Sora's Darkness

He growls then spread out his wing. "I'll get used to it alright. Until a silver stake stabs you."

 

Silver's with werewolves, not vampires.

"Last I checked the myth was that you had to stab it through the heart to kill a vampire. I don't have a heart."

 

He glares at him then leaves.
He watches him leave from them. "So much for 'playing along'. Looks like he's serious."

 

"He can't hurt me anyway."

 

"His weapon looks capable to destroy you. Of course you will remove it before he can draw." He said as he pictures the scene. "Or maybe make him your puppet again."

 

"Even if he does manage to hit me, the wound will heal up immediately. My restorative systems have been boosted significantly."

 

"That's too bad. Blood shed is what I like the most before having a feast." He changes back to his original form then continues where he left off.

 

"Same here. But I guess for me, the blood shed is the feast." He said as he watches him.

 

He almost forgot his prescence as the texture of the flesh in his mouth became intoxicating. Luckily, it will last since he have eaten a small portion of the whole thing.

 

He could tell that Demon King is getting into his food, so he left him alone as he tried out his new powers.

 

He was so furious that he didn't know where he's going but knew he's out of the world, literally. His thoughts only focuses on beating him up.

 

He summoned a small orb and looked at people's memories through it.

 

Sensing Sephiroth isn't chasing him, he decides to look at this world a bit longer.

 

He foucused the orb on a familiar scene. Lucrecia was pleading to Hojo while an assistant scientist held a baby boy in her arms. "Let me see him just once!" Lucrecia pleaded. He shook his head in disbelief and shock. "It can't be." He muttered as he watched the scene. "He is just a experiment, not something to get attached to." Hojo told her. He narrowed his eyes in hatred and crushed the orb in one of his hands, which made a noise like shattering glass.

 

He lifted his head as he heard glass shatter. It is rare to hear Sephiroth get angered easily. He sighs as he was stopped that disturbed his meal. "It hurts, doesn't it?"

 

He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the ground. "I don't want to talk about it." He muttered.

 

"Then don't pry over the dead's memories that is connected to your past. How are you supposed to master it that way?"

 

He directed his glare towards Demon King. "You expect me not to be the least bit curious about my past?"

 

He reverted back to Sora then turns to face him. "All four of us knows you have the worst past of us all. But you shouldn't look for ones that hurt you."

 

He sighs and looks up at the night sky. "Just give me some time to cool down and think, and I'll be fine."