Midgar High School

I suppose you wonder. I've always coddled him on the outside, treated him as though there was some fabric of delicateness within him. When even as a baby there was nothing sweet about him.

There was far more to our relationship than my "mothering". You did not see us when he was learning swordplay. You did not see the way his big eyes lit up at a blade that extended nearly twice his own size. Cuts and bruises followed, but I continued to tell him that he was the best, the greatest, and that he was perfection.

Creatures like me have no need for lies amongst us. I reserve dishonesty for mortals.

Oh, and to see it all come to a head so perfectly. When they came, the Cetra and their human friends I was more than intrigued. You could call it… obsession. Particularly with the dark haired one, the one with the insane look in her eyes. The only one with a warrior's spirit was the one that I needed to have, just for a little while, just a taste.

They promised me a battlefield of worthy warriors, a conglomerate of blood and screams, they promised me ValHalla. When the time came, however, they did too much. They did not make me a warrior, they made me a goddess.

There is nothing worthy to battle anymore.

Linus, the little idiot. I would search for greater words to use against him, but he is undeserving of even my vocabulary. To make a god and then have the audacity to order it about? What fool makes a god and does not bow to it?

I'm no one's wrecking ball. If I battle it will be on my own accord, and not some jabbering fool's with a large pocket book.

When Lu got pregnant it was something else that fascinated me. I am not built for children, I never was, and they mixed my blood with her own, they wanted to be responsible for a new dawn of blood. Nihilistic, of course, but they could never do it, so why should I bother to stop it?

When the boy was born I worried. The Gasts had long since left the Hojos, and it was something intriguing to me. But the way that Hojo continued to look at his son, it bothered me. This boy was born into god-hood. It was of MY flesh more so than his. He had no right to manipulate it.

If Sephiroth ends the world, then it will be of his choosing. And so, I took him. Lu is far too insane to care, anything that upsets her husband makes her writhe with joy. Linus could not stop me. He knows he cannot control me, and it makes him sick.

He will not control this boy either. I chose a male of suitable stupidity to drive Sephiroth away and I am glad to see how well it worked. The boy is totally insane, that much is obvious, but yet… perhaps if he wishes it, there will be room for sanity in his life.

Only if he wishes it.

Mortal creatures need not worry about such things, this is a matter of the gods, and no matter how many man makes, we will always be out of their control.

Dio, dear, quit screaming. You've outlived your use to me now, and this is the end that I choose for you. You have no choices; that is reserved for creatures like me, like Sephiroth. You have no choices, Dio.

Because what fools these mortals be.