Disclaimer: To my knowledge, I do not own Final Fantasy VII, or Sephiroth. Those both belong to Square Enix.
Warnings/Notes: Short, very short, no specific plot, just feelings and thoughts. Some mentions of blood.
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I remember the moon from many different occasions.
The first time when I really paid attention to, it was red. It reflects the carnage of the battle, some superstitious SOLDIERS under my command said. I didn't believe in that nonsense, but there was something in it... I could not help but to watch it, how it illuminated the bloody field where I had wrought battle hours ago.
There were only me and the moon, both of us bathed in our red glory, it reflecting the light of the sun, me splattered in the blood of my victims, Masamune still dripping with it. I closed my eyes and let the glow calm me, take away all the rage, the fatigue and the adrenaline, bringing peace that carnage often failed to bring.
At the time I was sure that the moon in Wutai was always red. During those days, it was.
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Zackary had fallen asleep on his desk. Again. Why did I select him as my second-in-command again?
I sighed and raised my gaze from the paperwork I that was plaguing me. The night had already fallen, though the bright lights of the Shinra building made it seem brighter as I sifted my gaze to the window that showed some of the pollution covered sky. But there was a hint of silver between the clouds...
I rose up and walked to the window. It was true, the silver glow of the fullmoon was unmistakeable. It had been long since I had seen it, but it still gave me the same peace as always. If I closed my eyes I could almost hear the hum that it carried in it's light, making me feel content in a way nothing else did...
A loud snore from Zackary's direction brought me back to the present. Trust him to ruin the moment, even when he is not awake.
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The moon was red and orange, reflecting the flames dancing in the ground. I looked to it, desperate for that soothing peace it light brought. But not this time, in it's light were only shrieks of anger and bloodlust, crackling in time with the flames.
Even the moon burned tonight, even it raged about the wrongs the humankind had inflicted upon this planet, upon me, upon Mother. It had seen it all, it had right to rage, just like I had right to raze this village full of traitors down to the ground.
The soothing peace returned with every scream of agony, with every burning shack and with every fearful face I cut down. I didn't need the moon anymore, now it needed me to show it anger, rage and destruction. Now it would reflect me.
What a gleeful idea, to control the moon... Just like a true god should.
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AN:
I need to stop writing these random ficlets/too short fics about Sephiroth, if I keep going like this, this site is going to drown in these. I have long fic ideas about him, but they haven't managed to sort themselves out. Anyway, I blame the beautiful fullmoon there is tonight, when it rose it was yellow and glowed red and somehow my Sephiroth-obsessed brains came up with this. No idea how it happened. I know this is a pointless thing, but these are fun to write and let me dwelve to his character more. More Sephiroth fics will appear, eventually. If you can, go and take a look at that moon. If you liked this, nice, tell me what you think and again, inform me of grammar mistakes, if you would. Thank you for reading, over and out. (Edit: One typo, damn it, thanks for pointing it out Kerttu.)
