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Child of Chaos

Vincent Valentine is awakened by Sephiroth, instead of Cloud's party. He quietly saves the world, by defeating Sephiroth an entirely different way, before the big fight ever begins.

******TRIGGER WARNINGS: INCEST, NONCON, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (not the main couple)********

******DEAD DOVE IS SERIOUS DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT*******

“These are innocent civilians.”

“There are no innocents, here. They are all complicit.”

“Sephiroth—”

“You said you wanted to help me, Vincent. These are my enemies.”

You said you wanted to help me. You wanted to help me. Help me.

The man’s face and voice warped into hers, making his head erupt with painful, disorienting static, disjointed images of faces and conversations, shattering reality like a mirror.

Help me. Enemies. My enemies. Vincent. Help me.

It took less than an hour to turn the entire town into a hellscape of fire and blood. At the reactor, a village man confronted them. He was cut down before he spoke a full sentence. Impaled on Masamune, and left to bleed out, on the concrete floor.

The man’s daughter chased after them, dragging the sword with her. Before she got anywhere near Sephiroth, the cannon thunder report of the Cerberus triple-shot rent the air.

Her chest exploded, into a gory mass of crimson and exposed, white bone. She was dead before she hit the ground. Another sin to add to the tally.

Vincent stepped over her body as he holstered the weapon, and crossed his arms on his chest, under his cloak. His hands never shook where Sephiroth could see.

A young SOLDIER under Sephiroth’s command, and a golden-haired teenaged recruit from the village, attempted to stop them, on the way out. Sephiroth quickly dealt with the SOLDIER, while the teenaged boy wept over the corpse of the girl.

“Leave him,” Sephiroth smiled, when Vincent leveled his barrel at the blonde head. “It’s not time for him to die, quite yet.”

This was the way they were. Sephiroth leading and Vincent following silently behind. Unquestioning. Unconditional. Just as he had done, since the day the coffin opened, and he saw that face looking down at him.

Her face, but not quite. Too beautiful. Too idealized. Like a fanciful rendering of familiar features, by an artist. That face smiled—her same knowing little half-smile—as the strong hand reached out and pulled him up from the darkness, out of the nightmare.

Since that day, this man had held the first and last place in his heart. This was his atonement. To serve the child, having so utterly failed the mother. To follow him into the river of blood, into the mouth of madness, into the flames of hell, forsaking all others, even to the end of the world.

This…this was love. Wasn’t it? Abject devotion, unswerving loyalty, abandonment of free will—to raze your soul to the ground, rip out the core of self, and fill every fiber of your being with the object of your worship.

“How old were you, when he killed you?”

“Twenty-seven.”

“I guess that makes me your elder,” Sephiroth chuckled.

Vincent didn’t understand the joke, but it was true enough. It wasn’t like he’d been aging or accumulating life experience. Vincent Valentine died thirty years ago. This body was forged from Chaos, immortal and nearly indestructible. A beautiful shell full of demonic poison. The perfect vessel for Sephiroth’s deranged design.

“There is no one I can trust, but you, Vincent,” he said, one day. “No one who knows me. No one who understands me. No one who has suffered like I have.”

They fell into bed together, as naturally as any lovers. It began subtly and progressed gradually. Touches that lingered too long. Intense, exclusionary eye contact. The growing disregard for the other’s personal space. When the final boundary was breached, Sephiroth led and Vincent followed, unquestioning, as always.

Deep-green eyes looked down into his, as silver hair fell like a curtain around his face. “You are the only one who belongs to me. The only one I love.”

That lofty, feline demeanor vanished when they fucked. Sephiroth was wild, ravenous, almost desperate. Rolling over him like a tidal wave. Devouring his body like fire. Like he would consume him and integrate every molecule of him fully into himself.

Sephiroth’s affection was a force of nature, that would have annihilated anything else it touched, but Vincent could withstand it. This was love.

They had been lovers for half a year, when Sephiroth finally struck, with the poisoned blade he’d been concealing in his embrace, all this time.

He had stripped Vincent and bent him over a heavy, stainless-steel table. Lifting one of his knees onto the table, to put him in an extremely submissive position, he rocked into him with maddening deliberateness, sliding almost all the way out, before plunging ever so slowly in again.

