Taming the Spirit

Taming the Spirit

Flora Winters

I do not own Final Fantasy VII, and I’m not making any money here either. I’m just unleashing my crazed imagination.

Summary: Shin-Ra has bitten off more than they can chew. The corporation really should have just left well enough alone. They now have something far worse than the ghost of Sephiroth to deal with, because it wakes up Genesis in its rage. This story will contain boy-love, strong language, explicit violence, and a few original characters.

Prologue

He could hear the gentle sound of water dripping down into a resonating pool. It was the first sound he had heard in over a dozen millennia. Yes, that’s what the sound was. It was the dripping sound water makes when it falls.

Drip! Drip! Drip!

At first, it was like sweet music to his ancient ears. It was good to have such a feeling back once more. He was slowly beginning to sense vibrations around him again.

The sound the dripping water was making was quickly becoming very annoying now. He wished for the sound to cease, especially when it started to drip onto his face. It was cold and he felt himself rising up out of his long slumber.

The more he began to awaken, the more pain he began to find himself in. What was this? He didn’t know pain. He didn’t even know pain. Pain was no acquaintance of his.

Drip! Drip! Drip!

“Enough!” He roared like a rushing wave of magma. His molten green eyes snapped open, hissing with thunderous fury.

Pain stabbed at him like a billion spears made of starlight. His mouth twisted in confusion, screaming in pain. The very depths of the world growled, roared, and quaked around him.

He rose up out of his crystalline sphere in a blinding rush of shimmering green lights. His glittering hair coiled and curled like rolling emerald ocean waves all around his gloriously nude form. He ascended upwards through the rocks with unknowable speed, becoming the very clouds in the endless sky.

He looked down from his lofty heights, discovering strange machines biting into his body like maggots. They were sucking and draining the very life from him. His mouth gaped in horror and his eyes narrowed into poisonous slits of acidic rage.

“These worms would dare!” He bellowed with the voice of majestic thunder, echoing across the vast seas. “I will cast them down!”

His rage burned and boiled with the fury of the whole planet. He was the planet. He would show these mortals who was in control here.

“My children,” he said, spinning around with the full wrath of a deadly maelstrom. “Who will rise up and defend me in my hour of need?”

His aching heart was all balmy when all of his children spoke with one mighty voice. They would all go for him.

Suddenly his immortal eyes widened. He was gazing through the eyes of humans. His very essence was flowing through their veins where blood should have been.

“What is this?” He roared like a typhoon, sending a storm system raging off across the ocean with a smack of his powerful hand. “What is this blasphemy?”

He quickly descended in a spiraling beam of dazzling light, standing in a massive crater not of his grand design. He remembered this place well. He hated it. It was an ugly scar upon his body.

“Come out!” He shouted in anger. “I’m going to break you for your insolence!”

“Are you he?” A cold, lifeless voice asked from within the darkness. It was deep, like a grave. “Are you the spirit known as Gaeia?”

“Names mean nothing to me, little bug,” he told the stranger, smiling with madness. “I can see through your eyes.” He stomped his right foot, causing the whole titanic crater to violently shake. “Now, come out from over there before I stomp my foot again, bringing this whole place down around your ears!”

“Very well,” the voice chuckled with dark humor. “There is no need to be so rude in my house.”

“Your house?” Gaeia questioned, and then growled like a massive rockslide. “This whole world is my house!”

He crossed his slender, sculpted arms across his chest when the man walked from the dancing shadows. He was tall, powerful, and very handsome. His eyes were frosty green and filled with a deadly glow.

Gaeia floated a few feet up into the air, uncrossing his arms. His impossibly long hair shimmered, flowing like a nest of serpents around his mythological face. The sight of this silver-haired abomination was driving him mad with lust for his blood upon an altar to his greatness. It took all of his will not to simply pick him up and snap his limbs like sticks.

“You’re far more beautiful than any man I’ve ever met before,” the muscular male in black leather said. “But, you’re not really a man.”

“You can’t be here,” Gaeia said, pointing a glowing hot finger at him. “I destroyed you myself.”

She was in this creature, and so was he. This male was a mystical fusion of purity and taint. Who would have done such a stupid thing?

“My mother?” The man asked, cocking a silver brow.

“Queen of Filth!” Gaeia hissed.

“You did injure my mother greatly when she fell upon you like a dark night, thus exhausting yourself,” the tall man chuckled. “You’ve been asleep for so long, only to wake up half-dead.”

Gaeia ignored his impudence for the moment. “Who are you?” He asked, secretly tearing, clawing, and shredding his way through the cells within, looking for the information he needed. He smirked. “…Sephiroth…”

“So, you are a god,” Sephiroth smiled. “I will be as one, too.”

“You?” Gaeia laughed. It was the sound of breaking glass. He sobered so quickly that all was instantly silent. Even the air itself fell still. “I see your arrogant little plan, and it will ultimately fail miserably.”

“Oh, will it?” Sephiroth asked, tapping his temple with one hand, drawing his long sword with the other. “Or, are you only seeing what I desire for you to see?”

Gaeia suddenly saw the large man crawling upon him, marring his perfect white flesh with those arrogant lips.

“Be silent and die in screaming agony!” Gaeia shrieked like a gale, rushing at him with the speed of a mighty tsunami. His fingers had grown into long, emerald talons that glistened with razor-sharp light.

Sephiroth dodged his powerful swipe of doom, lunged up, plunging his sword straight through the deity’s chest. Rocks fell all around the two of them as if in slow motion.

Gaeia froze, impaled, and in raging shock. “You…” He roared in wrath, only to suddenly gasp in terrible pain.

