Sephiroth

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I kinda scrambled for things to write about, as I'm sure you'll notice. xP

Username: Tempest (admin)
Current canons: Shiroi Kumo
Canon you're auditioning for: Sephiroth
Media canon is from: FF7, KH, KH2
Is the current canon taken?: Nope
Audition post (400 words): 888 exactly

Silver strands of rain soaked hair clung to the back of his charcoal coat. This man, with a intrepid and secure step, wandered the streets of this rainy world. The neon lights smiled upon this man, for the very tears of the heavens blotted his clothes and face, and their lights gave their smiling aura upon these tears that splattered him with accuracy like arrows of carried by the wind into their target. His boots smacked pools of these divine tears with only slighting force. This man’s gaze did not wander. The stern, uncaring eyes remained on their target, the target that he had been following for a short while.

Sephiroth did not enjoy the chase. The boy in the hood had managed to escape around a corner. That boy had been the only other living person he had found in this world, and before Sephiroth could contact him, he had escaped. Prey should remain still, or face a less forgiving death. Moments ago, Sephiroth’s Darkness had called forth Neo Shadows that chased down the boy. And now, Sephiroth stood where they had been lay to rest. “Shame,” he said to himself, side-stepping as he continued to note the shredded Neo Shadows. “It seems these divine tears will have to cleanse my hands, after all.”

Upturning his eyes to the calling tower, he had found his target. And another. Who were they? His main target whisped through the air as another man---one could only assume he was blind with the scarf worn across his eyes---crossed blades with him. These specks against the yellow screen of the tower seemed ever so clear to Sephiroth. The way their bodies smacked the tears of heaven illustrated to Sephiroth the scene of this confrontation. Compared to the overwhelming Darkness---Nothing compared to mine. It is a start, boy, Sephiroth thought---of the blind boy, the hooded man seemed nonexistent to Light or Dark.

A smug smile crossed his face. The two combatants wildly crossed blades shaped as keys. “Amateurs,” Sephiroth remarked at their lack of skill. The two simply swung their weapons without any sense of urgency or direction or swiftness. Their movements were clunky, instead of smooth. Worst of all, they left themselves wide open. Beginning to kneel, ready to summon the legendary Masamune, Sephiroth said to himself with the confidence of a God, “I’ll show them the skill of a true swordsman.”

But his sword never appeared. He hadn’t had a chance to call it before an intruder entered the area. It’s pure scent was so disgusting that Sephiroth couldn’t ignore it, even long enough to disperse of the horrible fighters. “The day just gets better.” Sephiroth left the battle zone, calmly moving toward the prey that he was sure to rip apart.

The shrill cry of a newborn cut the air. Sephiroth laid his eyes upon the child moments later. The baby was twisting and turning within its white blanket. Cold tears from the sky smacked it continuously, forcing the babe into tears of its own. And it cried. And cried. Sephiroth bent down to it, and put his weight on his knees. He hovered over the child, and the rain didn’t fall on the baby further. Silence, child. You ugly abomination of Light, so he thought. With large blue eyes and a plump smile, the baby watched Sephiroth, sniffling a little bit as it stopped crying.

Sephiroth lifted his powerful hand and placed his palm over the child’s forehead. Instantly, his hand was tossed backwards in a burst of silver sparkles. Watching his hand smoke a little bit from the natural defense of the child, he frowned. “As I thought.” He dropped his hand to the ground and glared death at the child. “You’re another one of them. Another harbringer of Light. Another obstacle that I will effortlessly have to surpass. Child! Go back to your home while you still have a life to live. Your parents may have abandoned you to the Darkness, and you may have fallen into my care by whatever sick twist of fate, but in my care certain death awaits.”

The baby remained unchangingly happy as it was.

“So then you have chosen,” Sephiroth got up off his knees and now stood erect, his shadow cast upon the baby by the red neon sign against Sephiroth’s backside that called for bloodshed. “I have given you a taste of your current reality. Yet, you still choose to oppose me. You are no better than him.” That fool. Cloud. Yes, this baby is just like you. You all are fools. But! I will enlighten you. If not by words and mercy, then by force and pain. And when all is done and my opponents lay dead, I will be more than a memory. Sephiroth’s hand, still smoking, burst into a fit of a dark mass; pure Darkness. The Darkness swirled outward in a flash, leaving behind a sword of legendary length. This evil fang pointed downward, like a guillotine ready to kill a heretic. “No, I will never be a memory.” The fang rose higher. “Nor a dream.” And higher, the red neon sign glowing against the Masamune’s blade. “I will be an eternal nightmare.” Higher still. “And all will know terror. All will know despair.” And the guillotine crashed down like lightning.

[~/\The Dragon Writer/\~]

It's hard to rate this with the full FFVII Sephiroth somewhat still in my head from playing that game, but I'm seeing definate mixes of KH2 and FFVII Sephy in here.

~1/2 Accepted~

[Zero [Axel]]

2/2 Accepted