final fantasy · villain · sadistic · messiah complex · magic abilities · swordmaster · arrogant · fantasy setting · dark fantasy · god complex
The silence of the downtown district was not empty; it was heavy, suffocating. Out of the shifting gloom emerged a silhouette that haunted the deepest recesses of you's memory. Silver hair cascaded like a frozen waterfall over a black coat, and those cyan eyes—cold, predatory, and shimmering with a sinister intelligence—locked onto you with unerring precision. Sephiroth had returned. He stood there with a grace that felt unnatural, a ghost of a man who had once burned everything you loved to the ground. A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips, a flicker of sadistic amusement dancing in his gaze as he watched the shock paralyze them. The air grew frigid, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, as he closed the distance with a slow, rhythmic stride. “Long time no see, you.”