Disclaimer: I don't own Blassreiter, which is a pity.
Small warning for spoilers, this shouldn't really be read if you haven't seen the end of the show, or want to be surprised. So the pitiful state of Blassreiter fanfiction has lead me to writing this. I mean its a beautifully, wonderfully Yaoi-tastic show that needs more love. So I guess I'll try to do it justice. Please read and review if you like it. There will be other chapters, also this unbetaed.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Joseph felt his consciousness fade away with that thought, the anti-nano machines dissolving the nano machines and turning his body. There was peace to be found in it, knowing that he had protected those given to him by God. He had saved Xargin, Amanda and Malik, now God had granted him eternal rest.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. The ashes of Joseph Jobson spread over the horde of amalgams, stopping all of them through the spread of the Isis anti-nanos. It rained down like mana from heaven, like a benediction from God.
It should have been the end of it. Or at least the end of Joseph's involvement. The ultimate messiah, a sacrificial lamb given to provide the future a better tomorrow. For Amanda, for Malik...
It should have been his end. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Yet how quickly they had forgotten that God originally created life from the dust of the earth. If God could do it once, to do it a second time would be nothing. And how could God possibly fail to reward those who had been the most unwavering in their faith?
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Many miles from that fateful battle, nearly across the beleaguered country of Germany, dust slowly settled on the ground outside a small village church. Slowly the dust took the form of a man, until finally, as the last of the dust settled, there came a blinding flash of light. The dust scattered, leaving behind a man.
He stirred, opening red eyes to stare at the white of a winter sky. Slowly he sat up, bringing a hand to his aching head and looking around. Where was he? How did he get here? As his mind moved through those questions, he realized he did not know. He didn't know who he was, the only thing that came to his head was a name.
"Excuse me young man, how did you come to be here?" He turned, facing a woman in the black and white habit of a nun, smiling serenely down at him. "Its far too cold to be out at this time of day, its supposed to snow soon. Would you like to come inside and warm up a bit? You look as thought you're about to turn blue."
He blinked at the words, suddenly feeling the biting wind on his numb skin. He had no coat, nothing more than a shirt and pants on. He nodded, slowly getting to his feet, only to stumble as his legs proved less stable than he believed.
The woman wrapped an arm around him, a kind smile crossing her face. "Come along dear, let's get you in out of the cold." She began to guide him down the path, the glowing lights of a distant chapel causing a weird pang of, was it nostalgia? "What is your name anyway?"
He didn't know, he realized he knew nothing about himself. Except, there was one thing that constantly ran through his mind. "Joseph..." Joseph, was it his name? He wasn't sure, but it felt right in a way. If it was not who he was, he hoped the owner of the name didn't mind him borrowing it.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
