This story takes place just a year after the last battle between Sephiroth and Cloud in Final Fantasy VII. Sephiroth has always been my favorite villain so this is for all those unsatisfied Sephiroth fans out there who want to see more of their favorite guy! This story proves that you just can't keep a good villain down! (Note -- when I use Sephiroth's point of view, I usually refer to people with their last names -- Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockheart, Professor Gast, etc. -- so be prepared.) If you have any questions, see the "Explanations" section after the end of the story or e-mail me at the above address (no flames please!!). ( Legal stuff: all Final Fantasy characters and locations are the property of Squaresoft. Please ask me if you want to use any of the ideas or characters I created!!) ^_^

Lifestream......

The Lifestream flowed peacefully, endlessly, filled with voices. A dead end for a would-be god. The planet was peaceful, and time flowed by without a care for the Lifestream=s prisoners. Sephiroth clenched his fists, screaming in frustration and rage. All of this power was right at his fingertips, and he could do nothing! Even if he could harness the Planet's energy and absorb it's magic, he would still be stranded here, where that bastard Strife had imprisoned him.

And whose fault was that? Jenova had tried to take over, but he'd destroyed her influence over him and had then been too weak to fight off Cloud and his friends as they cut him down.

He would show them. With a little time, he could get out of his prison and finish the business of becoming god. Strife would not escape him then. But how would he get out? He'd already spent a year trying and failing. He tried to focus; what could give him freedom......?

The Lifestream swirled. Sephiroth looked up. Instead of the endless green waves he was used to, an opening into the world was there, showing him the town of Nibelheim. Nothing out of the ordinary was there, nothing he saw that could help him. Then he knew. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his desire to get out. Everything shifted, and he opened his eyes.

He saw a small, eight year old boy playing near a mako fountain, bouncing bright colored balls against a wall and catching them. The boy's hair was black with a white streak in the front that fell over his eyes which were a deep blue-green...... mako eyes. Sephiroth knew that face. He was looking at his son. An idea began to form.

"Nathan!" a familiar voice called.

So the boy's mother had named him Nathan; gift of the spirits. Sephiroth smiled. She didn't know how right she was!

Kielle glided into the scene. He stared for a minute, captivated by her beauty just as he had been so many years ago, before the Nibelheim disaster. His gift had served her well; the Jenova cells he'd fused with her body had stopped the aging process. There were no gray streaks in her raven black hair or wrinkles around her vibrant green eyes. She still resembled her niece Aerith in many ways, with alabaster skin and dark fringed eyes, and the way she stood made her seem so shy......

"But Mom--"

"I want you inside by sunset or you'll be grounded again." She left. The boy sullenly gathered up his toys, still standing near the mako fountain.

Now was his chance. With the last of his power he could harness the spiritual power of the Lifestream and touch his son's soul, displace it, and take the empty shell as his own body. The boy was too young to resist his will. Sephiroth would merge with his son and be reborn! In a body descended from both Jenova and the Cetra, he would be unstoppable!

Gathering his will, Sephiroth channeled the last of his power through the Lifestream and reached for his son......

Nibelheim. He still detested the town. Thirteen years of childhood memories definitely didn't give him any warm feelings about it. Worse, those thirteen years living just a street away from Strife and Lockheart, his wife. Not that it mattered, really; he spent most of his time fighting at Mt. Nibel or in the basement of the Shinra mansion anyway. Whenever Strife's children got within a hundred feet of him he usually attacked them with the coveted blade, Masamune, and they would run crying to their parents. He caused Kielle some trouble that way, but she didn't seem to mind.

He had long ago absorbed his son's remaining spiritual energy and become completely himself. Nathan was gone; he no longer existed on the mortal plane. Not only was he stronger than before, but he also seemed to have a natural gift for magic, something Kielle said hadn't happened to any but the Cetra for thousands of years. That, coupled with the knowledge locked away in the Shinra library, would help him accomplish his goal: draining the Planet's energy into him. He would be god over every living thing...... all he had to do was find a way to fuse the Black and White Materia.

Sephiroth slammed the book shut, tossed it onto a tall pile of discarded books and reached for a new one. He knew it was there, somewhere. He remembered reading the paragraph that awful night when he'd found out he wasn't really human, at least not in the normal sense of the word. He wasn't crazy anymore, though. He was quite sane. Just frustrated. He threw the book to the floor and leaned back in his chair, clutching the hilt of his sword.

