Giullia Eyes on eyes, swords in hands. Emotions were crossing those hearts as arrows going deeper and deeper inside.
"Cloud, I love you" Sephiroth thinks. "You're a part of me Cloud. Why you lasted for so long, why I do you think I didn't kill you when I had the chance in the Reactor of Nibelheim?"
But Cloud couldn't hear his thoughts. Blind in sadness and anger he was suffering inside too, hearing his own thoughts.
"I love you Sephiroth... Please do not raise this sword, please don't, please, oh why they did it to you Sephiroth? Let me explain, give me the chance, the last chance, let me save you from your blind anger... You know my answers, now I also know yours..."
"Why Cloud?"
Tension in the air.
"Why Sephiroth?"
Eyes on eyes.
No one knows who did the first move, and no one wanted to be the first to stop the madness. But everyone knows Cloud was faster. Or maybe Sephiroth really wanted him to be. Maybe he wished to die...
The sword tore his body in two. The pain broke his body and mind in an explosion of anguish. Then... He felt he was falling down. Crimson blood, endless pain.
Cloud held Sephiroth's inanimate body in his arms, holding tight, and suddenly crying as a child.
Vincent Valantine fell dawn on his knees.
"Why????" he cried out loud
Tiffa just stayed there, a silent tear rolling down her face. Not for Sephiroth - who cares? - But for Cloud and Vincent, who were so hurt inside.
Cloud and Vincent looked one for the other, a complicity look, full of emotions and regrets.
They knew they had to live with this forever.
Sephiroth opened his eyes. But he wished to close back. Nowhere. Nothing. No one could ever imagine the death was so empty, no color, nothing... But the damn pain was there still tearing him in two again and again and again...
"LET - ME - DIE...!", he cried. He looked down. Blood was going out and out as a never-ending source of blood.
So he realized he was naked. His silver hair was a mess, with blood on it. Blood on his very white face. In his lips. He felt the taste, the bitter taste of his own blood flowing.
"So this is the taste of the death...", he thought. And once again he tried to cry, but he could only whisper: "Let... me... die..."
"Oh, God..." he remained. Sephiroth couldn't be God after all. God feels no pain. He thought about summon something over his own head to ease the pain forever but so he realized he has no magic power.
"My fate is to be here forever... felling the huge pain..."
"You're only paying for your sins, Sephiroth."
A voice coming right above his head. A kind of severity and irony nobody ever dare to direct to him. But he has no conditions to complain. The pain was there hurting deep, the endless blood flow, dirtying his skin, coloring his hair.
"Think about that Sephiroth... and then if you regret enough maybe I'll give you a second chance."
"Where are you?" he whispered more to himself.
"You have no right to keep your thoughts private here Sephiroth. I can listen to you. Some of the zillion kinds of life call this place a Purgatory. A place where you pay for your sins. But maybe a place to get a second chance. This is the "Limbo", Sephiroth. This fog place is where you will enjoy your pain for a while."
"Is this what some calls hell?"
The voice laughed loud.
"No, stupid. The hell is worst. In hell you won't feel only this pain. You'll feel the pain of everyone you touched bad someday... all in the same time."
Sephiroth closed his eyes and wished to die once again.
Time seemed to last forever, but once the place was timeless, it made no difference.
So the voice came from above again.
"Against my wish, Sephiroth, but you're leaving this place. You are going to another dimension. Of course I recommended hell but someone above had mercy on you... But wa, ha, ha... Guess what... Maybe you will wish the hell down there..."
Sephiroth felt no more pain all of a sudden. He opened his eyes and the blood flow has gone, leaving only the dirt in his body and hair. His sword fell down of above, the handle hitting his head before hitting the ground. Sephiroth grabbed Masamune, but do what, hit what? He abandoned himself to the voice that was laughing.
"Stupid Sephiroth... Wa, ha, ha... When leaving this place people usually forget where they are from, and what happened here. But your fate is different, Sephiroth... You are cursed to never forget where you came from and all you did! All you'll forget is you were here once. You won't forget Midgar, Cloud... You'll remember the last battle..."
Sephiroth was frightened enough to say something. He only has time to grab Masamune before having that weird sensation of falling down in an endless dark hole.
The voice told his last words:
"...And in the place you will be... you will wish the hell!"
The voice kept on his ears:
"You... will... wish... the... HEEEEELLLL...!
"Wa, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaahhh...
To the Charpter 2
Another Dimension