🔪 for sephiroth beCAUSE FOR SERIOUS THE DUDE'S GOT IT COMING I'M NOT A PIN CUSHION JFC
Send me “🔪” for my muses reaction to yours stabbing them in the chest.
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Sephiroth hadn’t even noticed Cloud coming at him but when he did, it was already too late, feeling the metal of the knife going through his skin and lodging itself into his chest. Jenova’s head fell from his hold and the General frowned at the sensation the Buster Sword was creating in his body. It was almost enough to make him stumble.
Memories flooded through him, ones he recalled from working at Shinra, others of Zack and Cloud, but there was nothing of Jenova in them. He frowned hard and supported himself up on the cracked glass tube in front of him. “T-this can’t be… She said I was a god,” he breathed. His entire chest was burning terribly and Sephiroth’s knees felt weak under his own weight, this child, this cadet… He couldn’t fall to him.
Because you’re a God, my little one. You need to resist that weakness tainting you, there is no pain, only Mother now. Don’t you worry, baby. We’ll devour this world. The gentle purring of a feminine voice in his ears made the General frown as he pulled himself off of the Buster sword. He was stronger than this, this cadet. He was even better than this, he was a God. A real, living, bonafide God!
Yet something was yanking at him, making it hard for him to keep upright. This weakness was something a real God wouldn’t be feeling and some part of him knew it, his hair framing his face for the moment, nails digging into the glass. Was he dying…? “This… something is, it’s wrong,” Sephiroth breathed, his breath coming in short gasps. He moved to turn and walk toward Cloud but could do little more than put his back to the tube Jenova was in.
Her angry voice was slamming through his head but Sephiroth wasn’t able to respond, jade eyes staring up at Cloud. “Wha–… Cadet, why?”