"Nathan.....?"

He placed his sword on the table and stood. Kielle entered the library.

"I came to see if you're feeling well. You've been here all night."

He saw his reflection in her eyes. His face no longer bore any resemblance to hers. The white streak stood out among the mass of his dark hair. Why hadn't she figured it out yet? She was the most intelligent being on the Planet with the exception of himself and the red-furred creature in Cosmo Canyon.

The most intelligent being......

"Mother," he said softly, moving around the table. "Do you know anything about mako fusion?" Why hadn't he thought of asking her sooner?

"Mako fusion?" She sounded surprised. "Not much. But there is a book in here, if I can remember...... Here it is!" She reached up, stood on her toes to reach the tome, and needed both hands to bring it down. She dropped it on the table, causing a cloud of dust to rise into the air. "It should be in here, somewhere after page nine hundred."

"Thank you." He covered her hand with his.

Kielle smiled. "No need to thank me. That's what I'm here for." She kissed his cheek and turned away. "Just try to get some sleep this time, okay? I don't want you working yourself too hard."

He watched her walk away, his smile fading. You just take care of yourself, okay? Aerith's last words to his mortal enemy before she died in the ancient city. Kielle's green eyes stared through him in his mind's eye, and Sephiroth saw Aerith instead. Why did they look so much alike? Aerith had died at his hands. He clutched his head. No! He would not kill Kielle. He still needed her. Killing her wouldn't help him destroy Strife. And if she was to bear him more children, she must be alive. But how would he tell her? Their memories together weren't all good ones.

Kalm: Seventeen Years Earlier......

He crept silently through her home, knowing she would not hear or see him. His real body was encased in a materia crystal of her making; but even a projection of his true self was enough for this mission. She deserved a reward for saving his life after the traitor Strife had almost killed him. She wouldn't be expecting him, not like this.

Her humming led him to the kitchen, where she was setting a table for dinner with their daughter, born just before the Nibelheim incident. A child called from the front yard, asking if her friend could play.

"Go ahead Shara," Kielle said before their daughter opened her mouth, and the little girl grinned and dashed outside.

Now was the time. "Kielle." He solidified his projection.

She spun around, knife extended before her. "Sephiroth?" Her eyes registered confusion.

"Yes. No need for the knife." Sephiroth plucked the blade out of her fingers, slipping it up his sleeve. "It's been too long, Kielle." He cupped her chin with his other hand, preparing to kiss her.

"Impossible!" She pulled away. "You shouldn't be awake yet. The healing isn't complete! How did you escape the materia crystal?"

"Your words called me back. Don't you remember?" I loved you, but did you ever really love me? Her exact words. She had saved him, given him a new purpose. She deserved something great in return.

"No! Why are you here?"

He smiled to cover up his anger. Time to try the direct approach. With a slight flick of his wrist, the knife dropped back into his hand. She gasped, her beautiful green eyes widening.

"You murderous bastard!" She made a break for the door.

So cold...... His smile deepened and he lunged for her, stabbing viciously with the knife. She was fast, but not fast enough. He felt the blade slide into her body. Kielle didn't even scream-- she simply stiffened and fell to the floor......

Such a shame she had felt betrayed by that; he had meant well, and her >death' had not been painful. He had given her the gift of the Jenova cells-- to live forever without fear of age or injury. It was simply her misfortune that the treatment could not be administered to a live subject. Now, how would she react to his possession of their son? But then, their son didn't really exist anymore. Only Sephiroth remained.

He wasn't sure he wanted to tell her. Being...... mothered was a new experience for him. A childhood in the lab of Professor Gast, and then in Hojo's was not a childhood at all. They were the cause of his madness. After all, if his mother had been there for him......

Enough. He opened the leather-bound tome to the nine-hundredth page and began reading the faded handwriting:

He skipped a few pages:

Holder of the White Materia? Why was it necessary to have a holder? He had mastered the Black Materia, but only Aerith knew the secret of Holy, and she resided in the Lifestream. He knew, for he had spoken with her on many occasions. He regretted killing her. She was almost as interesting as her father. If he had known she was the daughter of Professor Gast, he wouldn't have taken her life.

