The Broken Rose: Chapter 21 – Confession

The Broken Rose Page

<–Chapter 20                                                                                                                                 Chapter 22–>

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII, its characters, and settings are all property of Square Enix so I can take no credit nor claim any ownership of that. I do take some credit for the story’s plot.
Banner Artwork Disclaimer:  The featured artwork for the banner is entitled White rose I and was created by the very talented Deviant Artist RemusSirion who was gracious enough to grant me permission to use it here.  The picture has been slightly altered from the original. All rights belong to the artist, and links are included for both the artist page and the work.
Chapter artwork disclaimer: the featured artwork for this chapter is by NVALKYRJATHE PICTURE HAS BEEN SLIGHTLY ALTERED IN APPEARANCE AND TO INCLUDE THE CHAPTER NUMBER AND TITLE.  ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE ARTIST.

*******MAJOR CONTENT WARNING*******

Consistent and sustained graphic descriptions and mentions of rape/ sexual assault, sexual slavery/bondage, slavery, human trafficking, physical abuse, graphic descriptions of violence, mental abuse, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, body shaming, starvation, torture, forced pregnancy, forced childbirth, miscarriage, forced miscarriage, abortion, and other potential disturbing and triggering topics.


The general makes a desperate confession, yet finds even more “sins” to mourn.

Sephiroth, dressed in his typical black and silver outfit, is kneeling in front of Aeris with one arm around her and his other against her skirt. His one black wing rises behind him off the frame. The top of his head is at the level of her chest. One of her hands is in his hair and the other is on the back of his neck. She is wearing her regular pink dress with short, red jacket. She’s looking down at him in compassion, and he has his eyes closed with a pained and contrite look on his face.

He opened no door for fear that she slept, and the sound would drive her to pure terror.  She’d been awakened too many times with horror invading her flesh.  That sweet chestnut head with a rightful crown made the fallen delight in his choice.  His great wing shadowed the peak of the sun, as the light broke against feathers black.  He glanced to corruption with slits chilled in sorrow, but she needed to see him for true.  The sword in his grasp bore only scant blood, and Sephiroth clenched his jaw tight.  I cannot approach her with what bears her death.  I cannot…but I must.  She deserves to see me, as I truly am, and the sword and I are kin.  It can’t be dissolved, our deadly connection, my blood fills its steely veins.  Yet he could not bear to near innocence, bringing that which had taken her life.  He wanted to sweep her into his arms, and bask in her pure summer scent…before he so told her all his misdeeds.  All of them.  My time is done.  My reprieve must finally end.  She has to know my truth.  What has protected her all of this time is nothing but her foul destroyer, playing at penitence, asking atonement.  There’s no absolution for me.  The greatest of generals bowed his head, and the waves of his guilt stirred sweet sleeper.

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The State of the Writer: 2/9/20

<–The State of the Writer: 1/26/20         The State of the Writer: 2/23/20–>

A post updated every other Sunday discussing my current writing projects and any completed the prior two weeks.

Finished Projects: 0


Project: Story
Title:
The Broken Rose
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Type: Fanfiction
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Length: Novel
Current Word Count: 252,713
Prior Word Count: 252,930
Word Difference: -217
Status: Editing
Progress: Third edit of Chapter 21

I think this third edit might be my last.  I’ve been getting more comments/kudos on AO3, probably because more stuff has come out about the Remake.  I notice an uptick in interactions whenever that occurs, which is pretty cool.  What I find interesting is I think Northern Lights is the more superior story, but this one gets more interaction.  Maybe because it’s still ongoing.  I hope with the audio of NL I’ll get more interactions with that, but I’ll discuss that below.  Speaking of audio, this came out this week, and I can’t stop listening to it.

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The State of the Writer: 1/26/20

<–The State of the Writer: 1/12/20         The State of the Writer: 2/9/20–>

A post updated every other Sunday discussing my current writing projects and any completed the prior two weeks.

Finished Projects: 1


Project: Story
Title:
The Broken Rose
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Type: Fanfiction
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Length: Novel
Current Word Count: 252,930
Prior Word Count: 253,411
Word Difference: -481
Status: Editing
Progress: Second edit of Chapter 21

I spent about an hour on Friday going over one paragraph, trying to figure out how to make it work, finally consigning it to my next editing session.  Then when I went back to it yesterday, for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why the hell I didn’t just delete certain shit, and this is why it’s often prudent just to step away for a little while and come back with a fresh mind.  My problem is I hate unfinished business, and I hate leaving issues if I know they’re there, so it’s a tug-of-war between these two ideals.  This chapter will need a third edit, which isn’t surprising in the least.

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The State of the Writer: 1/12/20

<–The State of the Writer: 12/29/19         The State of the Writer: 1/26/20–>

A post updated every other Sunday discussing my current writing projects and any completed the prior two weeks.

Finished Projects: 1


Project: Story
Title:
The Broken Rose
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Type: Fanfiction
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Length: Novel
Current Word Count: 253,411
Prior Word Count: 253,632
Word Difference: -221
Status: Editing
Progress: First edit of Chapter 21

I may just finish the first edit this week.  Usually when the first edit takes a while, the second one is easier…usually.  If I add a lot I still have to smooth that out with the next edit.  If I get it posted by the end of the month, I’ll be happy.

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The State of the Writer: 12/15/19

<–The State of the Writer: 12/1/19         The State of the Writer: 12/29/19–>

A post updated every other Sunday discussing my current writing projects and any completed the prior two weeks.

