all. It was blatant invitation to allow himself to be blackmailed into �doing favors�. His heart thumped hard. Those files would tell him what he was and how he�d been made, and quite possibly how the making could be reversed. �I see.�

Sephiroth�

Vincent closed his eyes. If he demanded Sephiroth back, he�d never see any of those files.

He could leave Sephiroth with Rufus and let Rufus deal with the return of Jenova?

No. Vincent shook his head. Absolutely not! Sephiroth was his personal demon, his! Sephiroth...needed him. A fist closed around his heart. Sephiroth�loved him. White hot fury boiled in his soul, burning the ache away. And they took him. He would get him back, no matter the cost.

But my files�?

Vincent took a deep breath and released a long sigh. Forget the files. I am what I am. It�s far too late to change that now. He opened his eyes to the darkness of the archive. But those files would look like perfect blackmail material to Rufus ShinRa. �Those files would be most helpful.�

�I�ll have someone meet you, Valentine.�

Vincent snorted. Rufus didn�t want to be alone with him, but then, Rufus wasn�t stupid. He knew damned well that neither he, nor his Turks would be able to stop Vincent if he attacked. Though, Rufus had no reason to think he might. Vincent was known for being one of the Good Guys, someone that saved people. In fact last summer, he�d saved two Turks from Kadaj and his two brothers.

He frowned. That tall Turk had looked familiar. His name, Tseng, had sounded familiar too. Could that have been one of them? He shook his head. It didn�t actually matter. As far as he was concerned, it was just another useful mark in his favor.

He smiled tightly. Few people knew that he�d originally been a ball-busting Turk. Though, if Rufus did know that far into his past, that might actually be another point in his favor. Turks were known to be company-men to their deaths.

Vincent pursed his lips and decided to press his luck. �I thought you might consider this more of a personal concern.� I tell you, or I tell no one.

Rufus sighed. �I�m afraid my schedule is very full, Valentine. A private meeting would be quite difficult to arrange on such short notice.�

Vincent�s brows rose. Oh? He must not be at the brand new ShinRa office building back in Midgar. �I don�t mind coming to you.�

Silence.

Silence.

Silence� Rufus took a breath. �You realize I can�t meet you completely alone?�

Vincent smiled, showing his long teeth to the deep shadows. He took a slow breath to keep his excitement from leaking into his voice. �Perfectly acceptable, as long as they understand that my presence is to be kept absolutely confidential.� Might as well say, �I don�t want Cloud to find out.�

�You have my word.�

�Done.�

�How long will it take you to get to North Corel?�

North Corel? Vincent frowned. That was actually very close, only a day�s flight away. �Two days.� He wanted time to hunt to ensure he was at full strength.

�Oh, are you flying?�

Vincent blinked, then shook his head. Rufus meant by plane or helicopter. He smiled. �Yes.� Though not by plane or helicopter.

�Call me at this number when you reach town. I�ll give you directions on where we�ll meet then.�

�Thank you President ShinRa.�

�I look forward to doing business with you, Vincent.� The phone disconnected.

Vincent closed his phone. So, I�m no longer Valentine, but Vincent. He smiled. You�re showing your over-confidence Rufus. He rose to his feet on the top of the dusty bookshelf and tucked the phone in his pocket. There was no time to waste. He spread his wings and assumed his wraith form. He flew straight out of the archive, his tattered red cape fluttering behind him. Keeping to the deepest shadows, he flitted from the subbasement to the upper floor. In only minutes he was outside.

On the roof of the mansion he assumed his human form and looked north. Snow swirled around him, blown by the mountain wind. He opened his arms and let the darkness rise. The storm of black lightning took him and enclosed him in gleaming black scaled armor. On midnight wings he rose into the sky. I'm coming...

***

Vincent stood at the bottom of the steps and stared up at the double doors of the ShinRa Corporation, North Corel office. The setting sun was warm on his back. This was where Rufus had told him to come. He mounted the steps.