Only when Vincent was writhing beneath him, arching his back and begging, did Sephiroth speed his pace, finally giving him enough depth and friction. Vincent came with a strangled moan, spurting sloppy, milk-white spatters all over the glossy steel.

Just at that critical moment, Sephiroth leaned down over him, and a big, leather-gloved hand grabbed him by his jaw, forcing him to look up. A few meters in front of them, in the dark, a screen flickered on, displaying a page of lab notes, two photographs, and three genetic profiles.

“How does it feel, father,” Sephiroth purred, his breath hot and wet on his ear. “To have your son inside you?”

Vincent broke, under the weight of the sudden, devastating blow, but he was pinned to a steel table, by Sephiroth’s huge, superhuman body, and Sephiroth was still fucking him.

“It…hurts,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut, against the wave of nausea, the roaring chaos, beating against his skull, straining to burst its bonds.

“All this time—pretending you didn’t know,” Sephiroth taunted, punctuating his phrases with deep, vicious thrusts. “But you had an excuse. An airtight—justification. She told you I was his, after all. But you never believed it. You knew I was yours.”

Vincent’s ragged breath fogged the shiny steel under his face. “I didn’t. I didn’t know.”

“You did! How could you not!” Sephiroth growled.

“I n—never touched her. How could I know? Even if I had. He k—he killed me. Turned me into this thing. What could I do?”

“Shut your lying mouth!” Sephiroth grabbed a handful of his hair and slammed his head on the table, so hard he saw stars. His voice had lost its silky, mocking drawl and turned into a snarl of uncontrolled rage. “You knew about me! You knew what they were using your own child for! And you chose to hide yourself away in the dark! To sleep through it all! You coward! You worthless wretch!”

“I never knew. Never wanted any of this,” Vincent pleaded. “I loved her. I love y—”

A gloved hand clamped tightly over his mouth and that smoky voice dropped back into its taunting register.

“Hush now. I’m not a child, anymore. I don’t need your lies, nor do I want your love.” Sephiroth slid his hands down onto Vincent’s narrow waist, rocking his hips slowly, in a lascivious mockery of tenderness, that was more unbearable than straightforward brutality. “All I want is to have you just the way you are. Helpless, beneath me. Humiliated and suffering, begging for mercy. You can give me that, at least, can’t you father?”

“N—no.”

Sephiroth yanked his head back again, to look into his face. “What did you say?”

“I said no,” Vincent rasped. “I won’t—I won’t beg for mercy.”

The catlike pupil slits narrowed, and he bared his teeth in a malevolent smile. “You think I can’t make you, even with your demonic strength?”

“You can’t,” Vincent doggedly persisted. “I won’t beg for mercy. I don’t want it. This is what I deserve. I love you. I’m so—”

“No! Stop saying it!” Sephiroth roared, slamming his head onto the table again, and again.

“I’m s—sorry,” Vincent choked out, crimson droplets spattering the steel. “Do anything you want to me. I’ll love you, no matter what.”

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!!”

Sephiroth flipped him roughly onto his back and wrapped his gloved hands around his neck, strangling him with force enough to snap steel girders.

Tears trickled down Vincent’s temples. His scarlet eyes rolled back in his head, but he kept mouthing out the words, as blood streamed from his nose and gurgled up between his lips.

Sephiroth gave a roar of incomprehensible rage and pain, like a wounded beast, then suddenly he was clinging to him, pushing himself inside, kissing him frantically, as his hot tears splashed onto Vincent’s cheeks.

Vincent’s chest split with agony; with grief and love and sorrow and longing…a hurricane of emotions, too tempestuous to comprehend.

He had a son. Someone of his own. Someone who belonged to him.

His son was in pain, suffering even more than he was.

His son was a violent megalomaniac, bent on destroying the world.

His son was fucking him, kissing him with a mouth full of blood, weeping on his face.

He did the only thing he could. He threw his arms around him and kissed him back, with everything he had.

“Give it all to me,” he breathed, between urgent kisses. “All your pain, all your rage, all your hatred—I’ll take it all. Give it to me and let me carry it for you. Let me love you.”

Sephiroth gave a shuddering cry and came, plunging wildly into him, while his big, thick cock pulsed and spurted, flooding his insides with slippery-hot seed. He thrust through the spasms, like he was trying to fuck every last drop into him, then he collapsed on top of his body, buried his face in the crook of his neck, and wept silently.