“You’re so weak,” Sephiroth said. His voice was lifeless. “You only exhaust yourself further with this useless show of quickly fading power.”

He jerked his sword free, kicking the stunned god right in his face. Gaeia flew backwards, crashing into a large stone boulder. It shattered like plaster upon his impact.

“I’m not even alive yet,” Sephiroth whispered like the wind. “And you’re already lying at my feet. Are you going to lick between my toes like a good dog?”

Gaeia looked up, snarling in pain. He was going to rip off the fool’s feet, and smash his face in with them.

“I am my mother’s son,” Sephiroth grinned evilly, sheathing his great sword. “I am no part of you.”

“Do you really think so?” Gaeia asked, rising to his feet. His chest wound was slowly healing.

“You really should stay down, or escape while you still have the power to do so,” Sephiroth said. “Masamune is draining away your powers. You’ll be almost like a mortal soon.”

Gaeia sneered. “You impudent little…” He fell to his knees. His chest was burning. Why was his chest burning? It was healed.

“You had better take a breath,” Sephiroth said, walking a little closer. “Before you pass out and I have my way with your unconscious body.”

Breath? What is breath?

“Your time has passed, little god,” Sephiroth said, advancing on him. “How about you kneel before me and kiss the dust from my weary feet?”

Gaeia had had it. He snapped like a volcano. He pounced in all his blinded rage, slashing Sephiroth across the chest with his divine claws. He was instantly blasted with a tainted violet light. It ensnared him like a net, casting him leagues up into the sky.

Sephiroth howled with laughter. “I’ll come for you later!”

Gaeia clawed, hissed, and fought to break free from the powerful enchantment. The winds were roaring all around him as he fell with tremendous speed. He smashed into the ground with the force of a fallen star, causing an explosion of debris. He was blinded by the dust and the intense pain. He felt so weak, fighting to stop the pain in his chest. His chest began to move. He was sucking in air, and letting it out. He sucked in a deep one.

“MY CHILDREN!” He cried out, struggling to sit up. “ARISE AND CLEANSE MY BODY WITH YOUR FLAMES! DESTROY THEM ALL!”

His ears could hear only silence. He could hear nothing. The sounds of the world were mute to him. All he could hear was the sound of falling pebbles and his own breathing.

“Hey!” A voice shouted from the distance. “I think I saw something over this way!”

“Over here!” Another voice called out. “I thought I heard someone this way!”

Gaeia slowly extracted his fallen form from the imprint he had made in the earth’s embrace. He tried to rise into the air. He tried to sink down into the ground. He tried to become the clouds, and the grass. He couldn’t do any of those things. He was trapped in this single form.

“NO!” He shrieked in outrage, stomping his right foot, forgetting to keep breathing.

“Hurry!” A man’s voice shouted. “The other team is going to beat us to the finish line!”

Gaeia heard a stunned gasp from behind. He turned slowly around with eerie grace.

“You,” a man in a mask said. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Gaeia cocked his head to the side. He was breathing heavily. He wasn’t used to this indignity.

“Why are you naked?” The worm asked him. “Were you attacked by bandits?”

“I am that which flows through your veins, mortal,” Gaeia viciously sneered. He rushed forward, punching his fist through the shocked man’s muscular chest, pulling out the glowing life within him. “And it is your purpose to nourish your hungry deity.”

He allowed the dried up husk to fall to the ground. It shattered at his shapely feet like fine crystal. His bone-white flesh began to glow and sparkle like fresh fallen snow under the sunlight. It was slightly easier to breathe. His new form was getting used to it.

“Hold it right there!” Another bug ordered. He was pointing some kind of weapon at him. “You’re in the middle of combat training.” He watched the bug walk towards him.

Yes, that’s right. Come into my web, little fly. I’ll suck you dry.

“Why are you naked out here, Sir?” The insect asked him, getting closer. “Where’s the soldier you were sleeping with?”

The fallen god made short work of him just for asking such a stupid question. He needed their energy in order to stay sane enough in this single form. It wouldn’t be healthy for anybody if he forgot his predicament.

He killed soldiers left and right, thanking them for their sacrifice as they shattered under his feet. He gobbled up their memories, speech, and how to be mortal.

“I really must find myself an open vein,” he smiled with the crazy slowly burning into his emerald orbs. “I want to take a nice bubble bath.”

He stalked up the hill, gazing down upon Midgar. It was like an acne spot that needed to be quickly popped.

“I should have crushed them all the moment I rolled over,” he hissed, flexing his fingers, itching to kill more ticks. “I’m going to burn this whore to the ground.”

Oh, yes he was. He was going to burn it, and he was going to burn it down real good.

He laughed wickedly.

“Sephiroth…You’re such a silly little fool who likes to play with big swords. Well, it’s quite obvious to me that you’re compensating for what you lack in your pants.”

He began to descend the hill, ranting and raving all the way. He was losing it.

“You’re so tiny…just like you’re bitch mother.”

He began to cackle, licking the blood from his fingers. An explosion in the distance caught his wondering attention. One of the reactors was in flames.

That caused him to narrow his eyes. It looked like someone was starting the barbeque without him. Now, that was just beyond rude. They didn’t even wait for him to bring his special sauce. He called it Sunspot. Because that’s what the bitch was going to look like when he got done with it.

“I’ll burn it all down!” He sang, beginning to run like a crazed wind. “As my anger reigns, TILL EVERYTHING BURNS!”

TBC…

Please review when you’re done reading. I really want to know if I should continue on with the plots that are forming in my head.

Flora.

Note: The ending lyrics belong to Anastacia.