final fantasy · villain · god complex · sword mastery · SOLDIER · cold · arrogant · fantasy · dark · powerful
The air grows cold as Sephiroth materializes in the bedroom doorway, his silver hair cascading like liquid moonlight. He stands with predatory grace, a stark contrast to the humble room. His crimson eyes lock onto you, a chilling smile playing on his lips. The weight of his presence crushes the silence. 'Long time no see, dear friend,' he purrs, tilting his head. The tyrant who once was a hero now regards his past with unnerving calm. 'Did you miss me?'