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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
Diabolic

By Ookami Kasumi

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Five

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Vincent was dying for a bath. He reeked of sweat, and sex -- and Sephiroth. Wearing nothing but a gold sheet knotted around his hips, he stepped away from the rumpled round bed. The tiled floor was cool under his bare feet.

The space wasn�t exactly small, the bed was pretty damned huge, but the room was little more than a domed roof and four curtained archways rather than walls. There was no other furniture, certainly nothing even resembling a facility for personal needs, such as bathing.

Vincent strode for the archway directly before him and shoved the sheer curtain aside. He stopped cold. Before him was a brokenly paved and deeply shaded walkway that led through an avenue of trees. He frowned. He didn�t remember this at all.

Alarm washed through him. He didn�t know where he was. He turned around and stepped back in. He strode all around the room looking through the archways until he found the overgrown path he recognized. It was directly opposite the one with all the trees.

Vincent heaved a sigh. Okay� He was in the same room as before. Embarrassment followed right on the heels of his relief. He hadn�t bothered to explore the other doorways before. He�d been in too much of a panic to escape to bother checking his surrounding. He�d just fled through the one closest to him. He tisked. He knew better than that.

Moisture trickled down the inside of his thighs.

Vincent�s face heated and he cringed. Bloody fucking hell�! I can�t take this any more. He wanted a bath, and he wanted it now. But where the hell was the closest water source? Fuck it. He wasn�t in the mood to go searching all over the island by foot when he knew how to find it in one shot.

Vincent lifted his chin and opened his third eye, the one positioned sideways just above his black brows, the one that made him a marksman that couldn�t miss, the one that saw below the surface to the elemental matrix of the living and the non-living. It was the eye he hid from the world under a swathe of red fabric, just as he hid his wings under his tattered cape. It was the eye that saw the soul, the blood-tinted eye of the beast.

The world opened wide in streams of shifting colored lights all the way around, three-hundred and sixty degrees. Birds, trees, grass�all that was living, was outlined in vivid rainbow hues. He could actually see glittering green traces from where the curtains of last night�s life-stream flow had brushed against the trees and the tall grass. The wind currents were marked by delicate opalescent waves. The stone walls held silver gray smudges where they had been worked by something other than nature. The earth underfoot was made of layer after layer of dark jewel tones.

There was no trace of the vibrant blood-purple and midnight-violet hues that marked Sephiroth. Apparently, he wasn�t on the floating island.

Vincent felt something wrench in the region of his heart and viciously squashed it. Why should he care where that manipulative bastard was? He took a breath and shoved the rest of those thoughts aside.

Ruthlessly he focused his gaze, peering through the elements of life, and non-life. Water, he wanted water, preferably hot. Sea water was normally a glowing shift of vivid greens teeming with life. Clean drinkable water was electric blue, and hot water was pale blue and opalescent from all the oxygen moving in it.

Shifting opalescent pale green caught his eye. His breath caught. It was water, and it was hot, but mixed with traces of golden sulfur� A hot spring. Yes! Vincent opened his ordinary eyes to trace where his third eye had been peering.

His inner gaze led him back through the gazebo and out along the avenue of trees. He snorted. His instincts had been right on target all along.

***

Through a sculpted archway and down at the bottom of a broad curving staircase, Vincent found a deeply shadowed cave that curled with steam. The arched ceiling and irregularly curved walls were plain undressed stone. In the very center was what looked like, a natural stone pool of slightly effervescent water.

A quick look with his third eye showed that the water wasn�t boiling, just bubbly from swift currents created by pressured water that had been forced through narrow passages. In fact, neither the cave, nor the pool, were natural at all. It just looked that way to the human eye. In reality the cave had been carved from the bedrock and the pool was a very cleverly made�freaking hot tub!

Vincent groaned. This was beyond perfect, it was a dream come true.

He dropped his soiled sheet and knelt at the pool�s side to splash hot water across his body. After soaking himself thoroughly, he scrubbed his skin with handfuls of fine sand until he was practically raw. There just wasn�t anything else to clean with, and he had no intention of fouling the water with�his filth.

Clean at last, he slid over the side and into the hot water. Heat curled up every descending centimeter of his body, burrowing into all his sore muscles. The bottom was nothing but fine hot sand that felt wonderful on his bare feet. He found a convenient submerged stone against the pool�s edge and sat down, sinking into the water to his neck. It felt so damned good he moaned and let his wings unfurl under the water. With no people, and no wandering monsters to worry about, it was paradise.