The White Materia would not accept just anyone. Holy wouldn't heed his call. Kielle might be able to summon it, still half Cetra as she was, but that would mean revealing his plans to her. The materia had belonged to Aerith, but he was fairly sure it would respond to anyone in the family line.

Sephiroth scanned the rest of the passage on materia fusion, found nothing else of any use, then turned his back to the book. If he expected to finish this before being discovered he had no time to lose. Strife was beginning to get suspicious; for a common soldier formerly under his command, the man knew too much of him for his own good. He couldn't kill Strife without arousing suspicion, though. The thought irritated him.

Behind him, the book slammed shut of its own accord and a ghostly smile graced his face, his eyes pure crystal ice. On to business.

* * *

Kielle leaned over the kitchen table, polishing the cherrywood surface lovingly. Her back was turned to him, just as it had been seventeen years earlier when he'd come to reveal himself to her. How ironic. But things were different this time. She wouldn't reject him -- he held the body of their son, though technically he was no longer her flesh and blood.

He dropped the act he'd been playing for the last thirteen years, and for the first time in over a decade used his true voice. "Kielle...."

She froze. The polishing cloth dropped from her hands. "Sephiroth.....? No, that's impossible...... You were gone--" Her whisper cut off sharply.

"I am always by your side." Sephiroth walked into the kitchen, using his sword as a staff, and stopped behind her. She was shaking.

Slowly Kielle turned around to meet his eyes. "This is a cruel trick, Nathan-"

"Not Nathan!" His eyes flashed with the power and anger he held in check. His fist clenched around the sword, but as he coiled to strike her, cold reason washed his anger away. It would not be logical to kill her. Yet. She was still too valuble. "Nathan is gone! I sent him on his journey to the prison of the Lifestream thirteen years ago!"

Her eyes were terrified. "No...... Sephiroth......" She drew herself up, backing up against the table. "Have you come to kill me too? Don't think it will be easy!"

"Would you kill your own son?" he asked mockingly, seizing her shoulders. She struggled but he held his grip firmly and she gave in to his superior strength, staring at him with eyes that could kill. "I didn't come to kill you...... Mother." He smirked. "I like the sound of that, don't you?"

Kielle flinched. "Get to the point. I'm sure you didn't come here just to chat."

He almost laughed. She really didn't want to confront him. He could see it in her eyes. She knew he was stronger. "Will you cooperate? You know what I want."

"You've got to be joking!" She shook her head. "I don't want to get caught up in your plans again! Aren't two children enough?"

"Who said anything about children? Shara is doing quite well on her own." His rare laughter was gone, leaving cold steel behind his eyes. "I want Holy."

"Holy?!" She exclaimed. "I won't help you get it --"

"You have no choice." He stroked her cheek. "There is more to the Planet than Holy and the Lifestream. Power beyond imagining can be...... ours. My plan doesn't endanger the Planet. In fact, I will be helping it recover from Aerith." He just needed to distract her for a few more moments.

"Aerith has done nothing."

"She led the Lifestream to destroy my summoning when she saw Holy could not avert disaster. The Planet was drained." His ghostly smile returned and he released his biting grip on her shoulder. "I can restore it by offering my living energy to the Lifestream."

"...... And becoming its god, no doubt." Kielle stood transfixed by his eyes.

It was working. He could still control her using the secret of the Jenova cells that were a part of them. "Once I feel the Lifestream flow through me I can take direct control." He moved closer. "Then we can have our son back."

Kielle shook her head. "I can't control Holy. Only Aerith can do that. The White Materia was passed down to her, and you killed her before she could pass it on to anyone else." She had as much as agreed to cooperate.

"You will find a way. I seem to remember you casting a spell to revive a dead villager in Mideel. Perhaps you can resurrect Aerith."

"It isn't that easy! When we Cetra die our spirits travel to the Promised Land, through the Lifestream, not within it. She isn't here anymore. The best I could do would be to summon her shade."

"That's all I want." Sephiroth cupped her chin in the same gesture he had used before, keeping his face devoid of emotion, but victory burned in his eyes when he kissed her, and he knew he would triumph over all the odds. And Strife would be made to pay at last.

* * *

Tifa sat bolt upright in bed, listening to the night. Cloud tossed in his sleep, turning on his side and pulling most of the blankets with him, but she didn't care. Something had woken her up.

