This was a school night. It was stupid to be out here wandering around this late even without the recent murders. But something had drawn Seth out when the app sent him the message. Something more than mere curiosity. Something that still goaded him forward as something dark, like liquid shadow, moved threateningly into sight.
What could his fencing saber do against a shadow? It didn't even look solid. Yet his pace steadied into a confident stride, fingers tightening around the hilt as pain pulsed behind his eyes.
I am thou.
The stance he took was nothing like any of the ones he'd been trained in. It was too high, too oddly angled. The sword he was using wasn't long enough to suit it. But it would do.
Thou art I.
Hadn't he fought something similar to this before? Shadows, with glowing yellow eyes... but the shape was wrong. Too close to human. How could he have fought something like this before? He was a college student!
You who have known loss after loss...
He had had friends. Family, not by blood but by choice. Lost them all, one by one.
Even your very self taken from you yet again...
There was blood on his hands that would never wash away. Sins that he wasn't sure could be forgiven. But it wasn't in him to surrender. It never had been. He was a warrior. No. A SOLDIER.
Reach out your hand and take back the identity that has been ripped away. Wield your blade and tear out your heart!
Blue and green flame flickers and grew around him. The blue of a limit aura, the green of raw mako. It burned away Seth Valens as his right hand tore his tainted, beating heart from his chest with a roar of pain and something like relief. It left behind black leather and armor, the ripple of silver hair against a longcoat. Glowing, slit-pupilled eyes.
It left behind Sephiroth. The SOLDIER launched himself forward without hesitation, blade tearing through the shadow again and again until it dissipated into the air.
Forgot my second prompt. Excuse Seph being a giant drama queen.
Prompt 2: And the moon is high.
This was a school night. It was stupid to be out here wandering around this late even without the recent murders. But something had drawn Seth out when the app sent him the message. Something more than mere curiosity. Something that still goaded him forward as something dark, like liquid shadow, moved threateningly into sight.
What could his fencing saber do against a shadow? It didn't even look solid. Yet his pace steadied into a confident stride, fingers tightening around the hilt as pain pulsed behind his eyes.
I am thou.
The stance he took was nothing like any of the ones he'd been trained in. It was too high, too oddly angled. The sword he was using wasn't long enough to suit it. But it would do.
Thou art I.
Hadn't he fought something similar to this before? Shadows, with glowing yellow eyes... but the shape was wrong. Too close to human. How could he have fought something like this before? He was a college student!
You who have known loss after loss...
He had had friends. Family, not by blood but by choice. Lost them all, one by one.
Even your very self taken from you yet again...
There was blood on his hands that would never wash away. Sins that he wasn't sure could be forgiven. But it wasn't in him to surrender. It never had been. He was a warrior. No. A SOLDIER.
Reach out your hand and take back the identity that has been ripped away. Wield your blade and tear out your heart!
Blue and green flame flickers and grew around him. The blue of a limit aura, the green of raw mako. It burned away Seth Valens as his right hand tore his tainted, beating heart from his chest with a roar of pain and something like relief. It left behind black leather and armor, the ripple of silver hair against a longcoat. Glowing, slit-pupilled eyes.
It left behind Sephiroth. The SOLDIER launched himself forward without hesitation, blade tearing through the shadow again and again until it dissipated into the air.
"So I wake alone in the dark. Fitting."