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They faced each other.
Black and red.
Blade and gun.
SOLDIER and Turk.
Sephiroth held Masamune in a two-handed grip at his shoulder, point-forward. Vincent kept Cerberus trained on a point between silver-white forelocks.
The sky was a black cloak above them, and they stood in a ring of fire-- which had once been a town square.
Now it was littered with corpses: men, women, children. A few still groaned where they lay-- Sephiroth having chosen a slower, more painful end for them. Smoke boiled up from the buildings, rank with the smell of burning flesh.
I have awoken in the seventh circle of hell, the ragged gunman thought. It was more amazing that he had awoken at all. No sound reached him, and no fire disturbed the dust of the Shinra basement. Yet he had known something was wrong: his dreams, usually filled with his own strangled screams, had changed to visions of an i