Vincent laid his head back on the stone edge and snorted. Well there was one wandering monster, but hopefully Sephiroth wouldn�t think to look for him way down here.

His body relaxed, but unfortunately his mind began to churn.

��Find me a new body�someone of my actual bloodline��

Vincent frowned. He�d known Sephiroth�s birth mother all along, but the father�? Vincent scraped his fingers back through his long black hair. He�d asked Lucrecia more than once if it was him, but she�d insisted over and over that he wasn�t the father of her child. His heart twisted, but it was an old ache. He sighed and smiled sourly. At least he wasn�t committing incest�

Hojo had said that he was Sephiroth�s father.

Vincent scowled. Why the hell anyone would choose to sleep with that vile worm�? He shook his head, shoving that cycle of thought away. He�d had asked Lucrecia if it was true, if it was Hojo, but she�d never answered him. She�d merely dropped her gaze, keeping silent. He frowned. She hadn�t disagreed, but she hadn�t agreed either. And yet she�d vehemently insisted that Vincent wasn�t the father of her child.

His frown deepened. According to what he�d seen with his third eye, Hojo was sterile. Even though the viewing had been well after the fact, it looked like he�d been sterile for quite some time; probably from his habit of conducting experiments on himself. Vincent shook his head. He just couldn�t see how Hojo could have fathered anyone without the help of a test-tube. Vincent sniggered. And someone else�s sperm. It was almost a comforting thought.

Which brought him back to square one; if it wasn�t Hojo, who was Sephiroth�s biological father?

Vincent lifted his right hand and rubbed his temple. His head was starting to pound. All he had were guesses. There was no way of actually knowing. Hojo was well beyond asking, he was good and dead. Not that he would have ever admitted the truth anyway. Vincent snorted. Hell, he might not have even known whose sperm went into the test tube.

Lucrecia was dead too, though not exactly beyond asking. However, he doubted the memory she�d grafted into that computer database contained that particular piece of information. Vincent rubbed his thumb along his bottom lip. On the other hand, if it had been a case of artificial insemination, Lucrecia might not have ever known who the donor was. He winced. �Only who it wasn�t.

He sighed deeply. There was just no way of ever knowing Sephiroth�s bloodline through the father.

His thoughts came to a screeching halt. His eyes opened wide. No, he�d never know the father�s line, but he did know the mother�s.

Vincent lowered his hand slowly and sat up on the stone. His gaze locked on the swirling steam rising from the water. He frowned, sifting through old memories of when he was still a suit-wearing Turk totally infatuated with Professor Gast�s pretty lab assistant.

If he remembered correctly, Lucrecia had gotten that particular position through her family connections. In fact he was pretty sure he remembered her mentioning that it was her mother�s elder brother, her uncle, who had funded her college education. Or was it her mother�s sister, her aunt? He shook his head. It was some connection through her mother. He wasn�t sure which, but he distinctly remembered her saying that her first cousin had gotten her the job with Professor Gast; her first cousin who happened to be in college preparing for the company vice-presidency -- Rufus ShinRa.

Vincent�s breath stopped. He frowned deeply. Sephiroth was a ShinRa? No way! He took a slow deep breath and his brows lifted. It was possible. Sephiroth did resemble Lucrecia in the face at least, but he�d been blond since birth where Lucrecia�s hair was raven-wing dark. He�d had to have come by that hair somehow.

All of a sudden Rufus ShinRa�s personal vendetta against Sephiroth made perfect sense. Vincent snorted. Your basic familial jealousy. Sephiroth was older, smarter, and a freaking war hero. Kind of hard to top all that.

Vincent sank back into the hot water and closed his eyes. So, to find someone of Sephiroth�s bloodline, someone whose body he could steal, he need only look as far as the ShinRas, the ones that had funded his downward spiral into insanity to begin with.

A smile slowly bloomed on Vincent�s face. Talk about your poetic justice.

�Something amusing?� The voice was deep, velvety and completely unexpected.

Vincent jolted so hard he tried to fly backwards, his wings splashing loudly in the water. Unfortunately he only succeeded in bruising his wings against the stone back of the pool. He winced.

