Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Search is Over ❯ Out Comes the Evil ( Chapter 2 )

Note: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or its characters.

A/N: WARNING! There is some sexual imagery in this chapter and it's not very pretty. It's quite disturbing and sometimes I question why I wrote it.

Chapter 2: Out comes the Evil

 

"I'm dying my son," the festering form of Jenova wailed in her mako prison.

 

"I know mother. It seems more and more of Hojo's failed experiments are being destroyed by Mr. Valentine," Sephiroth sneered as he said the AVALANCHE member's name. "I should have killed him when I first had the chance, but the puppet distracted me."

 

"Child, we need to find a host that we can control very soon, for I fear that we don't have much time," Jenova's venomous voice hissed seductively into Sephiroth's ear.

 

"I understand. I will find a suitable host. We'll have to lure them to the Northern Crater, but nothing a little mind control and deception won't fix."

 

"Yes my son, go forth with your mind to find me a new body. We need someone strong and powerful enough to fight our enemies, but they have to be weak enough so we can break their spirit," Jenova cackled as she started to unlatch the belts off of her son's trench coat. "I want my revenge on the puppet."

 

"You will have your revenge, I assure you," Sephiroth smirked as he felt Jenova slowly undressing him with her slithering tentacles. He felt himself get aroused by her touch and concentrated on the many ways he could please her.

 

The last time he truly pleased her was when he had killed the last Cetra and his rival Aeris Gainsbough. He remembered how the puppet had been devastated by her death and how weak his mind had become, but lately it had been harder to link with him. He had grown too strong, too cautious.

 

Sephiroth felt Jenova's body grinding against his, yearning for release. His hands pulled her body in closer as he roamed around it to find that sensual spot. "Do you remember when I killed the Ancient, mother?"

 

"Oh yes, you were such a good boy that day," she moaned as Sephiroth thrusted into her. "Remind me how everyone suffered," she said in between pants.

 

"There were only three who saw me impale the girl: the puppet, the big black man and the puppet's childhood friend. She's the same girl I almost killed when I first found you mother," Sephiroth breathed lustfully into Jenova's ear.

 

"Oh yes! It brought your mother such delight to see you scar her perfect body," Jenova squealed in delight. She shot open her eyes and set her lips in a twisted grin as a plan formed in her demented mind. "She is in love with the puppet, is she not?"

 

"Yes mother. She seems to worship the very air he breathes," he replied while mechanically thrusting into the wormy body of his mother. "She's also the emotional backbone of our enemies," Sephiroth grinned, finally catching suit of his mother's idea.

 

"Bring her to me. Be a good boy and get your mother that girl's body," Jenova practically screamed as she was brought over the top.

 

"Yes, mother!" Sephiroth tightened his face and then relaxed as he had his final release. Slowly panting, he smirked as he thought of the many ways to lure her to the Northern

 

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