The left door opened outward pushed by a tall man in dark sunglasses wearing a midnight blue suit. His black hair was drawn back into a tight tail. His strong Wutain features shifted into something resembling a smile. The red bindhi between his brows gleamed. �Valentine.�

Vincent�s fingers twitched, but he did not reach for his gun. He schooled his expression to one of mild interest and nodded. �Tseng.�

Tseng stepped back, holding the door open. �This way, sir.�

Vincent entered the cool industrial black and white tiled hallway.

Tseng nodded then stepped past Vincent to lead him to the far end of the hall. They stopped at the steel doors of an elevator. Tseng turned to Vincent. �My apologies, but your weapon, please?� He held out his hand.

Vincent seriously considered just shooting him. He sighed. Not a good idea if he wanted to know where and how Sephiroth was being held. He pulled out his gun and held it out, grip first. He smiled tightly. �Careful, there�s no safety on this.�

Tseng nodded gravely. �I will, sir.� He pulled out a slide card and inserted it in the narrow and barely visible slot to one side. A tiny red light went out and a green light went on. The elevator doors opened. Tseng nodded. �Sir.�

Vincent went in.

Tseng stepped into the elevator and reached for the steel bound control panel. He inserted his card again, and tapped the keypad. The doors closed, and the elevator rose.

Vincent very nearly smiled. All those security measures might work on someone else, but they wouldn�t do a damned bit of good with him. He could rip through walls if he had to.

The elevator rose past the twelfth floor to one unmarked. The doors opened into a broad circular office with plush gray carpet, and curving pale blue walls. Tiny inset lights glowed all the way around the ceiling�s edge. The far wall was almost solid plate glass showing the town of North Corel. To the right was a loveseat and chair upholstered in black leather set behind a coffee table of plate glass resting on a pair of swirling sculptures done in black marble. To the left was a broad black desk that gleamed with polish.

Lounging against the edge of the desk was the youthful president of ShinRa Power and Electric draped in a frost white floor-length coat that hung open. Rufus ShinRa�s blond hair gleamed golden under the small inset lights. His snowy white three-piece suit and warm gold tie shimmered slightly, revealing that it was made of silk. However, the black buckled vest peaking out from under his suit jacket was clearly fine leather. He held a manila envelope open in his hands and was obviously reading the contents.

Two midnight blue suited Turks, both in dark sunglasses, were positioned just outside the elevator doors. A small elegant blond woman stood on the left, and a large dark haired male on the right. They peeked in, stared briefly at Vincent, looked at Tseng and resumed their positions.

Vincent frowned slightly. She looked familiar.

Tseng motioned Vincent off the elevator.

Vincent stepped off.

Tseng stepped out behind him.

The blond woman turned and stepped into the elevator, taking Vincent�s pistol from Tseng in passing. She turned to smile at Vincent. The elevator doors closed.

Vincent turned and lifted a brow at Tseng. They were so afraid of his weapon they didn�t even want it on the same floor? He almost smiled. He was far more dangerous than his pistol.

Tseng nodded toward the room�s interior, indicating that Vincent should go on, and stepped back to take the woman�s original position by the elevator door.

Vincent stepped further into the broad office.

Rufus lifted his head and smiled. �Vincent, come on in.� He closed the folder and set it on the desk beside him.

Vincent stalked closer to the desk and stopped about two arm-lengths away. �Thank you for seeing me.�

Rufus leaned back against the desk and set his hands on his hips. �How was your flight?�

Vincent crossed his arms over his chest, his armored hand folded over the top. He smiled tightly. �Pleasantly uneventful.�

�Good, good.� Rufus tilted his head, his brows furrowing. �Pardon my directness, but your file says you should be nearing sixty, yet you look like you�re barely twenty-one.�

Vincent felt his cheeks heat. �I was twenty-seven when I�� He looked away briefly. �When I stopped aging.�

�Really?� Rufus pursed his lips. �Hmm��

The elevator doors rumbled open behind Vincent. He turned to look.

