> @harimenuis - “ more interested in just your general opinion on the matter since i know it's debated, but do you think sephiroth can actually destroy planets/the solar system with supernova? “
this is one of those questions where i could honestly argue either way, so i’ll just put all my thoughts on it together and then... maybe try and come to some final answer at the end.
i think there’s a lot of good counter arguments to why he actually can’t ( eg. how would you SURVIVE / wouldn’t that spell be more powerful than Meteor itself / wouldn’t that render his entire goal meaningless? ) and i totally understand all of that really. i remember seeing someone once say that the supernova spell was more like a projection into your mind of what he could do; that his power could be capable of crushing planets just to get to you. that his strength, in theory, could do it. but it doesn’t actually happen.
i actually really liked that theory because it plays into sephiroth as a great manipulator of the mind / of visions, which is something that gets forgotten amongst his “op-ness” usually referring to his physical power and strength. he plays mind games and he’s very good at them, the ability to project something that damning ( i mean, really if someone put the image of planets being fucking obliterated into your brain you’d probably freak out ) right into your mind so intensely that you believe it to be real.
however, how fucking cool would it be to actually just flex like that? honestly... it’s cool points. i think he definitely is capable of power that strong, but whether or not it’s used quite how it is in the game mechanics, i’m not sure... it seems to defeat the purpose of meteor if it’s a real spell and not a vision. but then if it’s a vision WHY DOES IT KNOCK YOU DOWN SO MUCH IN HP ???
honestly, just because i am biased as hell, i’m gunna say it’s real but maybe also a vision at the same time. perhaps it’s a real comet, that does blast through the milky way, but it does not ravage planets quite the same way. the projection of the power it does could be a mirage, i dunno.
i realise i didn’t answer the question and i’m sorry, i’m gay and stupid. he can destroy planets if he wants to, as a treat.
when the world ends, there are many routes a human being may take in an effort to survive.
the first is quite simple, they seek out companionship and attempt to live. a basic rule, to live for as long as they can, or until they can stifle whatever calamity awaits them. another route is to fight. to take up arms and battle the elements themselves. mankind was foolish in that regard. the final option was to reap the benefits of suffering. though, this was a tactic saved for the depraved. the selfish. at least by human standards. to a demon perhaps, it simply made sense.
spirale had not changed for muzan. the world was as it was ( FILTHY. THIS WORLD IS UNFIT FOR ME ! ) a clean and quiet place as the night sky sparkled overhead. a few clouds attempted to blanket across them, but their relentless twinkling continued to freckle the heavens. and so the original demon wandered, curiosity getting the better of him, as he was drawn like a moth to a flame to the scene of carnage. he need not witness the calamities themselves to know something was amiss after all. he music of humanity’s screams was a song with which he was most accustomed to. a tune for his soul to dance upon.
in the night, he wandered alone.
although the city was plain to his eyes, for others they were experiencing a true hell. he was almost curious to see what it was that they saw, those howling humans as they screeched their lungs empty and clawed at the earth. and then the blood. how it soaked the earth. whatever it was which snared them, whatever manner of horror he could not see yet could witness the carnage of, he was envious of in a silent, amused sort of way. how effortlessly it seemed to tear apart their bodies. the brutality of it... he was taken with it.
silence soon fell over the square he had wandered into; a quaint and quiet residential area which featured the new addition of a few corpses littering the area. muzan wondered for a moment if the cause of this death was watching him in turn. without the strength he formally held, he knew he stood a little chance at defending himself. pride would not have him approach danger for that reason. weakness was no option, but the calamity at hand was far too tempting for him to not delve into.
it was insulting to not have the means to attack. naturally sharpened fingers counted for very little when the typical strength with which he operated was capable of separating limbs from sockets at the mere will of it. although he would not have admitted it, he was closer to humanity than ever. physically, at least. he hungered in his weakness thus when he spied an approaching troupe of fear-stricken strangers ambling into view, chased by an invisible, unknown force, muzan merely observed.
whatever was chasing the group seemed to give up, but not before dealing one last invisible blow. the three men cried out in pain, their necks angled high as if staring into the face of some giant, unknown beast. yet, muzan could not see it. another weakness to be branded with for his time on the island? he was unsure... further observation led him to believe that the creature had decided to leave, or chose another target for its devouring, as the men seemed to cease their screaming and instead sigh with relief. their wounds bled out across the pretty patio, but they believed they were safe.
“ what was that? “ muzan asked, a smile without teeth, thus the fangs remained masked. the men explained. they had seen a serpent-like being, with four eyes and two forked tongues, whipping at the crowds with its tail. it struck the men with its fangs and on cue they revealed their injuries. so much flesh and blood pooling about them as the wounds gaped tenderly. “ oh my... “ faux-surprise came as muzan lifted a hand to cover his mouth. all of those years and the part of the innocent bypasser was well and truly perfected. “ you were no match for such a monster, hm. “
the pain still proved to be too much for the men, each shuddering as the loss of blood weakened them further. it was almost too easy a prey, not even a kill of his own. but in his desperation he was not picky. their bodies would serve well enough for his strength to regain, for his power to return. it was necessary. they were simply objects to be used, food for the sake of power.
“ you will die here. unable to last another attack, should he come back. “ even in their rapidly deteriorating states, they noticed the falling smile muzan’s wore. how his words soured as his eyes lost their emotive shine. his voice calmed and his manner relaxed, forgetting the tension of the scene as he bent down to face the strongest of the three. gone was the panicked curiosity he had crafted and instead a hungry stare manifested within his wide eyes of burning, intense red.
“ pity. i cannot help you in this state. you will simply die for sustenance. if not for me, then for them. “
he would not offer them a place as demons. no matter how hard he willed it, the power was lacking for the time being. but they could still serve another purpose. that flesh merely going to waste otherwise. that blood simply there to wash away in the rain. and so he seized the man by the throat and choked him, claws piercing the flesh as blood sprayed from his mouth and coated muzan’s clothes. he grinned and the fangs glistened in the darkness, before he latched onto the still-breathing neck of his victim and bit. bone and blood made no matter, for he was STARVED.
the fellows behind their friend whimpered and attempted to move, but bruised limbs and shattered ankles kept them from scrambling too far away. muzan rose to his feet and stomped upon the wrist of one slithering wretch, piercing through the palm with the tip of his heel. the other sobbed and begged for mercy. but mercy was not a demon’s song. mercy was for the weak, for the brittle. for mankind. in short minutes, muzan had twisted the neck of one before clawing at the chest of the other. their lives bled within his hands as their bodies were devoured ; a small feast for a creature of such divine power.
such a filthy meal, guts and blood a mess at his clawed fingertips before he finished his consumption. yet still he HUNGERED.
the world might have been ending through their eyes, but the serpent-monster had been the least of their problems. standing upright, the world still seemed calm to muzan. not a thing out of place, besides the littered bodies of course. however, instead of lingering to see if the monster would return, the demon took his leave and abandoned the scene, only to slink back into the shadows and wander into yet another district. what better way to take advantage of the chaos than to seek out a decent meal, perhaps the only thing capable of restoring to him what was lost...
