The One Winged Demon knew someone was coming long before they knew what to expect, the soft sound of boots clinking against the wood echoing down the tall passageway down towards the basement. He didn't know who it was, so the sound was both foreboding and somewhat comforting. He truly hoped, with all his heart that at least it wasn't Tifa. Cid or Barret were better candidates, more willing to put an end to his life without figuring out who was beneath the hood beforehand. She would've been more likely to try and beat him and get answers before doing something so drastic, and that fear on its own made him shudder. Cloud just... Couldn't face Tifa, anyone else in the world would be fine, but her.... Please let it be someone else... The fact he heard boots was reassuring, since she normally didn't wear them, but still until he knew exactly who this was the nervousness would persist. Tch, even as a monster he was just a weak hearted fool.

The poetic sound of the man's voice who entered, boy didn't that bring back memories. He'd personally only laid eyes on him a couple times, but anyone who was a part of Shinra would know one of the trio that Sephiroth was part of during his service. The one obsessed with LOVELESS and stories, who wanted to be the hero of his story but ultimately turned out to be nothing but a monster attacking the civilians... At least that's what Shinra wanted people to believe, all he truly did wrong was attack Shinra. However that didn't change the fact that he too was connection to the heinous JENOVA project that spawned both Sephiroth and himself, he was another one who needed to be extinguished. They'd thought he'd have gone off and died somewhere after DEEPGROUND, but apparently they'd been wrong... It didn't matter though, even if this was to be the end for him he'd make sure that this lineage was destroyed.

...That name though... Tears almost fell from his eyes at the mere mention of him... [i]Zack[/i]... He closed his eyes to fight them back, taking a deep breath as he reached out and placed a gloved hand upon one of the tubes. Everything he was he had Zack to thank, the one man he looked up to more than anyone else. He was the one who managed to hold onto his humanity, and do what was right in the face of adversity. His body wasn't transformed like him or the trio, he was just a SOLDIER with big dreams trying to do the right thing. He was nothing like the two in this room, the only mistake in his life he was that no one else did (he couldn't fault Zack for trusting Shinra, everyone did) was letting him live. If it wasn't for him Zack wouldn't have been slowed down and would've made it to Midgar, and ultimately he'd have been able to lead AVALANCHE against Sephiroth to victory. He didn't hate the One Winged Angel like him, and wouldn't have been able to be used as a conduit to continually return to this world. Everything after that would've been fine, this wouldn't be happening and the world would be a better place. Cloud couldn't fault Zack for this either though, he was just too much of a good guy for his own good.

[color=teal]"Tch... In my head, once..."[/color] Cloud muttered, letting his hand drop from the tube to grasp onto the weapon on his back. Until now his wing was hidden underneath this cloak, which had a magnet within the back like the SOLDIER uniforms. It likely belonged to one of the Sephiroth clones, fashioning it as such to be able to keep their weapon on them in case they needed it. Fitting outfit for who he was, who he'd become. Instead of turning and attacking Genesis however, he swung the large blade through one of the tubes, then brought it down hard upon the other. Both shattered upon impact, spilling their mako stench throughout the room as the liquid crawled across the cold stone. Brash as the move was it was out of anger, things like this were behind all of them... The monsters, the One Winged Angels.... Him. He couldn't stand the look of them, he hated them and Shinra more than he ever had in his life... That's why he'd been able to pull off the tragedy, he was just attacking Shinra right? Swinging the sword to the side, some of the Mako and even blood from before now wet again thanks to this action were thrown off at droplets towards the wall. Genesis has to know a fight was coming, but he needed to know why.

[color=teal]"...Unlike us, he was a hero. We are monsters, just like [i]Sephiroth[/i],"[/color] the former SOLDIER's name came off his tongue in a hiss, like a terrifying venom that engulfed the air around them. [color=teal]"...But you'd know all about that, Genesis..."[/color]

Immediately as he fell silent again, that leathery demonic wing burst from underneath the cloak, tearing a hole where it emerged before spreading its fingers and stretching to the fullnesss of its form. Though not as impossibly wrong as the Crimson SOLDIER's, it was a perfect mirror to Sephiroth's wing in its size. It relaxed, remaining only partly open as he slowly turned to face his opponent... His savior, the one who would free him from this hell. Nothing about his own attire stood out, it was simple black clothes without any markings or symbols, not even a belt similar to SOLDIER's. Only one thing besides the type of sword would stand out to Genesis, because though he couldn't see Cloud's face, there was one thing unmistakable about the Imaginary SOLDIER's eyes...

...The eerie glow of Mako.