Dreamweaver

Three things happened at the same time in Cloud's mind. The bullet piercing Barret's chest, ending his life. Tifa's scream, pure rage as she ran towards her Daddy, only to be stopped by the whispers. And a vortex appearing, and Sephiroth emerging to pierce the president with the Masamune. He smiled slyly at Cloud as he disappeared back into the vortex, which turned into a giant, shapeless, tentacle monster.

"This is..." Red whispered.

"The source. Of everything." Aerith said firmly.

"It's an illusion. Stay calm," Red said.

Easier said than done. With Tifa and Barret indisposed, the part was left with Cloud, Red and Aerith. Cloud focused on the tentacles that appeared out of nowhere, while Red used his agility to attack the boss's weak points, and Aerith used healing magic and fire to keep the party going. Finally, covered in miasma, Cloud dealt the final blow, only for the illusion to be dispelled and a man in a dark robe to appear. Cloud recognized him. Marco. His penis ... no, not a penis, what was starting to perk up was larger, a cock ... started to twitch to life at the sight of the man he'd first fucked. But then Sephiroth picked Marco up, carrying him higher above the roof, and Cloud's arousal faded as well. Cloud could distantly hear two copters inbound.