Lightning streaked across the chaotic sky. Rain whipped down from above, lashing onto a poor man's head who was sprinting across the Nibelheim mountains, holding a bottle of seeming milk close to his chest.
Yet the foreboding weather was of little importance compared to what tormented him internally.
The poor man was insane. An utterly mad, manic, and delusional in no small sense of the word, man. Liquids leaked from his mouth, and from his open wounds; the result of a harrowing journey that was taken with only the goal in mind, not the person.
Despite this seeming suicidal intent, it was significant to note that this man no mere wretch wandering about.
No, this man had purpose, this man had an objective, this man- was a slave.
He was being mind controlled by an alien, an alien that inhabited the bottle he held. His arms were wrapped around this jar; so tight that though his arms were surely broken and battered from the trek, the bottle's glass was pristine.
. The alien was no benign creature, it wished for the destruction of all living things on this planet of Gaia. Jenova had failed though- it had taken the wrong approach and lost its body and most of its servants to a small band of heroes.But from this failed venture, Jenova gained knowledge. A certain female in this group that defeated her, had a biological feature which would, given the proper stimulus, manufacture more Jenova cells.
Thus, with its remaining power, Jenova transformed itself into a milky like substance, that would be able to turn this woman into the proper production plant she needed to survive and grow.
Suddenly the poor man stopped. He had reached the house where the womanl, the soon-to-be-producer-of-jenova, laid sleeping. He knocked on the door, ferociously, until he heard the tell tale signs of someone coming to open the door.
He set down the jar, carefully, ever so carefully, so that nothing would happen to his goddess. The poor man then looked up, checking to see if the roof properly kept out the rain. It did, so he proceeded to uncork the lid of the bottle.
A musty smell filled the air; it would now be impossible for the woman to resist drinking Jenova. Finished with his current set of orders, the ppor man quickly departed, for he was to wait until his goddess called for him.
The door opened to reveal...
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