A cloack man entered into a dark room, followed by a young man with a conserned look on his face.
"Sir! We shouldn't do this, who knows what the portal might bring!" shouted the young man.
The cloacked man look at the the young man. His hair was brown and it was extremely messy today.
"You fool!" sneered the cloacked man "You can sense the presents of the demons in this town can't you?"
"Yes..."
"Then that is why we will use this portal. The Order will not be beaten by demons and we will rule this realm!"
The cloacked man took a knife and cut his hand spilling blood all over the floor.
"NOW RISE OUR GLORIOUS SAVOIR AND ANGEL!!!!!!"screamed the cloaked man."RISE AND RULE THIS REALM FOR ETERNITY!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Suddenly the blood was drawn tho the center of floor. Then the floor began to desiolve into darkness. Voices sang from nowhere in an unholy tone of worship and praise. Lightning stuck all over the room and winds blew as strong ans hurricanes. Then in a bright flash a frail looking man was kneeling in the midille of the rematerilized floor. His hair platium silver as long to his legs. He wore a black leather coat. As he stood up he took his long sword by his side. He opened his eyes to revile a sickly jade color to them. One black feathered wing open showing it glory.
"Behold our savoir," said the cloaked man, "Our god, The One Winged Angel.................Sephiroth. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"