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Angel of the Dark Citadel

Prologue: Ancient Memories of Pandemonium

Since as early as I can remember, I saw horrible hallucinations and terrible nightmares. Perhaps it was the Jenova cells inside me, but back then, I was only five years old. I knew not of what festered inside my veins, what evil I was carrying. All I knew was how to act like a normal child, but; I would soon discover I was very much different. I could say my name by the age of one, my mother was so surprised, but I wasn't. It felt as if someone else had told me to say it, Sephiroth. My mother would always tell me, "Sephiroth, my dear you are just like everyone else, the same," I knew she was wrong, especially when I turned ten.