and i shall be the wolf who dines upon wolves, the sheep upon sheep, the man upon men — i will be invader, rebel, cannibal, traitor, murderer and thief; i will be rotten flesh and tainted blood, and all things in between.
He wasn’t sure what day it was anymore. Day bled into night; night into day. With each page he turned, the hunger deepened—not just for food, but for clarity.
Everything he had believed—was any of it real? And he himself… how much of what he was had ever truly existed?
@fenrisulvr » vision. A figure. Out of place, as though drawn into this space by a force no one could name. For what purpose? Only the gods could say.
That was the first time Sephiroth managed to tear his gaze from the yellowed pages—from the lies, the truths, the monstrous reality he »