Sephiroth
Sephiroth
He did not know what he felt first. The Calling or the ice that encased him, making his skin feel like fire.
It was cold, oh so cold, but that feeling was quickly over powered by the feeling, nay desire of the Calling. The Reunion.
It seemed like such a long time ago, before the seeds of Hojo were planted. Before things became so complex.
He saw the way; seen the error that that stupid man Hojo made and found his Mother.
Now, he awaited the failed one. The clone that wasn’t suppose to be.
He would bring the Materia.