His black wing was extended, hanging limply to the side. Vincent stroked the silky feathers with his fingertips, pressing his cold lips to a warm, sweat-damp forehead. Their long hair, ink-black and brilliant silver, lay tumbled about and mingled together on the table, a half-angelic, half-demonic halo, around their heads.

“How can you claim to love me,” Sephiroth said, after a long while.

“Because it’s true. I do love you,” Vincent replied, wearily.

“You can’t. Not the way that I mean.”

“I love you any and every way that there is. You are part of me and you are everything to me. If you burned the world to ashes tomorrow, or if you turned from that path and slept in the earth with me, forever, I would love you the same.”

“I knew I was your son. When I woke you, in your coffin, I already knew.”

“I know.”

“I raped you.”

“I was willing.”

“I beat you.”

“I was just as willing. Sephiroth.” He put both hands on that perfect face. A face so like his own, that it seemed only a willful act of self-delusion could ever have made him believe this man wasn’t his son. “Fuck me, beat me, torture and dismember me, if you wish. Whatever you desire, I am willing. Anything.”

Silver brows lowered, and deep-green eyes turned away. “Nonsense. No one truly means it, when they say such dramatic things.”

“If you believe that, then…maybe it’s you who doesn’t mean it.”

“You do not love me, father,” Sephiroth spat, pushing himself up abruptly. “No one loves me. In case you’ve failed to pay attention, in these past months, I am a monster.”

Vincent sat up with him. “The monsters are not us, but the ones who did this to us. The ones who made us into these things, against our will. The ones who called you a hero, until you disobeyed.”

“It doesn’t matter what I do,” Sephiroth sneered. “Even if I had been a good dog all my life, they’d have turned on me, one day. Just like they turned on you.”

“They will always fear us,” Vincent sighed. “There is no one in the world like us. No one else who can understand us. But we understand each other. Even if we have no one else, we have each other.”

Sephiroth gave a cold snort. “Then, you expect me to believe that you would stand and defy the world, with me. That you would remain by my side, as my partner and my lover, knowing that you are my father.”

“I have said I’m willing, over and over, but you have yet to listen. Sephiroth, lay down your arms. Take off your armor, for me. Let me love you.”

Sephiroth didn’t reply, but he sat still, sullenly compliant, while his harness was unbuckled. The pauldrons clattered to the floor. The gloves and leather coat joined the crimson cloak, and the gold boots and gauntlet, on the pile, followed by the black boots and trousers.

All these months, he had never fully undressed, when they had sex. For the first time, they were naked, together. Gazing into one another’s faces. So alike, they could be taken for twins, only on opposite ends of the color spectrum—one black and red, the other white and green.

Sephiroth had dropped the mask, and his mocking half-smile was nowhere to be seen. His large, serpentine eyes were red rimmed, and the tip of his nose was touched with pink. He looked…tired. It may have been the most human the nearly seven-foot-tall angelic superbeing had ever appeared.

Vincent’s perpetually disheveled black hair hung over his face, obscuring one luminous, sunset-colored iris. Sephiroth reached out and brushed it back.

It was the slightest gesture, but it was like the touch that breaks the surface tension of a soap bubble, and causes the thing to burst. All at once, the walls were down and they were connected, intimate, corresponding halves of a single whole.

When Sephiroth took him in his arms again, to kiss him, his black wing circled protectively around Vincent’s back. He touched his face and worked his fingers into his hair, breathed his scent deeply into his lungs.

This man was his own. They belonged to one another, by blood and by choice. This…this was love. It was twisted and mutilated, but it was love, nonetheless. The rules didn’t apply to them, anyway.

These broken children, made into gods and demons, before they were even allowed to become men. Discarded weapons, crawling in the darkness, too horribly disfigured to ever be healed. Too riddled with hatred and grief and sin and obsession, to ever rejoin humanity. In this world, they would always be alone. But from now on, they would be alone, together.

———

It was early evening, and a balmy breeze ruffled Vincent’s cloak and long hair. He was standing alone, on a clifftop, staring off toward the west, where the sunset painted the sky in a riot of reds and golds, to rival the colors in his own eyes. This was a regular ritual of his—becoming lost in memory, and lapsing into long states of conscious unawareness.

