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Title: Dain af Niohoggr
Author: GW Katrina
Beta: Skeren
Fandom: FFVII: Mercverse
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Themeset/Prompt: Thirty Set 01: 16-Summon
Wordcount: 1,297
Ratings: PG-13
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Dain af Niohoggr
Returning to where she was gathering her army, and her power, Jenova screamed. All around, her fighters froze in fear, unsure of what their queen was going to do. After a few moments, she stalked off, turning her focus inward.
Her sons were dead. She had not believed the human, but to hear the words from her grandson..... There had been a ring of truth to his voice that she did believe.
Those bastards. To murder her sons, who got half their blood from a Cetra. Their -father- had been one of the Cetra himself, so to murder their own kind.....
Snarling, she stalked towards her mages. “You, come with me.” She was so furious that her tone brooked no disagreement as she pointed to several of them. Continuing on, she was followed by the strongest of her mages, the strongest six she had. To do what she planned, she would need the power. Even if it delayed her other plans, this would help her in the long run.
Simply finding her sons and undoing the seals that held them was no longer an option. If they were dead, then she will have to move on. There were things that she could do to salvage her children, but it would take power. Most of it would come from her, but she had mages for a reason. It was not something she wanted to waste power on, but she needed generals that she trusted. And her children were always devoted to her.
Leading her mages to the spot where she worked most of her magic, Jenova growled faintly. “You, there.” The first one scurried to where she pointed. One by one, she positioned them. Then, using her own blood, she drew marks on their faces, muttering as she did, ancient words spilling from her mouth. Most of these mages would have died to learn what she knew, even the tiniest piece. So much had been lost in the purges that followed the war, and her powers were unmatched anymore. Any mortal would be hard pressed to match them in any case. Well aware that they were trying to catch her words so they could try using them later, Jenova just smiled.
Finally, she moved back, standing in the middle of where they stood. With the smile still on her face, she began to chant in a language that mortal minds couldn’t even begin to comprehend. And around her, the mages went stiff and still, eyes wild as their bodies locked up, unable to move, or even breathe as she continued. As they began to suffocate, unable to draw in any air, her voice took in a higher tone, calling on the magics of the world. Nobody who died was ever truly gone, especially those who were murdered. Her sons were even more tied than most, their blood laced through with the magic of the Cetra, part of the reason she had had children with their father. Cetra magic, she could not touch. But her sons could, and she had used that to her advantage.
Now she would have them back. They were -hers-, and she did not give up her prizes without a fight.
Slowly, her mages stopped trying to struggle. She could feel it in the magic. Two for each of her sons, for they were strong, and to bring back life like this....
One to bring back the soul, one to lock them into this world again.
She would have her sons back.
As the last of the mages finally died, she felt the spell take, and everything went grey.
When everything came back, she was on her knees, blood dripping from her nose. A very powerful spell indeed.
She felt the power drain drag on her as she pushed herself to her feet, staggering a bit. The bodies that should have been there were gone. Good. Just as she had predicted. Not that she had ever had to do this spell before.
There was a pull, and she smiled. The spells had taken. Her sons would rise, wherever their bodies had been left, and come to her. The song would see to that.
Forcing her legs to stiffen, Jenova walked back to the camp. For now, she would rest. Everything could wait until her sons had returned.
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It was the eldest of her children to returned first. As the pull of the spell caught her attention, Jenova went to meet him.
As she waited, Jenova observed him. Something was off, though she couldn’t tell what. Not from here. All she could do was watch and wait for him to get close enough.
Finally, he joined her, and bowed. “Mother.” The voice was as she remembered, though the almost hypnotic quality was gone. Her warrior, strong, fast, and who led his troops by example, stood before her.
But he was not complete.
Reaching out, Jenova touched his face, lifting his head so that she could see him. Cat eyes stared back. The same eyes she had when she allowed the glow to fade, that Sephiroth had also gained with the magic she had given his father.
Her sons had had their father’s eyes. The same rich blue color that her grandson had inherited.
Not now.
Without hesitating, she reached into the magic that surged in her son. There, she found only her own magic. The power that her son had inherited from his father, the power that all Cetra and their cursed half-blooded children carried in them, the ability to touch the Lifestream and to manipulate it. It was gone. All of it. Not even a bit of anything Cetra remained.
Her sons were just that. Hers. No sign of anything but their demon genetics.
It was those cursed Cetra. They must have done something to keep her from reclaiming her sons as fully as she had intended.
Snarling, she pulled her hand away. Perhaps her other sons had been more successful in their resurrection.
It seemed that her enemies were not done with their actions against her.
No matter, she would prevail still. They were dead, or gone for so long they showed they no longer cared about this world. For now, she would wait for her other sons to appear, to see if this one had just gone wrong. He was the only one who had sired a child, perhaps that had something to do with it. If not, well, she would deal with that when it occurred. Until then, she would not let it affect her plans.
Days later, as first one, then the other of her children came, Jenova was displeased that they had lost the Cetra. Perhaps that part simply refused to leave the planet once it had returned there.
No matter. In all other matters, they were fine. Not as whole as they had been once, but unlike her, they had been murdered horribly, and their bodies left to rot. -She- had retained herself, held in stasis until the seal had been broken. An unintended side effect, she was sure, but she was not unwilling to turn the traps the Cetra had created against them. If they had any intelligence, they would have set the seal to drain her until she simply vanished. That was the danger of being a pure demon as she was. But they hadn’t, and so now she was here, as whole as the day she had been sealed.
They would suffer.
First, she would determine just how much her sons remembered and could do still, then she would move to her own plans. Manipulation, destruction, and the total enslavement of this world. From there, she could take the next step.
Collecting her sons, Jenova began to discover what she needed to know.
