Voices

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Warning:style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana'> Reference to violent assault.

Voices

Sephiroth

style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana'>Victory is near. Meteor looms
close. It will come soon to erase everything on this miserable Planet. class=GramE>Everything but me. I will remain. I will triumph. I will
have power beyond imagining. I will reshape this earth as I see fit.

style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana'>How utterly absurd at this point
there is still someone trying to stop me. Why don’t these worms give it up?
They have lost. The fire burning above them should be proof enough. Yet in
their ignorant little hopes they still think they will survive. What can they
do to stop me?

style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana'>The puppet is coming. He wants me
gone, erased from the earth. His tiny little mind is overflowing with rage. It
is amusing now, playing with him while my Meteor draws nearer. It is something
to pass the time. I give him dreams and images. I play on his greatest fears. I
make sure his worst nightmares stay with him, always.

style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana'>I might be making him more furious
this way, but what can he do about it? Pitiful rat.
It’s a wonder he can swing that ridiculous sword he carries. His body is no
longer entirely his own. His mind is a fractured thing. As long as he
lives, he will be my puppet.

style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana'>He is coming. Not for me, really,
though that is how this started. No, he’s really coming for her. I stole her
away from him and he’s angry. Ignorant fool. There are
bigger things at stake now. Like his own life. Humans are so ridiculous.

style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana'>What sensible being would get so
worked up over a girl he can never have? He does not even realize that his fury
gives me the perfect opening into his mind. I know what he fears most. I show
it to him. I know what makes him burn. I feed him sights and sounds of her. I
make him watch over and over and sit back to watch him spin.

style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana'>What is it that is so wonderful
about women anyway? They are so easily discarded once they have served their
purpose. What is it that he finds so fascinating about her? She is nothing,
less than nothing. A spineless scion of Mother’s ancient
enemy. Nothing but a tool to further my grip on the
puppet.

style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana'>I do not understand why she matters
so much to him, even now, but it does not matter. He cares too much, in that
human way. Another’s suffering causes him pain. It makes him weak. He can think
of nothing else but her. It will be his downfall. I took her from him and
watched him scream. Even now he cries out at the thought of it.

style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana'>I love the taste of pain.