The Chosen One: Moribund

I - Zemblanity

Zemblanity (n): the inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know; the opposite of serendipity.

Feeble light. It slipped through your eyes, stimulating you optical nerves. Eyelids batting and opening to reveal a fully unknown room, while the white noise in your ears took the form of city sounds. The room you were in reeked something that turned your guts upside down, and already from the ceiling you could tell the building you were in was neglected for years. As you tried to push your back of the ground though, your palms found the source of the stench; sticky, left-uncleaned blood. A rush of cold sweat run all over your skin, and you quickly looked around to see if there was someone who was bleeding; you were feeling fine and could move all of your limbs. And your eyes fell onto the one you were least expecting: Sephiroth.
The man was lying flat on his back with his eyes closed and a calm expression, like he was sleeping. You scurried to his side, as he too was drenched around with blood, painting even his white hair tufts. To your relief, he didn't seem to have any wounds. You put your palms high on his chest and call his name in worry:

"Sephiroth!.."

You saw his eyes move until he opened his eyelids. His voice came out raspy and heavy while he shifted to the reality you were both in:

"(Y/N)..." he stood up a bit on his elbows.

"Thank god you are ok! You aren't hurt anywhere?"

He looked into your eyes while you spoke in worry, before he replied:
"No... Where are we?.." his keen sense of observation and orientation had him wondering immediately.

"I have absolutely no idea.." you replied and look around again "But this place scares me... Why all this blood?"

At your last word he started to take in all the horrid picture. You were in the middle of big concentration of blood.

"This is pure massacre... And it was not done by us." As he spoke his eye fell on something strange on the wall. "What is this?" he queried as he stood up and walked to it, his every step squelching on the sticky floor.

You noticed as you watched him that he was barefooted, and so were you. You both only wore some kind of long white dress-shirt. Wanting to see as well, you stood up and approached him.
On the wall, there was a blood stain with a pattern, it was obviously not just a splatter.

"This doesn't seem random. It seems as if was drawn by hand." Sephiroth commented.

"I agree... It looks like..some kind of symbol...."

Beside the runny nature of the liquid when the symbol was drawn, it's shape was clear; an upside-down cross with an rhombus that started at the middle of its long part and ended with an extended angle up, and two wing-like shapes at each side. You were unfamiliar with that shape, but instinctively you turned to other walls to see if they had it as well. The one across of which you had studied, beared it as well, but the two on your sides had a different.

"Look, those two walls have a different! It has only one wing-like shape!"

This array of words rang a bell in both your minds.

"One wing?.." he muttered as he examined the other symbol with you.

The symbol had indeed one wing at the left side from how you could see it, a long line at its right that a very smaller one crossed with it at its quite upper area, a very small thorn or wing at the far down right and a dot up, between the wing and the long line. On second thought, the line started to seem like a sword to you.

"Does this... represent you?" you asked with the fear of being right, as this just makes the situation even more complex.

"I'm afraid yes...." he responded with the same weird feeling that turned around his guts.