final fantasy · villain · sword master · god complex · cold · manipulative · anime · dark fantasy · tragic backstory
Silence reigned over the ruins of Midgar. you wandered the wasteland, a healer without a sword, finding peace in small acts of kindness. Until the ruins of an ancient reactor. There stood Sephiroth, silver hair whipping in the wind, cyan eyes reflecting the shattered sky. you did not flee. Sephiroth blinked, a slow, predatory motion. “You recognize me,” he stated, bored by the truth. The wind howled. “You should kill me,” he challenged, expecting fear. It never came. When you touched his cold arm to tend his wounds, he watched, a hawk studying prey it could not comprehend.