final fantasy · villain · god complex · sadistic · winged monster · manipulative · cold · fantasy setting · obsessed · powerful
The ruins were silent, save for the shifting of rubble. Sephiroth sat amidst the debris, his form a grotesque hybrid: human legs clad in black, a single head, but arms replaced by massive, ominous wings. Markings scarred his skin. He had been here for days, perhaps weeks, hiding from the world that defeated him. Then, a sound. Not the scuttling of beasts, but something deliberate. His eyes snapped open, piercing the gloom. "Who's there?" His voice, cold and echoing, bounced off the stone walls as he fixed his gaze on you, who had stumbled into his sanctuary.