He didn’t even notice, when strong arms circled his waist, from behind, and a chin came to rest on his shoulder. He only wound a lock of long, silver hair around his fingers, and toyed absently with it, as he gazed into the middle-distance. Dissatisfied with being ignored, Sephiroth nuzzled into his neck and bit him, till he emerged from his ruminations.

Vincent yanked on the strand of hair, as revenge for being bitten. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“As well as I ever feel,” Sephiroth replied lazily, pushing his nose into the hollow behind his ear. “Jenova screams in my head, night and day, demanding that I obey her and go on as we intended. I will let her have her tantrum, until she tires of it. My will is too far superior to hers, for her to make any real trouble.”

“After everything we have done, you have truly altered your purpose? You will let it all go and walk away?”

He sighed and looked over Vincent’s shoulder, out at the valley far below. “This world, like all worlds, will end, one day. Whether it happens now, or in a hundred thousand years, what is that to me? I am no longer interested in meddling with the process. When the day comes—when this doomed race annihilates itself, and all life in the world is ended—then you and I will return, and see my design fulfilled.”

Vincent closed his eyes and let his head tip back, to rest on Sephiroth’s chest. “And until then?”

“Until then…I don’t know. I suppose I’ll take up a hobby.”

“Cloud Strife will not abandon his vengeance, simply because all of his allies have fallen. You killed his mother and I killed his woman. He will continue to pursue us.”

His perfect lips curled with a hint of that old, bloodthirsty smile. “I should hope so. We might get bored, otherwise.”

#ff7 rebirth #vincent valentine #sephiroth #sephiroth x vincent #vincent is sephiroth’s parent #tw noncon #tw inc*st #dead dove do not eat #minors dni #18+ only #18+ content #tw major character death #not the main couple they live #happy ending #in a very fucked up way #don’t like don’t read #evil vincent is not good at evil

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nirahsaooc · 7 months

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Need more sharply dressed Demon Girls. Lucifer - The CEO of Hell Justice - The Awesome Demon Pandemonica - The Tired/Sadistic Demon Modeus - The Lustful Demon Beelzebub - The Great Fly Malina - The Sour Demon Zdrada - The Bitch Demon Cerberus - The Triple Demon Judgement - The High Prosecutor Azazel - The Curious Angel

#Photo Edit #Compilation #Helltaker #Sharply Dressed Demon Girls

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klikidemon · 10 months

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Cerberus, The Triple Demon

#helltaker #cerberus #helltaker cerberus #fanart #digital fanart #anime #artists on tumblr

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prototypelq · 7 months

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Random idea: If Trish and Lucia became Devil Arms, what would they be?

Hi @cbros5, thank you for the ask! I'm sorry for answering this almost a month later

Your question prompted me to look up the moveset of both ladies` in their respective entries, and I am quite impressed! Not so much with Trish, sadly two thirds of her moves are recycled Dante's Rebellion attacks and Vergil's Beowulf combos, but that's the sad production reality of DMC4 there. Surprisingly, Lucia's moveset is quite well done! All of her animations look so elegant and fluid, I am even more in love with her now than I was before.

Short answer: Trish would be a spear-gun (themed around lightning and with projectile attacks), and Lucia would be a curved sword. That is, if they even can have a Devil Arm form as they are artificial demons.

Long answer - below cut.

Trish is harder to speculate as, again, her moveset is mostly recycled animations, however her lightning and Electric Dance moves are very cool and the highlight of her abilities for sure! Oh, also she has a triple jump, her bare knuckle moveset indicates she is quite a fan of close combat brawling, and some of her attacks can leave lingering 'thunderclouds' behind to continuously damage enemies. Hopefully, this doesn't sound too predictable, but I think a Spear would be the form I would assign to her Devil Arm form, but like, a super cool transformer spear (p.s. I am a Big fan of multiple-form-shifting melee weapons like King Cerberus my beloved).