Author: GW Katrina
Beta: Skeren
Fandom: FFVII: Mercverse
Claim:
mercverse for story_arcThemeset/Prompt: Thirty Set 01: 16-Summon
Wordcount: 1,297
Ratings: PG-13
Link to Archive Post: Here
Returning to where she was gathering her army, and her power, Jenova screamed. All around, her fighters froze in fear, unsure of what their queen was going to do. After a few moments, she stalked off, turning her focus inward.
Her sons were dead. She had not believed the human, but to hear the words from her grandson..... There had been a ring of truth to his voice that she did believe.
Those bastards. To murder her sons, who got half their blood from a Cetra. Their -father- had been one of the Cetra himself, so to murder their own kind.....
Snarling, she stalked towards her mages. “You, come with me.” She was so furious that her tone brooked no disagreement as she pointed to several of them. Continuing on, she was followed by the strongest of her mages, the strongest six she had. To do what she planned, she would need the power. Even if it delayed her other plans, this would help her in the long run.
Simply finding her sons and undoing the seals that held them was no longer an option. If they were dead, then she will have to move on. There were things that she could do to salvage her children, but it would take power. Most of it would come from her, but she had mages for a reason. It was not something she wanted to waste power on, but she needed generals that she trusted. And her children were always devoted to her.
Leading her mages to the spot where she worked most of her magic, Jenova growled faintly. “You, there.” The first one scurried to where she pointed. One by one, she positioned them. Then, using her own blood, she drew marks on their faces, muttering as she did, ancient words spilling from her mouth. Most of these mages would have died to learn what she knew, even the tiniest piece. So much had been lost in the purges that followed the war, and her powers were unmatched anymore. Any mortal would be hard pressed to match them in any case. Well aware that they were trying to catch her words so they could try using them later, Jenova just smiled.
Finally, she moved back, standing in the middle of where they stood. With the smile still on her face, she began to chant in a language that mortal minds couldn’t even begin to comprehend. And around her, the mages went stiff and still, eyes wild as their bodies locked up, unable to move, or even breathe as she continued. As they began to suffocate, unable to draw in any air, her voice took in a higher tone, calling on the magics of the world. Nobody who died was ever truly gone, especially those who were murdered. Her sons were even more tied than most, their blood laced through with the magic of the Cetra, part of the reason she had had children with their father. Cetra magic, she could not touch. But her sons could, and she had used that to her advantage.
Now she would have them back. They were -hers-, and she did not give up her prizes without a fight.
Slowly, her mages stopped trying to struggle. She could feel it in the magic. Two for each of her sons, for they were strong, and to bring back life like this....
One to bring back the soul, one to lock them into this world again.
She would have her sons back.
As the last of the mages finally died, she felt the spell take, and everything went grey.
When everything came back, she was on her knees, blood dripping from her nose. A very powerful spell indeed.
She felt the power drain drag on her as she pushed herself to her feet, staggering a bit. The bodies that should have been there were gone. Good. Just as she had predicted. Not that she had ever had to do this spell before.
There was a pull, and she smiled. The spells had taken. Her sons would rise, wherever their bodies had been left, and come to her. The song would see to that.
Forcing her legs to stiffen, Jenova walked back to the camp. For now, she would rest. Everything could wait until her sons had returned.
It was the eldest of her children to returned first. As the pull of the spell caught her attention, Jenova went to meet him.
As she waited, Jenova observed him. Something was off, though she couldn’t tell what. Not from here. All she could do was watch and wait for him to get close enough.
Finally, he joined her, and bowed. “Mother.” The voice was as she remembered, though the almost hypnotic quality was gone. Her warrior, strong, fast, and who led his troops by example, stood before her.
But he was not complete.
Reaching out, Jenova touched his face, lifting his head so that she could see him. Cat eyes stared back. The same eyes she had when she allowed the glow to fade, that Sephiroth had also gained with the magic she had given his father.
Her sons had had their father’s eyes. The same rich blue color that her grandson had inherited.
Not now.
Without hesitating, she reached into the magic that surged in her son. There, she found only her own magic. The power that her son had inherited from his father, the power that all Cetra and their cursed half-blooded children carried in them, the ability to touch the Lifestream and to manipulate it. It was gone. All of it. Not even a bit of anything Cetra remained.
Her sons were just that. Hers. No sign of anything but their demon genetics.
It was those cursed Cetra. They must have done something to keep her from reclaiming her sons as fully as she had intended.
Snarling, she pulled her hand away. Perhaps her other sons had been more successful in their resurrection.
It seemed that her enemies were not done with their actions against her.
No matter, she would prevail still. They were dead, or gone for so long they showed they no longer cared about this world. For now, she would wait for her other sons to appear, to see if this one had just gone wrong. He was the only one who had sired a child, perhaps that had something to do with it. If not, well, she would deal with that when it occurred. Until then, she would not let it affect her plans.
Days later, as first one, then the other of her children came, Jenova was displeased that they had lost the Cetra. Perhaps that part simply refused to leave the planet once it had returned there.
No matter. In all other matters, they were fine. Not as whole as they had been once, but unlike her, they had been murdered horribly, and their bodies left to rot. -She- had retained herself, held in stasis until the seal had been broken. An unintended side effect, she was sure, but she was not unwilling to turn the traps the Cetra had created against them. If they had any intelligence, they would have set the seal to drain her until she simply vanished. That was the danger of being a pure demon as she was. But they hadn’t, and so now she was here, as whole as the day she had been sealed.
They would suffer.
First, she would determine just how much her sons remembered and could do still, then she would move to her own plans. Manipulation, destruction, and the total enslavement of this world. From there, she could take the next step.
Collecting her sons, Jenova began to discover what she needed to know.