One Winged Angel
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 7 or Sephiroth
I, Sephiroth, god of death, would now look upon my people. Gast was right. I wasn't the true king. The soul of Vincent Valentine was G-d. He discarded Death penalty and now used a sharp deathly scythe. He wanted to make himself my master. I am G-d, I have no master. I would have to do something.
I charged at him, Masamune drawn ready to kill him. Nobody opposes Sephiroth, Lord of the Lifestream. All Vincent did was stand. But as I brought down my sword, he deflected the blow.
"I have come to free your true form."
"This is what I am blasphemer. You seek to destroy me."
"I did that in life. In death, I wish to restore you."
He began to spin his scythe faster and faster around me. I was being encompassed by some sphere I could not escape from. Then it began compressing on me. And then I transformed. I had one black wing sprouting from my back.
"This is your symbol of godliness. The black wing of the god of Death."
"Why do you seek to aid me?"
"You need to help the Planet. Cloud can't handle a Planet."
"How will I get up there?"
"Swim out."
"I want an assistant. Resurrect Aeris."
"As you wish."
Aeris appeared before Sephiroth completely unchanged save for two large angelic white wings out of her back.
"Carry her up Sephiroth. Time is running out."
"I think I know your role in Death Vincent. You are the collector of souls.
Just then two black wings shot out of Vincent's back. They were as large as Sephiroth's wing. The wings on both men were about four feet tall and two feet wide. Yet Vincent had two.
"Why have you two and I one?"
"Your death Sephiroth. Hojo's experiments left my body without my soul. My body is soulless.. It just doesn't want to go down."
I was finished here. I flew upward with Aeris in my arms to the top. I flew higher and higher until I burst threw. I was alive again. I was now immortal. Long live god of Earth and Death.