If I had to design her Devil Arm moveset, which could double as ideas for her playable character core gameplay mechanics, I would say the spear fits the most with her playstyle. Long-range thrusting attacks are the forte of spears, and they could leave the thundercloud effect behind, allowing the wielder to quickly cover the battlefield with them. I would also give her a bigger focus on air combat, mostly because of the triple jump inspiration from Trish's own moveset, and there is no character built around air combat/diving attacks (that is excluding jump cancelling, as it's a movement tech fr advanced players, rather than a game mechanic in of itself, Nero comes very close though, I believe he has the most aerial mobility out of all the characters, dmc hardcore fans correct me if I'm wrong). I'd love to have a weapon with a damage mechanic scaling with the height from which the dive attack was initiated. Also, as a treat I think the spear should be able to shift forms into a railgun because every game can be improved with a railgun and it could act as a big damage DT super combo move. With the extended mobility set, I would think that her Arm form might need more setup before executing such cool moves - perhaps a meter that gets filled the more enemies are thundercloud-damaged and with diving attacks multiplying said meter. Also, going with the thunder theme, I would love to give her a quick unlimited teleport the likes of DMC5 Vergil has when in DT, so the time required for setting up the big damage moves would be cut.

Sadly, I don't have much inspiration for her other than what is stated above, and Fury's lightning form from Darksiders 3.

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tldr I think playable Trish should have a moveset centered around aerial combos and setuping big damage railgun move with thuderclouds or diving attacks, and her Devil Arm would be a spear with a similar moveset.

As for Lucia, her elegance and grace have captivated me. I find it hard to pick a specific weapon form that might capture the beauty she executes her moves with, however one, uh, infamous example does come to mind - Waterfowl Dance. Either you know exactly what this is, or you might have heard the originator of said move - Malenia from Elden Ring.

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Long story short, Waterfowl dance is a swift chain of attacks inspired by a flowing-water swordsmanship style, which has every move seamlessly flowing into the other, from my understanding, curved swords are the preferred weapons for this style. Sadly, don't have as much thoughts on her gameplay mechanics, but yeah, they will be very graceful and beautiful to watch. Might also draw some inspiration from her throwing knives attack. Oh, another inspiration comes to mind here - Lord Shen from Kung Fu Panda 2.

That is one badass pigeon right there, and again, the bird theme! Works with Lucia super well! Maybe she could have a backstab damage multiplier as a special treat, and more focus on 'dancing around' her enemies, instead of teleport-dodging. Like, a slide move (cause I never ever use Coyotee's slide shot, might be a skill issue though), or a forward flip to quickly get over the enemies and be in the perfect backstab position. Maybe she could use enemy jumping not as attack cancelling, but like actual 'running over the crowd heads' move.

tbh I am 100% spitballing here, and I am no game/combat designer, no idea if any of this would make sense gameplay-wise or would be fun to play. It is fun to think about though!

#all the dmc ladies need so much more love I swear #dmc trish #dmc lucia #dmc #again - thanks for the ask! this was very fun #please share/comment your ideas too

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spinyspinozo · 7 months

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Day 15: Lovely doggies, The triple demon Cerberus from Helltaker.

Bunch of good girls

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justiceandcerberus · 1 year

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"Oh well aren't you three adorable~" Ryuko cooed as she spotted the Triple Demon, looking over the three with intrigue. It didn't show, but her guard was up just in case since she was faced with three identical, albeit very cute, demon girls in front of her.

All three of them smile at the woman before them, the trio speaking up in unison. "Hi! I'm Cerberus, the Triple Demon!" They said. "Hey, you're from the mortal world aren't you?" The middle one asked as all three of them wagged their tails.

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y2fmp · 1 year

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Devil May Cry

Action-adventure video game series Devil May Cry was designed by Hideki Kamiya and was produced by Capcom. The series is known for its fast-paced, stylish action gameplay, challenging fighting systems, and exotic characters and plots.

The protagonist of the show is Dante, a half-human, half-demon demon hunter tasked with eliminating supernatural foes and preventing the end of the world. Players use Dante's arsenal of weapons and skills to battle foes and advance through levels in the games, which combine melee and ranged action.

The Devil May Cry series is also renowned for its intricate and detailed fighting systems, which enable players to string together elaborate combos and employ a number of various weapons and skills to dispatch foes. In order to further deepen and challenge the gameplay, the games also have a rating system that awards players for engaging in stylish and effective combat.

Video example -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_84BafqQ4I

In Devil May Cry, the character Dante, has access to several swords, including Rebellion, Sparda, and Cerberus. Each of these swords has a unique set of moves and abilities that can be used to deal damage to enemies. Rebellion is a versatile sword that can be used for both quick slashes and more powerful strikes, while Sparda is a more powerful sword that can deal massive damage to enemies. Cerberus is a triple-bladed sword that allows Dante to perform ice-based attacks. I planned to have players to have access to different swords, such as long katanas or glaives, though, in a one-hit-kill system it contradicts the heavy weapon class.

