Midgar High School

She always seemed to come back from Jenny’s covered in blood. Always. Even in the old days, it was just... blood, and all that goo... Lucrecia was never one to be above dirty work. In fact, it was her willingness to do it that caught Linus’s eye...

Then of course, she knew the marriage was a farce. Maybe that’s why she had just given in to Jenny. There was a lot of hell that was going to happen... and she had to see to it that Linus’s vision was carried out. That’s all it really was with them... and his jealousy. Oh, does Linus ever get jealous.

Of course, so was she. For a great many things.

Lucrecia liked to focus her lust and anger on specific targets at a time. Not usually in combination... it made her feel closer to the goddess that Jenny was. And Jenny always said she was such a pretty thing...

Thus the problem now. She had one child strapped to a table, the fire to Sephiroth’s calm frost, and he was developing wonderfully. It did not take much for him to snap... but Jenny’s monolouging tended to make that happen. It had driven Lucrecia farther into her own vanity, that soft soothing voice that could break her like so many young minds...

But the other child... Jenny had taken with her. And worst of all, was the chanting about pretty... pretty... Lucrecia had to concentrate on the squish of flesh as a needle came into contact with it. Always soothing.

The same child that had taken the attentions of one of her most devout subjects. The one that challenged her. The one that Jenny had called “pretty.”

Pretty. Lucrecia was still pretty, she had men and women alike all over her. And she wasn’t even devoted to Jenny so much as using her for Linus’s goals... but hearing that title bestowed on a mere girl from their own science brewed goddess?

It was vile. And Lucrecia wouldn’t allow it.

Jenny had told her to make a monster out of her. But... she didn’t want to touch the thing. It believed in witchcraft... the sorts of things that Lucrecia had spent a lifetime trying to disprove. There were no gods. There was no magic. Only Science.

They had made their own goddess, hadn’t they?

She wondered briefly if maybe those villagers so long ago... when they burned their witches, did they look at the ashes for signs of anomaly? Or was it only now that scientists could properly persecute the heathens?

And what with Linus’s obsession for the perverse hierarchy they had created... there was no place for one little witch. Oh, and silly Rufus thought they were just making an army... they were making a... religion. They were so close to the Angel of Death’s judgment, and Lucrecia couldn’t help but smile at the child on the table. A worthy consort, she was making him. And oh... did it piss Linus off that his son...

She mustn’t get ahead of herself. The Angel was well on his way and that troublesome demon too. Jenny be damned, she had to have some flashy pretty way to kill the witch... maybe with fire? It had to leave an emotional impact on her toy... for the new one was just wonderful, but it didn’t have the same effect on Linus. She was jealous and crazy... her husband had to be too. It was unbalanced otherwise.

“Did you know that you are part of the pantheon, Reno? Good thing you’re attached to so valuable a member...”

Oh, she had to burn the witch. Burn the witch... it was a mantra in her head even as she spoke of grand ambitions.

For if Lucrecia was one thing, she was a vain little thing. And she made sure the world knew it.