[Green Flag for music :]] Chapter One - The One-Winged Angel Remembers A young man walked through the halls of a mansion. He sat on a sky-blue chair and flipped through an old photo album. The crisped old pages perfected with a small burnt tinge in the corner reminded him of those he’d held close and those he’d tormented. Soon, like an old camera or a clap of lightning, terrible memories flashed in his mind. He continued to flip through the pages, ignoring the loud buzzing in the back of his brain. Sephiroth wondered what would happen if he were to restart with a blank slate. There was much he regretted, and a lot more that he would have done differently. With his mind settled and his initial frenzy quelled, he could only sit back and remember Nibelheim. The screams of the people, the glow of the fire, and the horrified look on the young man with fluffy golden hair’s face. Cloud Strife. Sephiroth wanted to retch. The boy he had sworn to protect. All the memories of the things he had done flooded as if a dam in his mind broke. He staggered as he tried to wrap his buzzing mind around the cruel ways he had tortured and traumatized the poor young man. A simple truck was the one that ended it all. The trust, the happiness, the bond the two had made that was nearly mentor and mentee. Sephiroth dragged himself from the chair and rested the photo album on a small table. He yawned and walked towards a rotted wood staircase, unbothered by the creaks in the floor. His black heeled boots tapped gently against the floor as he pulled himself up the stairs. He took off his shoes and quickly changed into something more comfortable before slipping under the covers and giving in to sleep.
