Sora's Darkness

"You know you can't hide your weaknesses from me."

 

"I just don't want to be feeble right in front of you. It's like a disgrace that way." His left shoulder blade hurts, probably because of the darkness fueling his body and the wing is trying to break free from the flesh and bones along with clothing. There's another feeling like he wants to strangle something and watch in some sort of pleasure as it fades. His vision became blurry and he's swaying while he walks to the closest bedroom.

 

"Probably just the effects of a human tasting the bloodfruit." He said to himself.

 

Strange on how Genesis has the same side as Cloud.
He successfully found the bed and collapses on it. He felt something brushes against his cheek, which gives him a shiver. When he opens his eyes, sadly, it was the curtain's rope. Nothing changed since he got here and let the sleep demon take over.

 

You mean his wing?

He got finished licking the blood off his claws and his hand turned back to normal, then he picked another bloodfruit and started eating it.

 

Yep.
He kept tossing and turning, but never lie down on his back since it hurts even though he places a little weight.

 

"How go the preparations?" "It's moving along splendidly" "That's good to hear."

 

The wing has become a bother in his sleep and pulls off his shirt. The wing finally surfaces but there are no more feathers, instead he receives a batty one, just like Chaos. He sighed a relief that was over then went back to sleep.

 

He continued eating the fruit as Jenova told him what she was planning.

 

He kept on wondering Sephiroth's strange behavior even though it has already been explained.

 

He snorts. "You haven't seen the signs, Strife? The purple in my eyes, the tentacles, the ever-growing obedience towards Mother?"

 

The telepathy is driving him up to the wall. His once calm nature disappears as it was replaced by a snarling and growls. His fingers digs into the sheets.

 

"Aw, is this bothering you? I'm sorry." He said in mock sympathy as he chuckled telepathically.

 

He clutches his head in agony. Cloud follows the traces of where it came from.

 

"Your mind is more fragile and broken than I thought if you can't even handle telepathy."

 

This interrupted him again as though his Master still likes to taunt him. He increase his speed then hurries over to his side.

 

"What do you want?"

 

He nuzzles against his neck. "Seal my demon." "Hm...your blood smells good, Master." Both sides said at the same time. The bloodlust side occupies himself by sniffing Sephiroth's unique blood.

 

He knocks him away with one of his wings as he growled and hissed threateningly.

 

He blocks the blow with his own wing. Cloud's demon smirks as he seems to be unfazed by his Master's attack. "Cloud is getting impatient by the minute and he fears my existence since you created me. She could, at least, quicken the pace."