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Author's Note: Four years after the events of Advent Children, Sephiroth rallies for one last attempt to crush Cloud and become a god. Using the power of Jenova, he forces Aeris back to life in order to endure a twisted game of seduction and surrender. But only from the union of opposites can there be enlightenment, and neither party could ever have predicted what they would get themselves into.

Sepsis, I like to think, is a thoughtful, contemplative fanfic in which I intend to thoroughly explore Sephiroth and his motivations. Be warned, this is not a WAFFY fic, and Sephiroth does not play nice.

When I was a teenager, like many fangirls, I wanted Sephiroth to fall in love, to know the truth, and find redemption. It was so easy back then to pin the blame on Hojo or Jenova, who are as ugly within as they are without.

Sepsis is not going to take that route. So, if you, like me, are looking for a more adult story, a darker story, where Sephiroth stays true to his villainy, then dear reader, I hope you will enjoy this story of love and redemption.

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Sepsis

Chapter 1

By Lyralina Sanzennine

I won't become a memory.

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She is his vessel and he is Her scion.

And though he knows that her presence is a myth, that their blood bond is a lie, he loves Her all the same.

She's the comfort that he rests in and the power that soothes him. She's a plague upon the world, but isn't he the plague that the world created? When the Planet was young and natural, She was the alien on sacred soil. And it was they who ravaged that soil and exploited it to produce him.

Within the Lifestream, his consciousness is alone.

What he remembers is his hatred. He remembers the hypocrisy and the greed, the oppression and the falseness. He remembers dreams of heroism, honor and chivalry, all manipulated by money.

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She is his vessel and he is Her scion.

His consciousness, Her vitality, together and separately they beat with the ebb and flow of the Lifestream.

Humans…still so arrogant. As if some holy water could purge the world of Jenova. As if the will of a dead Cetra could deny Sephiroth his destiny.

He had waited, been patient, for four long years. She had stayed silent, compliant with his will. Deep within the cells of each host, She had grown, Her life force hidden. Her nature, insidious; his plans, undetected.

Waiting, in the waves of the Lifestream, for that critical mass.

Humans forget quickly and are careless by nature. Simple beings whose attention can only be focused for brief moments at a time. Each time they'd loved, they had spread Her essence. Each time they gave blood, they gave Her cells too.

Their bodies incubated Her being. Their bodies would resurrect their god.

He would restore life to its proper balance. Death and decay, as though the Planet itself sent forth a plague to wipe out the weak and undeserving. This is the cycle of life, where the strong will prevail and the weak must give way.

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I am that strength and She is my vessel.

And when he returned to the world of the mortal, those who'd opposed him –

I will extinguish.