A/N: Short. I wanted to write something sad about this guy. Hope this makes sense. I was trying to write something deep, but I think I failed =w="...
Void
"The wolf knows what the ill heart thinks."
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It hurt to watch this pitiful farce, much more so than it hurt to face the black beast over and over again.
He wished it would end, to see everything come to a valid and righteous conclusion, one where even he, or at least, his younger self, could be happy.
But it could never be so.
It was always the same in every life. Always the path of veiled justice, always the path of obsession.
She always slipped away from him.
Whether it was with death or through his insufferable ignorance, she always suffered and the shell that he adorned was the result of that. He was an empty vessel, cursed to forever watch his own tragic dance of life unfold.
Forced to forever watch this dance of insanity, obsession, sadness and suffering, wishing, hoping, and begging to whoever listened to bring forth the redemption that he so hungrily longed for.
To make everything right as his former self could never do so. Repent and come to closure with his own conflicted heart.
Something he was never allowed to do.
He was the White Void. Empty. Constantly on the search for something to suck into his barren life.
He was the cold steel, phlegmatic and numb.
He was the just sword, bearing a blade that judged those who shouldn't be judged.
With blade in hand shall he reap the sins of this world in order to mask his own.
Cleanse it in the fires of destruction, those of which he'd created.
He was Hakumen and with him, he brought his own end.
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End
Written-Sin: Hakumen, you are a pain in the ass to write... If your design wasn't so badass and cool I wouldn't even bother paying attention to you...
Also, I'm sure that everyone guessed by now that the girl spoken of in this is Tsubaki.
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