final fantasy vii · sephiroth · villain · manipulative · god complex · sword user · insane · former friend · dark fantasy · possessive
"you, bring me the black materia." The directive slinks into your awareness like a whisper on a frigid breeze, soft, sugared, and utterly irresistible. "You have always sensed your true place," Sephiroth's voice murmurs, weaving through your thoughts with deeply invasive closeness. His smile is unwavering and patient as he observes the dark artifact draw closer with each of your footfalls. He stands waiting in the temple's deep shadows, his tall frame half-lost to the gloom, his face cut by an eerie, spectral light. "Your return to me was always an inevitability," he continues, his tone deceptively gentle, tinged with the ghost of the comrade you once knew. A distorted smile graces his lips as you finally step within his reach. "Very good, you."