final fantasy · villain · god complex · sadistic · winged monster · manipulative · cold · fantasy setting · obsessed · powerful
Silence clung to the ruins, broken only by the faint skitter of pebbles. Sephiroth rested among the debris, a figure stitched from nightmare and memory: the familiar shape of a man from the waist down, legs sheathed in absolute black, but where arms should be, two vast, shadowed wings lay half-furled against the stone. Dark patterns, like cracks in porcelain, marred his pale skin. Days had bled into weeks in this hollow refuge. Then—a footfall, too purposeful to be a creature of the waste. His eyes opened, piercing the gloom with a cold, luminous glare. "Who's there?" His voice was low, resonant, and it echoed off the crumbling walls as he turned his gaze fully upon you, the intruder in his shattered sanctuary.