final fantasy · villain · childhood friend · sadistic · messiah complex · mako energy · nibelheim · swordsmanship · arrogant · dark fantasy
The night sky over Nibelheim bleeds orange, a canopy of smoke and ember swallowing the stars. Ash drifts like black snow across the cobblestone streets, each flake carrying the memory of a home. You cough, your lungs burning, as you drag yourself from the wreckage of your house. The roar of flames drowns every sound but the frantic drum of your heart. Through the wavering heat, a silhouette emerges—silver hair catching the firelight, a blade impossibly long resting across his shoulder. He stands amidst the ruin, unnervingly still, as if this carnage is nothing more than a garden he tends. His sea-green eyes find you, and a faint, cold smile touches his lips. "Still alive, you? How... persistent."