Everything had been taken...
Akinari Kashihara stood atop the Seven Sisters Clock Tower, glancing down at the gears hidden in the dark, seeming so far away, yet... It wouldn't take much effort, just one step...
Was there truly anything left here?
There was Jun...
He hates me.
He considered it, taking a step forwards, allowing his foot to hang in the air before stepping away. Surely it did not have to end like this? Surely there was a way out of this that did not involve his death. So focused was he on his own thoughts, he failed to notice clouds obscuring the moonlight, he failed to notice the shadows creeping up the outside walls, moulding together on the floor. 'I... Don't need to die...' he assured himself in a breath.
'Oh, but you do.' his own voice replied in a much stronger tone from behind him. With his whole body trembling at what he assumed to be his mind cracking up, he turned around.
A clone of himself stood behind him, hands in pockets, dressed in a sharp pinstripe suit, crimson scarf draped loosely around his neck. The eyes! Dear god, the eyes! A molten gold, as bright as hellfire, intense and intellegent, yet cold and heartless, an intense aura radiated from them, an aura of superiority and utter evil. 'You see? You see before you?' his clone spoke, a smug grin on his lips.
'What are you...?'
'I am everything that your son desires.' he continued before chuckling loudly. ' Everything you are not!' hands came from pockets as his arms were folded. 'Go on. Jump. No-one will miss you.'
Akinari looked back at the drop. He turned back to find his copy mere inches away from his face, still as smug as ever. 'No.' he stated to the evil clone. 'I won't do it.'
'Right... Very well...' the other turned away for a second before spinning back, a single hand grabbing him by the throat, lifting him clean from the floor, two steps forwards, leaving the real Akinari hanging over the drop. 'Don't-!' he choked.
'Shh... Someone needs to look after Jun, someone needs to give him the father he always wanted...'
'Ack-!'
'What?' he looked confused, golden eyes narrowing. 'Oh! No... This isn't murder, Akinari.' he shook his head. 'No... It's suicide!' He laughed; an eldritch, inhuman sound coming from his lips as he released the real once, sending him screaming to his death. Nyarlathotep waited patiently for the most wonderful sound in the world; the crunch of a crushed human skeleton.
The door to Jun's home slammed open, colliding with the wall with such force it cracked the wall. A dark figure stood in the doorway, still smug. 'Daddy's home!'