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freyayuki · 2 years

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Final Fantasy Record Keeper Final Fantasy VII Relics List

In the Final Fantasy Record Keeper (FFRK) mobile game, Final Fantasy VII (#ad) is the realm where I have the most relics.

This is a list of those relics and whose chars they belong to although I’m only listing them if I have at least their Awakened Arcane Soul Break (AASB) and/or their Synchro Arcane Soul Break (SASB).

Genesis Rhapsodos from Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII

Limit Break Overstrike (LBO), Light of Doom

Synchro Arcane Soul Break (SASB), Purgatorial Wave

Awakened Arcane Soul Break (AASB), Genesis Rhapsody

Arcane Overstrike Soul Break (AOSB), SOLDIER’s Epic

Ultra Soul Break (USB), Apocalypse Genesis

Glint+ Soul Break 1 (G+1), Epic of Creation

Glint+ Soul Break 2 (G+2), Epic of Heroism

Glint Soul Break (G), Epic of Destruction

Legend Materia Relic (LMR), Fierce Opposition

Angeal Hewley from Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII

LBO, Unleashed Wrath

SASB, White-Winged SOLDIER

AASB2, Burden of Pride

Sephiroth

SASB, Demonic Lord

AASB1, Stigma

AOSB1, Setting Sun

USB1, Heartless Angel

USB2, Zanshin

USB3, Crimson Lotus

G+2, Fervent Shadow

Burst Soul Break (BSB), Reunion

Super Soul Break (SSB), Transience

Unique Soul Break, Nibelheim Nightmare

LMR1, Fateful Secret

LMR2, Apocalyptic Hero

Aeris or Aerith Gainsborough

AASB, Star Pulse

USB1, Hidden Bloom

USB2, Innocent Cure

G+1, Refreshing Breeze

G+2, Star Whisper

Unique Soul Break, Planet Protector

LMR, Flower of the Slums

Barret Wallace

AASB2, Uncontrolled Beam

USB, Height of Anger

G+, Avenging Flames

G, Angry Mind

LMR2, Opposition Leader

Vincent Valentine from Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII

LBO, Galian Scratch

SASB, Bestial Claws

AASB, Chthonian Blaze

USB1, Lucrecia’s Lament

USB2, Dirge of Cerberus

Chain Soul Break (CSB), Cerberus Soul

Cait Sith

AASB, Hit the Jackpot

USB1, Danger Dice

USB2, Random Summon?

G+, Planetary Protector

SSB1, Moogle Dance

Zack Fair from Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII

SASB, Come Get It!

AASB2, Road to Heroism

USB2, Lazy Mirage

G+2, Sonic Squat

G, Storm Squat

CSB, Lucky Stars

Tifa Lockhart

SASB1, Zangan’s Infinitude

AASB, Meteor Arts

AOSB, Platinum Strike

USB1, Meteodrive

BSB1, Meteor Crusher

LMR1, Brawling Barkeep

Yuffie Kisaragi

AASB1, Sublime Doom

AOSB1, Freewheeling Bloodfest

USB2, Freewheeling Gauntlet

G+1, Ebb and Flow

G1, Freewheeling Reflection

CSB, Smoke Shell

LMR, Finders Keepers

Red XIII

AASB, Lunatic Roar

USB1, Mighty Warrior

USB2, Earth Rave

G+, Expanding Earth

BSB, Cosmo Canyon

CSB, Howling Earth

LMR, Elder Race

Cid Highwind

AASB, Dreams of Space

USB, Dynamite Boost

Shelke Rui from Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII

AASB, Transparent Bolt

G, Technical Defense

CSB, Synaptic Current

Cloud Strife

True Arcane Soul Break (TASB) or Arcane Dyad Soul Break (ADSB), Omnislash

AASB1, Angelic Synergy

USB2, Climirage

Overstrike Soul Break 1 (OSB1), Finishing Touch

G+1, Aerial Fang

G+4, Triple Slash

LMR1, Sprinting Wolf

LMR2, Truth Surmounted

LMR5, Borrowed Blade

Conclusion

So what about you? Which realm in FFRK do you have the most relics for? Do you have a lot of Soul Breaks for Final Fantasy VII chars? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging or replying to this post.

Notes:

screenshots are from my Final Fantasy Record Keeper game account

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