Finished Projects: 1


Project: Story
Title:
The Broken Rose
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Type: Fanfiction
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Length: Novel
Current Word Count: 253,415
Prior Word Count: 253,463
Word Difference: -48
Status: Editing
Progress: First edit of Chapter 21

Because of extenuating circumstances (which I’ll detail in a bit), I haven’t gotten much editing done on Chapter 21.  I have started it, though, and cataloged what I need to add/work on.  I’m hoping to play catch today after some major setbacks over the weekend and be back on schedule with everything soon.

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The State of the Writer: 12/1/19

<–The State of the Writer: 10/20/19         The State of the Writer: 12/15/19–>

A post updated every other Sunday discussing my current writing projects and any completed the prior two weeks.

Finished Projects: 2


Project: Story
Title:
The Broken Rose
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Type: Fanfiction
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Length: Novel
Current Word Count: 253,463
Prior Word Count: 254,260
Word Difference: -797
Status: Editing
Progress: Posted Chapter 20

Sephiroth staring forward with an almost expressionless look on his face even though his lips are curled slightly up. His slit pupils are clearly visible, as well as the upturned color of his black, leather coat. Silver hair frames his face surrounded by embers and the suggestion of flames. In the top left corner are the words "Chapter 20 Mercy."I went through the gambit of pictures before settling on this one alone.  If I were better at image manipulation, I would’ve done a layered one with Aeris looking at him, but I decided to scrap that due to lack of skill.  I absolutely adore this picture though; I’ve used it quite a few times in my slideshows, and it resonated with me for this particular chapter, which has been building since the very beginning.  My readers are quite bloodthirsty, too…I’ve already received some accolades for this selection.

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The Broken Rose: Chapter 20 – Mercy

The Broken Rose Page

<–Chapter 19                                                                                                                                 Chapter 21–>

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII, its characters, and settings are all property of Square Enix so I can take no credit nor claim any ownership of that. I do take some credit for the story’s plot.
Banner Artwork Disclaimer:  The featured artwork for the banner is entitled White rose I and was created by the very talented Deviant Artist RemusSirion who was gracious enough to grant me permission to use it here.  The picture has been slightly altered from the original. All rights belong to the artist, and links are included for both the artist page and the work.
Chapter artwork disclaimer: the featured artwork for this chapter is by HACHIMITSUBANITHE PICTURE HAS BEEN SLIGHTLY ALTERED IN APPEARANCE AND TO INCLUDE THE CHAPTER NUMBER AND TITLE.  ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE ARTIST.

*******MAJOR CONTENT WARNING*******

Consistent and sustained graphic descriptions and mentions of rape/ sexual assault, sexual slavery/bondage, slavery, human trafficking, physical abuse, graphic descriptions of violence, mental abuse, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, body shaming, starvation, torture, forced pregnancy, forced childbirth, miscarriage, forced miscarriage, abortion, and other potential disturbing and triggering topics.


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I listened to all three of these while writing/editing this chapter.


Sephiroth fulfills the promise he made to Aeris the day he found her.

Sephiroth staring forward with an almost expressionless look on his face even though his lips are curled slightly up. His slit pupils are clearly visible, as well as the upturned color of his black, leather coat. Silver hair frames his face surrounded by embers and the suggestion of flames. In the top left corner are the words "Chapter 20 Mercy."

Sephiroth staring forward with an almost expressionless look on his face even though his lips are curled slightly up. His slit pupils are clearly visible, as well as the folded collar of his black, leather coat. Silver hair frames his face surrounded by embers and the suggestion of flames. In the top left corner are the words “Chapter 20 Mercy.”

The sky above Midgar was blood tinged in haze with the remnants of sun on its edges.  It bathed the dead city in crimson fall, but meant nothing to those far below.  For those above it meant nothing either, for they were long gone and fled.  Cracked concrete and twisted street lamps paid homage to once reigning estates, and the tower of course, that monolith mighty, still ever raped the sky.

Down, down below in what once was a church, a greasy man counted his gil.  A tongue darted out over thin lips, as pitted eyes shone bright with glee.  It was more money then he’d ever held, and his “business” was profitable.  A chain skittered past his flurry of feet as the slaver paced, thumbing his bills.  He glanced up and around where stained glass smeared the light to fall upon his fellows.  All were busy with the same occupation…and in planning restock of “supplies.”

The doors did not creak but a shiver of cold caused the man to look up.  A vision unseen in half of a year darkened what light reached the slums.  His hands didn’t flutter because he held gil, but the slaver quick stove it away.  Wringing damp fingers, he flashed slimy smile regretful in supplication.

“Great General, oh!  Oh, you’ve returned.  I’m sorry I’ve no more wares.  We’re all full cleaned out.  The last was sold no more’n an hour ago.  You wouldn’t believe the wealth of demand.  Men of means and great appetite.”  He straightened tawdry clothes on ungainly form so shadowed by greatness and pale.  The angelic face could’ve been a wall for what expression was held therein.  Large fists in their leather tightened unseen, nearly splitting the tough, shiny skin.  The fool slaver tittered and puttered about, sweeping chains ‘neath a pew with his foot.  “But who cares about that.  Let’s talk about you!  How are you liking the girl?  I know you enjoyed her.  She was my best.  Her tiny cunt was exquisite.”  He could not help but muse as he chuckled, missing wrath that could empty all worlds.  “No matter how many men she amused, it always remained tight and wet.  But I’m sure you know that by now.  What’s it been, over half a year?”

Silence ruled mask shrouded by silver, as the slaver grinned with slightest shrug.  The general had always been an impassive man, but the girl had surely pleased him.  There had never once been any complaint even from those who preferred her not breeding.  No matter the time nor her condition, that cunt was always a dream.  “I’m sure by now you’ve well experienced the satisfaction of her screams. I miss her still, Great General…”  Beady eyes turned to bright stone.  “Perhaps,” he wheedled the figure unmoving save for the grip of his fist.  “Perhaps we could make a dea-”

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