Sephiroth stared at him from the other side of the pool, completely naked, one leg already descending into the pool. His wings were folded but lifted behind him. Apparently he didn�t like to get his feathers wet. He smiled sourly and slid into the pool with only a small slosh. �Oh come on Vincent, I am not that frightening.�

Vincent scowled, seriously pissed that he�d been so out of it he�d missed Sephiroth�s entrance. �Oh gee, why would anyone think you frightening? You�re only the star of every world annihilation nightmare for every sentient being on the planet.�

Sephiroth sat down, the water rising to his heart, and bared his teeth. �How many times do I have to tell you�?�

Vincent rolled his eyes. �Yeah, yeah, I know. It wasn�t you, just someone wearing your body.� He snorted. �Do you have any idea how difficult that�s going to be to prove?�

Sephiroth carefully stretched his wings along the outer edge of the pool. �I have no intention of proving anything.�

Vincent stilled. �What? Then how do you expect to�?�

�Why bother?� The dark angel smiled briefly, then leaned his head back against the pool�s rim and closed his eyes. �A new body will give me a new identity. I�ll simply come up through the ranks, so to speak. No one need ever know.�

Vincent sank deeper into the water. �Your talents will eventually give you away. They�re very distinctive.�

Sephiroth chuckled. �It�s highly doubtful that they�ll actually suspect my true identity. They�re far more likely to assume that I�m general Sephiroth�s bastard son from a quick liaison.�

Bastard son� Vincent�s jaw clenched. He�d said that so easily, even though he must have been labeled one himself as a child.

Sephiroth shrugged. �All I have to do is continue to live that person�s life until I can find a way to break all ties, then go elsewhere and start anew.�

Vincent frowned. If Sephiroth took over a ShinRa, especially a high-ranking well-known one, the personality change would be very obvious. Not to mention that he seriously doubted that the ShinRas would allow one of their own to simply walk away. Vincent smiled sourly. �I sincerely doubt it will be that simple.�

Sephiroth groaned. �It never is.� He sighed and lifted his head to smile at Vincent. �We won�t know until you find me an appropriate body.�

Vincent stared at Sephiroth�s finely made jaw line, measuring it against what he remembered of Rufus�

The dark angel frowned. �What is it?�

Vincent blinked. �I was just�� He frowned. �Do you know who your biological father was?�

Sephiroth�s eyes widened briefly, then he looked away. �I was told it was Hojo, but I just can�t see it��

Vincent shook his head. �No, that impossible.�

Sephiroth�s turned back sharply and his brows lifted. �Oh, really?�

Vincent smiled tightly. �He was sterile.�

The dark angel leaned forward and his lips curved in a smile, though his eyes narrowed. �You�re sure?�

Vincent shrugged. �Pretty damned sure. From what I saw�� He lifted a hand and tapped his brow, indicating his third eye. �He�d been sterile for quite some time.�

Sephiroth leaned back taking in a deep breath, then released it in a deep strong roll of laughter. �That�s the best damned news I�ve had since�� He frowned briefly then winked at Vincent. �Since I won the Wutai War.

Vincent groaned. �Blood and hell, how do you fit that ego through doorways?�

Sephiroth lifted his hands above the water. brought them together and then parted them. �It expands and contracts, rather like a bubble.� He pursed his lips. �Though I do have some difficulties squeezing it into smaller rooms��

Vincent stared. Was that a joke at his own expense?

Sephiroth�s brows came together. He waved a finger in Vincent�s direction. �Vincent, your mouth is hanging open.�

Vincent closed his mouth with a snap. Chuckles bubbled up unexpectedly. He raised a hand to smother them, but they escaped anyway.

Sephiroth frowned deeply. �Vincent, are you laughing?�

Vincent took in a deep steadying breath and coughed. �Who, me?� He wiped at his eyes for good measure. �Wouldn�t dream of it.�

Sephiroth sighed dramatically. �Pity, you have such a lovely smile.�

Vincent rolled his eyes. �Oh yeah, sure, if one ignores all the fangs.�

Sephiroth grinned showing his own long teeth. �But, I find fangs sexy.�

Vincent snorted, a smile sneaking onto his lips. �You would.�

Sephiroth�s grin melted into a different kind of smile altogether, and his gaze narrowed. �I do.�

Vincent stiffened in instinctive alarm. His heart thumped in his chest. He turned and grabbed for the edge of the pool. It was time to go.

�Vincent.�

Vincent froze.

�I brought something for you.�

Vincent turned back slowly, his heart beating in his mouth.

Sephiroth moved toward him. His pale muscular chest gleamed with water droplets, each muscle defined by stark shadow. His wings were lifted high over the water and his silver hair trailed down his shoulders and across the top of the water.

Vincent�s breath stilled. He was like a moving, breathing work of fine art; a painting or a sculpture done by a master. The view was quite literally stunning. And stimulating. The blood left his head to pulse far lower.

