Sora's Darkness

"You are going to aid Strife by using mine? Don't make me laugh. What I did is incurable for you. Once he senses I'm near brink of death, he'll take my place."

 

"Aid him using your blood? I didn't think of that. I was just going to take it in order to punish you for harming my puppet."

 

"Go ahead but then you would have to deal with Demon King."

 

He plunged his fangs into Sora's neck and started drinking his blood.

 

His keyblade disappears then his hand starts twitching.

 

He continued draining him, savoring the thick, rich taste of his blood.

 

He felt a pulse in his body then widens his eyes. "S-stop. He's...c-coming..."

 

He ignored him, too overwhelmed by the taste of his blood.

 

He grabs him by the throat. "The blood should taste terrible for you. Now, let go of me."

 

He let go of his neck. "There. Now let me go."

 

"Fair enough." He lets go of him. "What did he do since I woke up and found you are sucking our blood?"

 

He points to Cloud still under the barrier.

 

He kneels to the ground, inspecting his wound. "Looks like he's in a severe condition. This makes Jenova's cells plain."

 

"I have enough." He kneels down next to him and started pouring Jenova's cells into Cloud.

 

He extends an arm in front of him. "Don't trouble yourself." "Lower the barrier."
"No," he said coldly, "that will never happen."

 

"Just lower the barrier. It's two against one."

 

"What can you do to me without harming Demon King, huh?" He challenges.

 

"Mental torture. I can always bring back the ringing spell that you hate so much. Plus I'm sure Demon King can do something to you as well."

 

"And it isn't pretty." He mutters as he thought about Demon King's side of torture. "You would have to do a better one, Sephiroth."
"S-sora."

 

"Well, there's always Shinra's various tortures that they made just for me, but all the ones I can remember are physical."