[FF7][SC] Star Flower

Rose clamped down on his hips and brutally started in and out, hard and hard.The fact that he possessed Cloud, gave him pain, made him bleed, gave Sephiroth great satisfaction.Even though this process made him a little painful, it didn't matter at all, and soon there was only the warmth of the package and the pleasure of domination.

The black traces expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading out like twinkling nebulae.Now Sephiroth knows that this is Jenova's trace, and it is also his own trace.Why didn't he do it before?There's something so pure and beautiful about leaving your mark on Crowder that it's a joy.

Sephiroth noticed that the boy was tremblingly stretching out his hand to Alice, and the light of magic flickered at his fingertips.

oh.I see.Sephiroth thought of Gaia Cliff, although he used to be very concerned about it, but now he only has a faint sense of understanding.He watched coldly, allowing Claude to gather strength in the broken gap.When the healing was about to succeed, Sephiroth held down his hand, his fingers were inserted between his fingers, and he was firmly locked on the edge of the sky an inch away.

"Please." Sephiroth kissed his ear lovingly.

"Please, please... oh... ah..."

"Continue." He was content to make fun of himself, like a cat playing with its prey, giving a meaningless hope in despair.

"I'm sorry... ah... it's... my fault... ah... Sephiroth... Sephiroth..."

"I like it when you call my name." Sephiroth smiled lowly, and let go of the restraint, which didn't take much effort at all. "You are my thing, everything about you is under my control, and you can't do anything else." When Claude finally reached Alice, Sephiroth sneered with joy, and suddenly threw the boy Hugging and sitting on himself, penetrated him deeper.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Again, he really, really loved the screaming.

"—as a reward, I allow you to watch her die."

"It's embarrassing."

Sephiroth stared at his masterpiece.The body that had been corroded beyond shape, was tainted by the mixed liquid, and lay dying at the feet.He thought, he likes that kind of eyes, which are empty, can only reflect his figure, belong to him only.But soon, he felt that everything was boring again, and the rapidly expanding emptiness occupied him, and he desperately needed something to fill.He doesn't know what it is, it's kind of like hunger, rising from the stomach to the heart; he needs more, more, he has to find satiation.

"I'm not going to kill you," Sephiroth told him, and he was sure he could hear. "That doesn't mean anything to me—because I don't need you anymore."

He stepped over Cloud and left without looking back.

"Safi... Rose..."

He moved his lips and said the name for the last time. Some images and light and shadows flashed, like foam thrown by the waves, fleeting.The mind becomes numb and lazy, sees nothing, hears nothing, and sinks slowly into the dark depths where eternal silence and rest greets him.

The indicator light in the depths of the laboratory flickered, turned from green to yellow, and entered standby mode.The combination lock flashed through a large number of numbers, and after several changes, it bounced open with a tick, and the gate of the abyss gradually opened to him.

The sound of crying penetrated the dark curtain and landed on the tip of his heart.

"Save...please save him..."

He didn't know why he did this, he didn't want to move anymore, any movement would tear him apart.But he crawled slowly, trailing a long smudge across the metal floor, crawling in vain and hopelessly towards the source of the sound.I miss it so much... the gentle voice that made him cry.He thought of the hot water gurgling and bubbling in the kettle, the eggs being cracked on the rim of the bowl, and the small pot on the table steaming; when the muddy boots stepped on the floor, the scolding was always endless...

Wet silver hair hung down, with a stale, bloody smell, winding around him impenetrably.Claude raised his head, staring blankly at the woman who fell from the glass tank.She is so beautiful... Even if her limbs are divided... Pulled by the cold pipe... But she is really suffocatingly beautiful...

Uncontrollably, bewildered, he reached out to her, touching her cold, stiff skin.The wriggling tentacles plunged into his body violently, and the twisting veins burst out on the skin. They penetrated continuously along the muscles, blood vessels, and internal organs, tearing him apart and putting them together again, and finally completely occupied him.The vague stabbing pain was fleeting, he opened his eyes wide, and in the hazy and soft white light, the woman opened her arms to him.

"Mother……?"

"Well, welcome home."