What happens when a lone, normal, therapist gets to peel open the inner workings of the feared and notorious Espada? Damn, I feel sorry for that dude. It's only a matter of time before he realizes that...well the espadas kinda aren't sane.

He was always sad. Never wanting to have anything to do with the world around him. A boy who was always happy, helped conflict that darkness within him. He was a musician, and he was a scientist. Yet. He had helped him more than any science ever could.

They were nobodys, and they were heartless. A constant struggle to gain the ultimate power. Power that could easily turn the tides for either side. The past, the present, and even the future all collide for a battle soon to come...a battle to survive.

From the depths of darkness comes a book truely to behold. For within it's browning old pages resides stories of the people who were lesser known. Org XII shall finally be seen in a newer broader light...that is if you're willing to read.

Death. They say before you die, you hear nothing but silence.A silence so peaceful and comforting that you never wish to escape from it.Death is not to be feared by those who have no hearts.Even they embrace the silence.

Tell me why is it that we seek revenge?To destroy those who have hurt us of course.But why is it that no one can forgive?Forgiveness doesn't come so easily in an age of darkness where hearts do not lie.Hearts are for the weak and the weak always fall.

Oneshot Songfic This song just reminds me of a certain auburn haired angel, first songfic so be nice please?

One would think that acts commited 4000 years ago could be buried. But the darkness in peoples hearts never forgets, the pain and anger in those hearts only grows stronger fueling a unrelenting darkness.Who shall put this darkness to rest?

Hehe just a little poem about our beloved, crazed, misunderstood angel...Sephiroth! Wow, this is the first poem I ever wrote on here, read and review if you like! :D