Days Until Confession (Sephiroth X Reader | Undertale X Final Fantasy 7)

Instrument of Vengeance (#4 - 1/2)

Gone he was from the sight when you were getting ready, but he didn't leave you with nothing. You asked yourself, 'do pools of shadow naturally form on the ground when there is no opaque object to cast it?'. Your eyes widened in disbelief; from each of the pools merged a beast the size of an adult lion. There is not enough time for you to take in what the beasts look like in detail, all you know is that they're hideous with their rodent-like heads and that their tails reminded you of a leather whip with a hook tied at the end of it. One of them launched at you while you were counting their numbers. Oh, looks like they're bloodthirsty as well.

It hurts in great measure for you to swing your dagger with your wounded arm, and not to mention the internal dilemma you're currently having: are you required to kill these beasts in order to continue? What if you don't and just evade their attacks for until something happens? You tried the latter, and to your dismay, more shadow pools formed and their number multiplied. But if you fight and kill, you'll earn ExP, that's game over to your pacifist route. You cursed yourself for thinking too much.

Desperate, you gave into this desire that demanded you to kill since the start—dying has never been a definite choice of solution anyway—Better not feel guilty about this later. Despite the quantity, you managed to cut their numbers down. Your blade tear through them easily like it torn vines apart. At least, that helps in terms of your sore muscles not needing to work as much. Before long, or maybe it has been a whole day (hard to tell, you weren't paying much attention to time), You lowered their number down to just five left. But there's no telling whether or not more of them will ambush you. Taking a mass amount of them down took enough of your energy on its own, so you decided to play defensively.

You flourished your dagger in front of you. Letting your soul's energy flow into it, the metal charged into an amber glow. In a state of poise, you baited the enemy to strike at you so you can counter them. One lunged at you, but in a greater speed, you slashed it clean in two. You turned by your heel and shot a yellow bullet at another one from the tip of your blade—you learned that trick by accident, and now you established it as part of your strategy—the two that you struck down wailed in defeat before dissipating into smoke of shadow.

Fighting continuously with no moment of respite for every once in a while has finally taken its toll on you. You just feel like you could collapse any second now. Despite so, looking down at the remaining adversary, you felt confident that you'll get out of here alive if it weren't for the sudden and drastic drop on the temperature. Your skin tingles over the falling drops of snow. But you push yourself, there's only three left to slay. Rushing in for the final few hits, you swung your blade intending to hit two at once, but only managed to graze one. The other one that evaded your assault leaped behind you and sent its tail lashing across your back. You fell to your knees, the burning sensation on your back became like a fissure for fatigue to creep into, and for your stamina to seep out of. Seems that the odds had switched their sides; now they cornered you, flaunting their fangs at their target. In a breath, they dived for you in unison.

You just witnessed a miracle.

They froze mid-air before disappearing into grains of black.

And you have Sephiroth to thank for that.

A new menace has replaced the old ones. His face expressed enthrallment; impressed at how you danced to the arrangement he set up for you. No, this is more than just him wanting you to fight. He had accomplished something more momentous that day.

You noticed this as your will to fight began to die down. You noticed this as you refrain yourself from attacking him, not because you lack the Determination to, but because something in you tells you not to. You noticed this as your sense of fear and conviction began to fluctuate uncontrollably as they did before. You noticed this as he saunters towards you while you do nothing about it; not even when he finally had a hold of your wrist. You let this deplorable realization sink along with the regrets for the violence you committed today.