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demensdeus replied to your post:x NOT THE CASE. I NEVER SEE YOU. DFLGKSJD;LK JGSRXUJFD I KNOW BBU, AND I'M SORRY. [GRABBY HANDS]
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Supernova. It is the spell that leaves Vincent, Cloud, and Tifa reeling. A heavy blast had knocked the other five backwards, and these three were on the front lines currently. Emotional levels were running high, so off the charts, in fact, that the gunman’s usually stoic disposition had been broken long enough for him to utter a curse: “Damn!” Yes, damn. Damn everything: this world, for surely it is going to burn; this man, her son, before him, for he is not even a shred of what his mother was besides insane; himself, for being weak enough to want to murder her flesh; her, for even consenting to this in the first place; himself, for letting this bunch of kids drag him out of his coffin to come kill him; this party, for waking him up and telling him of this sin; Hojo, for causing all of this mess; himself, for not being able to stop it; himself, for dying; himself, because after this he will fall back into the oppression of nightmares beneath that mansion.
The other two are reeling, attempting to stand from that last blow: a dazzling display of fireworks that threw them all. Vincent’s vision is starting to swim; he hears the dangerous laughter of someone roiling beneath the surface. ‘No…I must do it…These beings within me have no right to kill the last piece of her.’ ‘Oh, grow up, Host. It’s not like anyone is going to survive, anyway. I could, perhaps, simply kill the world early.’ Before he can respond, a powerful force jerks him down again, clocking his head on the floor of rock on which he stands. It is coming…and a physical slash knocks him to a place without stars.
An inhumane growl fills the air. Tifa glances over, body suddenly tense with wariness. “Cloud…” she breathes, “I don’t think…” “I know.”
A vibration worthy of an earthquake shakes the cavern, and blinding light reveals a miniature behemoth where the gaunt was sprawled on the floor. A howl is released before a powerful leap pushes it through the air, leaving it to latch onto the half-human monster in its opposition. ‘No…Beast, don’t—’ ‘Silence your snivelling, Host. You should be counting yourself lucky that his hunger is greater than mine.’ ‘Chaos, you can stop him—’ ‘Indeed, I am able. But what am I to deny a creature slaking his thirst when mine own is so horribly itching?’ He has heard his Master’s cries, the pleas to leave this one alone, to let him kill this one. But this one has damaged the Host and endangered not one life, but five; the Beast could truly care less if the human dies, but he values his own existence. And that has been threatened. Sinister, inhuman chuckling vibrates off the walls before strong jaws snap over a deformed shoulder and rip a hole in it, shattering tendon and bone. And a delightful scent fills the air: sweat, and blood, though not as tasty or as useful. A long, pink tongue slips out and dances along the torn flesh, intaking all the nutrients to be gained from the saltwater and carmine mixing on and in the skin. Grotesque slurping is heard, and the other two slowly have sicked expressions on their faces. A gleeful bark resonates off the walls, but before any further feeding can commence, the Galian Beast is thrown backwards, landing with a snarled whimper. Rising to pounce once again, he sees not the sword coming for his side.
"Cloud, no—!”
When he wakes again, carmine eyes and black hair have been pushed back onto his form, and Tifa sighs with relief as a glittering auburn feather evaporates. The boy with mako eyes had launched himself at the transformed man with the same expression he wears when fending off monsters, and though she vividly remembers the difference between human and Beast, not to mention the former seeming quite relieved once it appears he realizes what has passed, Vincent simply could not be a monster…
‘…Lucrecia…forgive me for what is happening…’
…Could he?
Please welcome KH!verse Sephiroth!
Seems like a certain someone is back for action! Please welcome KH!verse Sephiroth back into our midst! Looks like my work is going to be doubled with two Sephipoops running around!（ﾟдﾟlll）
-- Cloud
demensdeus replied to your post:demensdeus replied to your post:demensdeus replied...
/whispers sweet nothings in your ear/ B) TOTES SEX.
deathbykatal replied to your post:demensdeus replied to your post:demensdeus replied...
…….what is this?
You'll have to talk to my babysitter.
demensdeus replied to your post:LOVE: Muse will be in love with Sephiroth. /jumped on this so fast omfg;;
[ You can ignore this, lmao. If ya want. I JUST WANTED TO ANNOY AERIIIITTHHHH. ]
[ i like annoying aery, too
ahhh idk i've been dying for an m!a for a while now but i would prefer an actual one, yes. //rolls around u.u;;;; ]
❝-- Uh, can I help ya? Ya look a l'il lost❞
Pg. 262
"Miri trembled. She leaned her shoulder against the wall and found she could not move." - The Princess Academy, page 262.
Her wrists were pinned above her head by cold hands, hands that would make her shiver if he wasn't so close to her. His body was pressed against hers to keep her from struggling any further - she'd already tried to kick him, and even ended up trying to use her whole weight to get out of his grasp.
Being this close to him made her uncomfortable; made her skin crawl, made her scar itch. She'd never wanted to be near him - why would she? He ran her through with a sword. Though she did remember a time... she looked into his eyes briefly, seeming to search for - for memories, for humanity, emotion, anything... but found nothing. A frown appeared on her lips, and she went back to looking anywhere but him.
It was obvious he had noticed her lack of eye contact; his grip tightened, causing her to grimace and a small, unwanted noise came from the back of her throat.
"Look at me."
She wouldn't; she didn't, until he had to forcibly move her head towards his, making her jaw scream in pain, but the flower girl refused to let that show. His fingers weren't too tight - she jerked her head out of his grasp and narrowed her eyes at him.
"If you're going to kill me, do it already." Her voice came out more annoyed than forceful, and she briefly felt angry at it for doing so.
"Kill you?" A low chuckle escaped his lips, causing her brow to furrow. "Why would I?
-- The fun's barely started."
I LOVE YOU AND THE VERY GROUND YOU STAND UPON. OH DEAR GOD, BE STILL MY BEATING HEART. I absolutely love your artwork of Sephiroth, but I love it even more that it involves my OTP Aeriseph! <333333333 I'll be following you forever!
GOSH THANK YOU :3 :3 :3I find that my urge to draw Aeriseph-related matter, especially smutty ones, is exponentially related to the stress level I get at work.The higher the stress, the smuttier it gets XDD
