Sephiroth was
not a happy camper. He, near destroyer of the planet Gaia, son of the great Jenova, the One Winged Angel, was being forced to sit down and endure the suffering that is
therapy. Why was he being forced to have therapy, you might ask? First off, it was because the psychopath probably needed it and second, a certain pair of teenagers of questionable sanity had some how coerced them into this, but their identitys could not be revealed. So here he was, in some strange forest, ready for this blasted thing to be over with. The only good thing about it all was who else he found out was coming. The silver-haired man smirked triumphantly at the thought of seeing
him again.
It's going to be lovely to see you again, my little chocobo.....Anthos....Above Sephiroth, a young half-raven demon sat on a tree branch, her loose hair whipping around slightly in the wind. Lilith rolled her eyes, annoyed. She didn't really understand why those idiots were forcing her to play the part of therapist to some whiny guy and his apparant psychopathic stalker of a father. She didn't want to be a part of it and she didn't think she'd make a good therapist anyway. Oh well. She might as well get this freakshow over with as quickly as possible.