The Legacy of the Great Destroyer: A Meeting Between Master and Student.

This story begins with a man sitting in front of a fire. He has been stoking it for a few minutes, until another man came up, one with silver hair.
 
“I’ve heard you wanted to know my story, old man.” The silvered-hair man said to the other.
 
“Why, yes. Sephiroth, I do want to hear your tale, for it is one that has caught my attention with my many travels.” The old man said.
 
Sephiroth chuckled, unfurling his wings. “So you want to know that much about me? What makes you think I should give you my story. I see no harm in asking that question.”
 
“Well, if you are to be my pupil, I wish to know everything, from your perspective. Yes I have seen a lot, but I wish to hear it from you, the one they call the Great Destroyer.” The old man replied.
 
“I did not ask for that, so why do you continue to think that I want to be your student?” An angry Sephiroth commanded.
 
“Fate is funny you know. It chooses the most appropriate person for each job, and switches them around, seemingly at random. However, you were chosen for this post at your birth. The Fates decided that you would hold true to Time and to the Ages, which you have lived through.” Yin, the old man, stated,
 
Sephiroth smiled, showing his fangs. “You think I believe that nonsense? I was a pawn for all my life to others, and I will no more. You do not scare me old man, so please, keep your thoughts to yourself.” He snarled.
 
“What about the one named Thysius? Has she been told of your story? Has she known of what you’ve done? Would you continue to leave her in darkness, by not explaining everything to—“ He was cut off by Sephiroth.
 
“You will leave her out of this!.” He snapped. Apparently that was a touchy subject to the Great Destroyer. He looked disgusted, knowing that Yin was right. He had to tell her sooner or later, but why should he start to believe the old man. He was just another pawn in the world, just a puppet trying to make others move along with him. But there was some truth in what he said. “Alright, old man. I will tell you of my story, only because I need to sort it out for Thysius, when I tell her.”
 
Yin chuckled. He knew that Sephiroth was telling the truth, but it seemed that even a demon has his troubles.
 
“I shall begin, in the land I was born in, Uru.” Sephiroth started. He began to tell the tale of his life, to his new master, the Ancient of the Ages, Yin Anagawa.