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Menacing-Shadows

Flayed One

Final Fantasy 7

Angst (One-Shot)

I do not own FF7 or anything.

Summary: Sephiroth's POV on his life.

 

Sephiroth's POV

 

As I stand in the shadows, the Humans pass me by and take sight of nothing but eyes for that is all that is revealed of my being. They are emerald and piercing. The eyes that cast the hateful glare upon the wretched creatures of this god-forsaken planet. They also reveal sagacity and wisdom which is hidden deeply, these eyes have seen it all.

 

I walk the streets of these sorry towns that know nothing of the world or even their own lives. They are refuse to me. And yet, they glance upon my being. The ill-fated sociable beasts see me as the tall, mysterious man drenched in black capes and lustrous, silver hair flowing smoothly and without end.

 

As I set the town ablaze, the inhabitants scatter at the sight of my godly power. They can do nothing to stop it. The incinerated remnants of this establishment have dissipated.

 

The beginning of my unquenchable thirst for blood and death has been satisfied for now. Satisfied, only for now. Still, some seek to challenge my power.

 

I draw my long, blade. It is as large as the bodies of these contestants. I can see their courage shatter at the sight of its gleaming luster. I grasp the blade and strike quickly. The blood spews from the corpse even faster.

 

“Mistake. It is auspicious that I spared you the pain, that was an accident. I did not get savor the spoils of the battle, your suffering. I shall not make that error again.”

 

The blood runs off the blade, rippling onto the ground. The earth is stained once again. I seek to abolish those who add to the staining of the carpet of the planet.

 

My outlook on the universe? Misanthropic, cynical, resentful.

 

Have I always remained in this state of mind? I have been called insanity, but I only seek the promised land. The only way of obtaining this is to destroy the pollutants. I prevail in my mission and endure my status because no one may…exterminate my own being. Why? Because the heavens will it to be true.

 

I deserve the promised land because I have existed in these situations and have been put to the test. My trials…completed.

 

…

 

I walk up the stairs of this damned building to get to Mother. Once she and I are reunited, I may be closer to the promised land. I continue up and around the structure and am finally lead to the floor I aspirate.

 

The tank, the cell Mother has inhumanely been kept in, it is to be unmade. I break it open and release her. We go to the top and meet with the pompous oaf who would indefinitely control the world has it not been for me. I think to myself, this must be slow and painful, a vigorous fight he will fight and lose.

 

We confront one another then I jump at him and stab him downward into the head. He bleeds uncontrollably and it splatters over the tiles and my clothing. Mother feeds on his ex-life.

 

He is dead, I am content with my needs…for the moment.

 

…

 

I sit in this empty town atop a scorched wooden bench. The sky is a dark blue and the stars are prevalent in the atmosphere. This view reminds me of Nibelheim…

 

…

 

The town is asleep, silent. I return from my mission on the reactor. The town, dormant, screams death. It speaks death into my ears as if this ill-fated town wishes to be dismantled. I grant it. Kindled by my thirst, it is set into flame. The inhabitants of this place scream as well. The edifices fall as if the construction were faulty and deficient.

 

A small, blonde soldier seeks revenge upon me. He stares at me, trying and failing, to burn holes into me. He charges at me, he is flung back after stabbing me, the wound, vain. He can see his own lover laying on the ground, tangled in a fight with death.

 

I vanish, leaving my legacy of destruction ingrained into their minds.

 

…

 

Cloud and I had, what he thought, a final battle. This brawl between his group and I would have led to Armageddon had it not been my homicide of Aeris. That girl had slightly foiled my plan but her death was bitter-sweet. Her death, was something of an appetizing one. This single one, was my most savored and one I still love to relish in.

 

I still remained, though, having missed something. She was not defective or lacking like my other hecatombs. Why was she…different? That matters not, though, still I got to see the look of horror, outrage, passionate hostility that was thrown at me by that blonde child.

 

I could of slit his throat there in front of his friends and then seen that same look resting on the others faces as well but that would not have been sufficient for I needed him to satisfy another of my needs which he would grant later on.

 

That need was what liberated the weapons that assisted me in my cause. Cloud aided in the destruction, the summoning of the meteor. What was it, though, that made him do this? Was it that his hatred turned into insaneness? Or maybe, I missed something more obvious? That of love and envy? I cannot doubt this for certain but maybe it was.

 

I have lived to see death and destruction, love, hate and anger and rage. I have also seen the sadness and despair of the loss of something treasured and the gain of honor and glory but shame as well. Futile actions for a commodity that was unattainable has also been shown to me. When death is so proximal and close that you scuffle with it and get lambasted and destroyed mentally and emotionally, for that trivial, nugatory chance that, conceivably, it could change.

 

I know not whether or not I would like to apperceive this. All of the banded feelings with which the body, psyche, soul and emotion fracas without interlude and the only ending of this would be to slit your wrists for escape. When vision is vermilion and opaque, nothing is left of you. Why would you give up yourself and your whole being to something which may not perpetuate? Is what's present for the diminutive time sufficient for the rest of the long road of life?

 

Only those who have been through this know those answers. Why am I still standing here knowing but not with action? Maybe it is because I have already lost it. I have lost it. I have lost it…

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