Obsession
By Lady Sanzennine
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Squaresoft Inc.
A/N: Sephiroth’s POV; A glimpse into his fanatical mind and his unseen obsession with Aeris.
Look at you; kneeling there upon the sacred altar at the heart of the City of the Ancients. You’re everything that’s pure and good in the world, everything sweet and holy.
Disgusting.
You are the one true threat to my power? You are the one thing that stands between me and ultimate power? You’re nothing but a wisp of a girl. Ridiculously fragile and hopelessly innocent.
How dare you?
How dare you stand in my way? How dare you oppose me?
How dare you possess the ability to defeat me?
You’re the weakness that I loathe; you’re the pillar of strength that I envy. You should have fallen to the dust eons ago in the filth of the slums. The perfection of your face and body should have long been marred by the promiscuous tendencies of all your kind. When you look into my eyes your gaze shouldn’t remain solid and unwavering –
You should be cowering at my feet, not challenging my power with the emerald fire of your eyes.
So young, so pristine and untainted – I want you.
I hate you for everything you are, for everything you stand for and all you fight for.
I want you for all the brilliance that you are.
I hate you for having survived, for your soul free of festering, dark wounds.
I want you for the hope you embody.
I hate you.
I want nothing more than to hear you scream beneath me – in humiliating pleasure or excruciating pain…either will do. To tear you down from that ivory pedestal and reduce you to the crawling, base life form you should be…
I want to ravage you.
And destroy every last aspect of your purity. Obliterate any remaining, infinitesimal scrap of your revoltingly good presence on this world.
But even then your memory would live on. Not just in the minds of your pathetic, sniveling friends but in mine as well. Your memory will haunt me for all eternity. You’re like a plague, a virus, a potent addiction…
And so I end it now. All obstacles cleared in one sweep – I’ll kill you. In death you’ll no longer be a danger to my destiny. In death you’ll no longer torment my dreams. In death you will return to the planet’s lifeblood and in so doing will soon become a part of me.
You’ll be a part of a God, flower girl, a part of my power. Doesn’t this please you?
And there you will be mine in every sense of the word. I will possess you entirely in the truest sense of the word, for your soul will belong to me.
Doesn’t it excite you?
I lean forward, preparing myself to leap down to where in mere seconds you shall lie lifeless in the arms of that blonde puppet. Should it be a quick death or a slower one so I can savor every precious moment of your scream? Better an instant execution; I wouldn’t want that fool Strife finding a way of saving you from my wrath once your spirit is absorbed into mine.
So goodbye flower girl. I await the day I shall say to you, “Welcome,” for then I shall fully revel in the long denied salt of your tears and the ambrosia of your finally crushed spirit.
Goodbye flower girl. Smile upon your death now, for you go to empower a future God.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
~LS~