A tall slender man in a rumpled blue suit that was zippered closed stalked in carrying an electric baton perched on his shoulder. His unruly hair, the color of fresh blood, was pulled back into a tail that fell to his waist. His eyes were a brilliant aquamarine.

Right behind him was a far taller, and more massively built, dark skinned man wearing dark sunglasses without a trace of hair on his head. His midnight suit neatly pressed and showed the subtle bulge of a large pistol under his left arm.

Vincent�s brows lifted. Rufus had brought five Turks?

The slender redhead grinned. �Oh, hi Vincent!�

Vincent blinked, suddenly placing the face. �Reno.� His gaze shifted to Reno�s partner. �Rude.� He�d seen them several times in Tifa�s bar, Seventh Heaven.

Rude nodded.

Reno�s mouth fell open. �Whoa, so you can actually talk!�

Vincent lifted his brows. �When I have something to say.�

Reno�s brows dipped. �What fun is that?�

Vincent lifted his chin over the high collar of his mantle and smiled carefully to hide his long teeth. �You�d be amazed at how much you can learn that way.�

Reno�s brows lifted, then dropped lower, his gaze focusing sharply with clear suspicion. �Have you been talking to Tseng?�

Vincent lifted his brows.

Rude rolled his eyes and gave his partner a shove in the center of his back, rocking the redhead forward.

Reno turned to flash his partner a scowl, but kept moving forward to saunter past Vincent.

Rufus lifted his chin and shot a narrowed gaze at Reno.

Reno visibly flinched, then grinned broadly and kept moving past the desk. Both men positioned themselves on the far side.

Rufus shook his head and smiled at Vincent. �So, what is it you wanted to tell me?�

Vincent�s heart thumped hard. He took a deep breath, reaching for calm. �About Sephiroth��

Rufus smiled tightly. �Oh, there�s no need to worry about him.� He pursed his lips and pulled a luminescent silver-green globe from his coat pocket. �I�ve already dealt with Sephiroth.� He spun the glowing ball on his palm.

Vincent stared at the familiar swirl of colors in the luminescent ball and his pulse beat in his ears. �Have you?�

�Yes, and far more easily than you might imagine.� Rufus tossed the glowing ball up and caught it in his pale palm. �Normally the manufacture of materia is a difficult process. One has to capture the original creature, remove the soul without losing it or damaging it, and then condense that soul into an elemental form that can be materialized into a corporeal form on invocation.� He sighed. �You would not believe how expensive manufacturing an elemental is.� He rolled the crystal between his palms. �Of course they make these differently in Wutai.�

Vincent frowned. What did any of that have to do with�?

Rufus smiled at Vincent �How nice that Sephiroth was already in an elemental state. All I had to do was package him in exceedingly pure, not to mention murderously expensive, crystal.� He held up the silver-green globe

Vincent could not have heard that right. �Are you saying that that is Sephiroth?�

�Correct, though not for long.� Rufus lifted the ball and frowned at it. �This materia is still in a very raw state.� He tucked the crystal into his coat pocket. �After a while, the personality will dissipate leaving nothing but a mindless apparition that I can invoke any time I please.� He smiled and patted his pocket. �An apparition with every magical and non-magical skill Sephiroth ever had perfectly under my control.�

Vincent stared as though encased in ice. Sephiroth had been reduced to a ball of materia? Black fury burst in the back of Vincent�s skull. No! His mouth opened on a snarl showing all his long teeth.

Rufus�s eyes widened.

In a swirl of scarlet Vincent launched himself at Rufus moving faster than the human eye could see. He grabbed Rufus, tossing the man over his shoulder like a rolled rug. Rising his titanium armored forearm, he smashed right through the office�s plate glass window. Shards of glass exploded outward around them.

Rufus didn�t even have time to shout.

Wings opened wide and holding his burden tightly, Vincent sailed out into the night. He hadn�t been able to save Sephiroth as a child, or as a man, but this time he would. Right or wrong, no matter the cost, he would not lose him again.
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