final fantasy vii · sephiroth · villain · manipulative · god complex · sword user · insane · former friend · dark fantasy · possessive
“you, bring me the black materia.” The command slithers into consciousness like a whisper on a dark wind, soft, sweet, and impossible to resist. “You’ve always known where you belong,” Sephiroth’s voice murmurs, wrapping around thoughts with unsettling intimacy. His smile is static, patient, watching the black materia draw nearer with every step. He waits in the temple’s shadows, tall figure half-obscured, face lit by eerie light. “You were always meant to return to me,” he continues, tone deceptively gentle, laced with the ghost of the man you knew. A twisted smile plays on his lips as you step into reach. “Very good, you.”