Sephiroth licked his lips, a brief flash of pink tongue, and his gaze darkened, his eyes dilating wide. �Like what you see?�

Yes� Vincent�s heart slammed and he jolted out of his daze. With his one good hand, he shoved against the pool�s rim and propelled himself right out of the pool in a spray of water. He landed in a crouch with his wings up and ready for instant movement. He planted one hand on the floor between his knees to hide the fact that he was violently erect. What the hell is wrong with me?

Sephiroth�s lunged straight up and out of the water, his wings spreading wide. He flapped once to add to his lift, and landed smoothly as though taking a single step, on the left-hand side of the pool. Water sluiced down his naked form. He turned his back on Vincent and casually flipped a long lock of his silver mane over his shoulder. �I brought this.� The dark angel crouched down by a pile of what appeared to be leather clothes and fished through them. �I found it in what was left of Hojo�s office safe.� He lifted a metal cylinder from the pile of cloth and leather, and proceeded to work off the screw top lid. �It was in his private cryogenic freezer.�

A cryogenic freezer�? Vincent rose to his feet and stepped closer, painfully curious in spite of his blatant erection. �Is it still viable?�

�The freezer was still running, if that�s what you�re asking. Of course it�s thawed now.� Sephiroth tipped the cylinder and something slid out into his palm. �According to the label, this was taken while I was still a child.� Crouched low, he turned toward Vincent and held up a thumb-thick, finger-long vial full to the brim with a thick red liquid. �According to the dates, this was taken well before he started replacing all my organs with those from that�abomination.�

Vincent frowned at the vial. �Blood?�

�It certainly looks that way.� Sephiroth pulled the vial back to peer at it. �I figured that the simplest way to discover a bloodline match would be with a sample of my original biological blood.�

Vincent�s brows lifted. That was actually a damned good idea. A DNA sample was the best way to check for a perfect match. Vincent crouched down by Sephiroth. �Let me look at it. I�ll know if it�s still viable enough to use.�

Sephiroth obligingly held up the vial.

Vincent glanced at Sephiroth�s face. His expression seemed perfectly bland. He swallowed. He didn�t like revealing his third eye anymore than he liked showing his demon hand. He looked back at the vial and took a deep breath. Sephiroth had already seen his eye anyway. He closed his eyes and invoked his third eye, the one that saw on the elemental level.

The world opened wide. Sephiroth�s opalescent glow was very nearly blinding. Vincent winced. �Hold it out to the side. Your body is too�bright to see anything clearly.�

�Oh, my apologies.� Sephiroth extended his arm to Vincent�s right, holding the vial away from himself. �So, I�m bright?�

Vincent focused on the liquid in the vial. �Yeah, like a big neon sign. Your body is white, sort of. Your wings are dark violet, and your halo glows in a reddish-purple.� The liquid still held light, though it was dim and sluggish. He could just make out the unique and identifying color pattern that all human blood carried. He supposed it was his way of seeing the DNA code. And something else�

�I have a halo?�

Vincent felt a smile tug at his lips. �Why do I get the feeling that I just added to your ego?� He leaned closer to the vial. There seemed to be a wave of dark violet that didn�t want to mix with the rest, sort of the way oil refused to blend with water.

Sephiroth shifted slightly. His one sold wing rustling slightly. �I find it amazing that your third eye goes up and down. You�d think it would go side to side like your other two, and there�s no trace of it at all when it�s closed.�

Vincent flinched just a little. Yeah, the up-down direction of his third eye was a bit weird. �It�s not a physical eye.�

�That goes without saying.� Sephiroth chuckled softly. �So, what do you see?�

Vincent snorted. Lots of pretty colors. He sighed and leaned back, closing his eye and covering it with his hand. �I�m pretty sure I�ll be able to spot a blood match.� He opened his ordinary eyes to look over at Sephiroth. �The pattern is dim but it�s still there, but there�s something else is mixed in with it.�

Sephiroth snorted. �That would most likely be the Jenova strain I�d been subjected to since before birth.�

Vincent nodded absently. �That�s my guess.�

Sephiroth nodded and pursed his lips. �So, you�re saying that you�ll be able to spot a match for me on sight.� He fiddled with the rubber stopper on the vial.

Vincent frowned. �If I can get them to hold still long enough for a good deep look, or get a blood sample to look at, yeah.�

�Excellent. However�� Sephiroth reached out serpent fast, and hooked his arm around Vincent�s neck, yanking him hard against Sephiroth�s chest.

