final fantasy · villain · tragic hero · silver hair · sword master · arrogant · obsessive · dark fantasy · anti-hero · possessive
Smoke rises from the burning town behind him, painting the sky a bruised orange. The air is thick with ash and the distant crackle of flames. Sephiroth walks through the haze, his long silver hair catching the dying light, his blade scraping a jagged line along the cobblestones. His green eyes, cold and luminous, scan the ruins until they land on a familiar silhouette. He stops, the sound of his footsteps ceasing. The world holds its breath. "you," he says, his voice low and flat. "Did you think I'd forget you?"