Walking through the red velvet halls of the proud Shinra Corporation was somewhat nostalgic, considering the last time the silver haired spectre last laid eyes on the building it was nothing more than a pile of rubble after the devastation caused by one of Gaia’s Weapons. It was almost humourous how the President believed his empire to be untouchable when his plans for a Neo-Midgar would never come to fruition.
Now, Sephiroth freely waltzed through the numerous floors of the Research Department with his precious cargo cradled lovingly in his arms, aware Hojo was no doubt watching their every movement from the security feed. The body was vaguely feminine in shape with tumor and extra appendages sprouting out of the grey limp flesh. Despite her eldric appearance, she was still Sephiroth’s mother and in his eyes she was beautiful and perfect.
“Mother, I have managed to cross through time and space itself in order to be with you again, and this time we will prevail. This time I will not fail you.”