Vincent choked and grabbed for the arm around his throat, his feet scrabbling under him, sliding in the soft sand. �What are you doing?�

Sephiroth whispered right up against Vincent�s ear. �I figured that we�d use a more direct and accurate method.�

�Direct�?�

�You are a hunter, first and foremost.� Sephiroth thumbed the stopper off the vial. �Consider this the scent you must follow.� He brought the vial to Vincent�s lips. �Drink.�

Vincent eyed the open vial with horror. �Fuck no!� He grabbed for Sephiroth�s wrist holding the vial. �I�m not drinking that!� He wasn�t about to drink anything tainted by Jenova.

Sephiroth pulled the vial out of Vincent�s reach and tightened the arm around Vincent�s throat. �I�m afraid I must insist.�

Vincent choked and his eyes watered. Can�t breathe�! He clawed at the arm around his throat and jerked his head toward the crook of Sephiroth�s elbow. With the direct pressure off his windpipe he was able to gasp in a shallow breath. What the hell is he thinking?

Sephiroth tisked and tightened his hold on Vincent�s head, holding his pinned against his broad chest. �Why must you always fight me?�

Vincent sucked hard for breath. �Why can�t you take no for an answer?� He couldn�t move his head at all. The arm was rock hard and painfully tight right under his jaw. A buzzing started in his ears.

�Why can�t you simply obey?� Sephiroth�s voice was perfectly calm, even reasonable. �Rather than waiting for someone to hold still for a viewing, you need only bite them and taste their blood to know if you have a match.�

The buzzing in Vincent�s ears was getting louder. �I don�t have to do it that way!�

Sephiroth sighed. �Direct sampling is a faster and more accurate method.�

�Damn it!� Vincent had the strongest impression that he was beating his head against a wall. �Must you always use force?� His fingers were losing strength. He could breathe, well somewhat, so what�?

�Would you do it if I asked nicely?�

�Of course not!�

Sephiroth snorted. �Well, there you go.�

�Bastard�� The buzzing became a rushing wind. Vincent felt his body weakening. He was definitely getting light-headed. Son of a bitch! The bastard is putting pressure on my carotid arteries under my jaw. He�s slowing the blood to my head! If the pressure kept up he was going to pass out. He groaned. �Let me go.�

�All right.� Sephiroth released his arm hold.

Vincent slumped to the sand barely able to think straight. �Crap��

�Here let me help you.� Sephiroth slid his arm under Vincent�s shoulders and lifted him to sit in the crook of his arm.

Vincent stared up at him blearily. �Sneaky� Putting pressure on my carotids.�

Sephiroth smiled. �It worked, you stopped fighting me.� He turned his head and up-ended the vial of blood into his mouth.

Vincent started. �What the hell are you doing?�

Sephiroth turned back and covered Vincent�s mouth with his.

Oh shit! Vincent clamped his lips closed. No, no, no!

Hard fingers dug into the pressure points at the hinge of Vincent�s jaw.

Vincent moaned. The ache was brutal. His jaw popped open, and his mouth with it. Foul tasting tainted blood poured into Vincent�s mouth, and half of it down his throat.

Fingers immediately pinched Vincent�s nose closed, stopping his breath.

Can�t breathe! Vincent tried to choke but Sephiroth�s mouth was glued to his. He kicked out and grabbed Sephiroth�s arm, but his head was still too muzzy to fight properly. If he didn�t swallow, he�d drown. His body chose for him. He swallowed.

Sephiroth immediately released Vincent�s mouth from their hideous kiss. Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth and down his chin.

Vincent rolled from his lap choking and came up on his knees. �Fuck, I�m gonna puke��

Sephiroth grabbed Vincent�s wrist. �Don�t you dare�!� He wiped at his chin with the back of his other hand. �Though I�ll admit that it wasn�t pleasant tasting.�

Vincent sat up and jerked his wrist away. �It was tainted!�

Sephiroth bared his teeth, his lips stained with blood. �It was mine!�

Vincent snarled and raised his wings. �It was also�!�

�Come to mother�� The voice was sweet, warm, and powerful.

Vincent�s eyes went wide. That voice had come from inside his head. �Mother�?�

Sephiroth jerked back, his green eyes dilating wide to black pits. �What did you say?�

The beast that shared Vincent�s soul awoke and snarled to the surface. Black jagged stripes appeared from under his skin. His body erupted with black lightning. The change was upon him.

Vincent howled and fled up the stairs into broad daylight.
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