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Post by exie on Apr 20, 2011 4:48:49 GMT -5
This place in the world ticked on with a euphoria that echoed the absence of its ruler, a being that Sephiroth had come to accept as vain and tyrannical in past cycles. She and her equally mirrored counterpart had sought an alliance with the Chosen One, perhaps in hopes of solidifying their success and engraving it into time itself, however Sephiroth declined their offer with great distaste for the situation in its entirety. They had been cast aside, deemed just as inferior of their naive scheme upon the departure of words from mouth. Luckily he had been spared from a further moment with their kind by a curious Warrior of Cosmos, one who had so naively presumed such insipid things about the meeting's purpose.
The purpose of this war too lacked substance in the eyes of the Angel, or rather what he thought it's actual nature to be. Sephiroth couldn't lie to himself though, the plain truth was right there presently within, yet he was still lacking enough memories to provide an answer worth following. Green eyes looked with curiosity up the rising expanse of the witch's tower as Sephiroth stood upon the flawed wooden helix, wondering for but a flash of a moment if it continued on further before the thought became irrelevant. More lingering memories of Cloud then chose to take his attention, to which the silver haired legend had no physical reaction, remaining rooted on spot. The small creak of leather escaped his glove as he flexed a hand for but a moment, bringing attention to the clenched fist it had formed.
Death.
The end of life and the begin of something new, according to many rather, it holds the endearing mystery that is the abyss beyond functional organs, electrical impulses, and the consistent indulgence of nourishment. The ever inquisitive human mind was incapable of ignoring such curious and unexplained matters; which were always dark no matter which way you looked at it. Sure there was even humor in death, but there was a reason they called it dark humor after all. Such a description could in fact have been applied to a rather unfortunate soldier, on the front lines in a distant conflict tied to the fate of the world. Whoever that lost soul was, they were lucky to have not run into the likes of Sephiroth in this moment, for the absence of Cloud only provided him with time to occupy himself with. He was of course well aware of what needed to be done, but who then was a suitable enough replacement to kill the time with?
Perhaps it was time to seek out these pawns of Cosmos one by one, and find a proper scapegoat to exert his wrath upon. If they lasted more than a few strokes of the Masamune, then they would suffice for as long as they could endure. In the end if there were none capable of withstanding Mother's Chosen, then there was always that goddess Chaos despised so much. The queen of purposeless warriors was indeed an intriguing endeavor, for he had never dueled the likes of a god before, and it would be a true test of his strength. 'In due time' thought the One Winged Angel to himself, letting a small sliver of a smile escape from underneath the shroud of silver locks.
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