Oedipal Oratory by Archone
It looked vaguely female. But hardly human. Itís body was smooth rubbery skin, vibrant colors of
the full spectrum lending what would have been a beautiful aspect, if not for itís menacing
posture, an aura of negative emotions radiating forth-malice, greed, and hatred, suffused with
a raging frustration, of a goal long denied.
As the creature sat on a rock, itís tentacles waving softly as itís featureless face gazed into
the darkness, a human male approached. His body was tall, lean, and powerfully muscled, his
face handsome, almost beautiful in repose, save for the gleam of madness and mako conditioning
in his eyes. In his hand rested a sword with a five foot blade, so heavy and unwieldy that no
ordinary man could have wielded it effectively in battle, while behind him he dragged the
carcass of a needle kiss, a large avian predator. He smiled as his eyes came to rest upon the
creature. "Iíve caught us dinner, Mother," he said in a quiet, happy voice.
He plucked the bird efficiently, removing all the feathers, then gutted it and washed out the
insides from a canteen of water. Finally, he speared the bird on his sword, and hung it over
a campfire that had been burning merrily for some time, and was now quite hot. He grabbed a
few additional pieces of fallen timber from the pile collected, and fed them to the flames.
Finally, he sat back down, and gazed happily at Jenova.
"Weíll reach Corel soon, Mother," Sephiroth said, as he waited for the bird to roast. "Then
Iíll show you the Gold Saucer. They have a Battle Square there, games, theatres, and so much
more!" He took a swig from his canteen, then continued. "We can resupply there, and maybe
have a little fun." He smiled at Jenova. Despite having no mouth or other facial features,
Jenova gave the impression of smiling back.
Sephiroth removed the bird from the fire and began carving off chunks his favorite pieces for
himself, as he continued. "The traitors arenít far behind us, Mother," he noted. "Thereís
someone I heard about in the prison in the Corel desert. Iíll bet, with a little help from us,
he could be very helpful at slowing them down." He smirked. "All we have to do is get him into
the Gold Saucer, and heíll take care of everything-and everyone, for that matter."
Sephiroth placed his choice cuts on the rock, then handed the carcass to Jenova, who snagged it
up in its tentacles and wrapped around it. Its body seemed to almost flow around the carcass,
as it fed like an amoeba. Sephiroth daintily tore into his own portions, washing it down with
After theyíd finished, Sephiroth stared into the fire for a time. "You know, Mother," he
finally said, "I used to spend hours staring into campfires, when I was on campaign. Everyone
else would joke and brag and tell stories. I just stared into the fire. Itís so wonderful,
fire. Itís strong, it can destroy anything it touches. Itís beautiful, and comforting. It used
to be the only thing I had, before I found you." Jenova cocked its head as though gazing at
"Now I have you, though. Now Iíll make them pay for what they did to you, and see you get
everything you want and deserve." He thought about the members of Avalanche, Cloud, Tifa,
Aeris-he abruptly pulled away from his pondering of the Cetra girl. Just thinking about
Aeris and her pure nature forced a self evaluation that he did not care for. "Weíll have to
kill that girl sooner instead of later." Jenova nodded agreement. "Maybe you could force
Cloud to do it for us?"
When the fire finally died down, Sephiroth sighed and stood. "Weíd best get some rest, Mother.
We have a long dayís journey before we reach Corel." Jenova stared at him a moment, then spread
itís tentacles in invitation. Sephiroth smiled happily, and climbed into itís lap, his eyes
shining with a curious mixture of the Mako energy, the insanity, and a childís joy of maternal
love. He closed his eyes and was asleep in short order.
Jenova gazed down at Sephiroth curiously for a long while. It possessed many servants, both the
pawns in SOLDIER, duped into taking a portion of its cells, and thus, opening themselves up for
its control, as well as the fools in Shinra, whose lust for power and wealth played directly
into its hands. But Sephiroth was special.
Itís tentacles hovered over his peaceful, sleeping face. He looked lonely, and vulnerable. He
was vulnerable. The tentacles drew closer, possessed of power sufficient to rip him to shreds.
But it could do no such thing. Something inside it prevented it from doing so. Jenova suddenly
had an insight. Could this be what Sephiroth meant by "love?" An emotion strong enough to stop
it from destruction, from its primary purpose?
Love was powerful, indeed.
Jenovaís face contorted into an approximation of a gloating sneer. It was BORN to power. To
wield it, to control it. Jenova would use its feelings for Sephiroth, and his love for it, to
bind them further. Already, he suspected itís true nature, yet did not care. He loved it too
much to forsake it for anything. Even the truth.
And it loved him, it thought to itself happily, with the wonder of discovering an emotion never
before experienced, a feeling beyond previous comprehension. He bore its cells, that in itself
qualified him as its progeny. Yet there was more to being a parent than mere genetics, and it
found itself fondly contemplating sampling those experiences. Of course, once they reached
Corel, it would once again meld inside itís child, concealed within his form, as he showed it
around the human theme park of Gold Saucer.
The tentacles, with all their awesome might, softly caressed Sephirothís cheek, before adjusting
his cloak around him from where it had fallen open. Then the tentacles softly enfolded him,
cradling itís child, holding it safe and warm. As Sephiroth wriggled in his sleep, snuggling
up against Jenova in the way that heíd never had a chance to do as a child, Jenova contemplated
Soon. Very soon. It would reach the crater, in the far north. There, it would tap the very
source of life itself, and there, with Sephiroth, it would gain dominion over the entire planet.
It would rule the world, together with itís child...