There's so much fire
And this whole damn world will burn.
There seems to be too much of it, yet too little at the same time; he cries out for more, because he taught him that heat is good and equals passion and he needs more heat, more fire, more of that damned trilling laughter ringing in his ears and all the while he can't get the image of resentful blue eyes out of his mind, his gloved hands coming into contact with the apple while the air around them is full of mockery and deceit-
A loud crash resounds from somewhere behind him and the agonized screams of the villagers follow shortly after. Sephiroth ignores them and continues to make his way back to the reactor.
The fire burns him from the inside out but he still can't get enough.
Flames are licking at his skin
But really, he knows that he deserves it.
His thoughts turn into screams that go unheard, no, Sephiroth, enough; he's changed his mind and the guilt burns him but it won't go away and by now it's too late. The flames have surrounded him, and it's almost too painful to bear, but he has to manage somehow because all of this is his fault anyway. Angeal was always telling him he needed to learn when to shut up, but it doesn't matter now because Angeal is dead and he supposes that that's his fault too. If he had known what effect his words would really have had upon the silver haired man then maybe-
He does nothing but watch as flames consume the village below, keeping himself aloft with one black wing; that fucking wing, the physical proof that he truly is a monster. What kind of human being would so easily betray those closest to him, fully intend to wound someone as badly as he did?
Maybe it was his last shred of humanity talking, but as Genesis turned his face away and flew off into the night he desperately wished to burn away with the rest of that unlucky town.
Use the fire to burn away the lives you once knew
Because now there is no turning back.