Someone pounded on the front door downstairs. She slipped out of bed and ran down the stairs, wondering who would disturb anyone so late at night.

"Tifa......?" she heard Cloud mumble, but she didn't have time to stop. The person knocked again more insistently, and Tifa flung the door open.

"Tifa! I'm so glad you're okay! I was afraid something was wrong." Kielle leaned on the lance that was her chosen weapon and stopped to take a breath.

"Why would anything be wrong?" She heard Cloud breathing behind her and reached back to hold his hand. He squeezed it reassuringly.

"Nathan is gone. He's going to get the Black Materia from the crater! He killed Jonai and her husband when they tried to stop him." Kielle grabbed Tifa's arm and pulled her out the door. "We have to stop him! We can't allow the black magic to be loose on the world, or you'll have to deal with Sephiroth all over again. If I can get the White Materia before he does, I can stop him, but I need your help! Please?"

"Cloud?" Tifa looked back at him. His face was stony, and he stared coldly at Kielle. "Cloud, she needs our help......"

"Sephiroth.....?" His voice made her shiver inside. She thought he had gotten over that hatred.

She turned back to Kielle. "We'll help you. Just give us a minute." Kielle nodded and Tifa closed the door softly, pulling Cloud back upstairs.

"It's happening all over again," he said, shaking free.

"No it isn't. Not if we help. Now shut up and get dressed. I have a feeling this is going to take a while." Tifa stuffed a travel bag with a few potions and a change of clothes, then fastened Premium Heart to her right hand, making sure all her materia were still in place.

There was a blinding flash outside, and a deafening explosion sent her flying across the room into the wall. She shook her head, trying to clear it, and raised her eyes. Everything in the room looked normal, except for a few loose objects lying on the floor. Cloud was hanging at the window sill, staring outside.

"The Shinra mansion is on fire." Cloud beckoned for her to see. "Most of it's gone. Look!" Tifa peeked through the curtains. Only the charred frame of the house was still standing; the rest of the property was engulfed in flames. The rest of Nibelheim stood untouched. Villagers were running out to see the fire, crowding around the gate.

"How stupid." She picked herself up and grabbed her bag. Why would anybody waste energy burning that place? "Come on! Kielle's waiting."

"Why did the explosion shake everything up like that? Something else must be going on. It felt like the entire planet screamed."

"Then we should hurry!" Tifa shouted, dragging him downstairs and outside. Kielle was waiting for them at the edge of their house furthest from the explosion, her back turned to her former home.

"Come on, we have to hurry! He already has the Black Materia. Now he'll be heading to the Ancient City. We must get there before him!" She ran for Mount Nibel, not even sparing a glance for the burning mansion.

Tifa exchanged looks with Cloud, but shrugged and ran after Kielle.

* * *

"It hasn't changed much."

Tifa had to agree with Cloud's comment. The city looked just like it had fourteen years ago, when they'd followed Aerith to save her from Sephiroth. Kielle was already halfway down the glass stairway leading to the place Aerith had died, and Tifa followed her. Cloud was slower.

"There. Stop there." Tifa stopped where Kielle pointed. Her friend nodded and turned back to the columns leading to the platform on which Aerith had prayed. Cloud halted behind Tifa, not even daring to breathe as he watched Kielle jump to the platform, trying to keep her skirt from flying up while she was in the air. Tifa understood; she felt a little teary-eyed herself. Kielle looked so much like Aerith that Tifa almost thought it was her old friend she was watching instead.

Kielle knelt down in the center of the platform, directly under a sun beam, and her hair and blue dress shimmered as she bowed her head to pray. Her whispers did not reach Tifa's ears, but she felt the Planet answering Kielle's call. The lake began to pulse in time to the movement of Kielle's lips, and a white glow suffused everything. The sun beam darkened and faded away.

"Cloud!" she whispered, pointing at the water. The White Materia was rising, shining bright as the sun. Tifa couldn't look at it directly. Kielle extended her hands, palms up, and the materia settled into them, lighting up her face and enveloping her in a heavenly glow.

As soon as the White Materia touched her hands Kielle spoke, her voice resonating in the tense silence of the Ancient shrine. "Spirits of death, restore to us once more the lives of those departed! Sheath thy form in holy light and clothe your soul once more with mortal flesh!"