Death is Eternal: Epilogue
Once the storm had passed, shaman fights continued as normal. Eventually enough teams were eliminated for it to revert back to one on one matches. This was the worst part for most. Old friends turned foe, it was everyone man, woman, and child for themselves. Faust didn't mind, it was just one more obstacle in the way of becoming Shaman King.
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The oracle bell chimed, signalling the next match. Faust VIII vs. Asakura Yoh. It was his turn at last. Faust rose from his seat and approached the center of the stadium. His hat was tossed aside, revealing his twisted facial expression. He was grinning, but this was not a happy smile. It was deranged, that of a mad man. Yoh was the only person 'fortunate' enough to see it twice, all the others were victims of his madness.
Nothing's changed, he'd been through all this before. He was used to be being alone. The title of Shaman King would be his, he just had to work Twice as hard now. The cool feeling of Death against his bare flesh was a constant reminder of this. It was time. The coat was flung off and his arms outstretched.
"Shall we go, Eliza? Manta-kun?"
- Fin -
Gomen! I'm so sorry for the ending! If it makes you feel any better, I hate myself for writing this. Thanks for reading, sorry again.
Once the storm had passed, shaman fights continued as normal. Eventually enough teams were eliminated for it to revert back to one on one matches. This was the worst part for most. Old friends turned foe, it was everyone man, woman, and child for themselves. Faust didn't mind, it was just one more obstacle in the way of becoming Shaman King.
* * *
The oracle bell chimed, signalling the next match. Faust VIII vs. Asakura Yoh. It was his turn at last. Faust rose from his seat and approached the center of the stadium. His hat was tossed aside, revealing his twisted facial expression. He was grinning, but this was not a happy smile. It was deranged, that of a mad man. Yoh was the only person 'fortunate' enough to see it twice, all the others were victims of his madness.
Nothing's changed, he'd been through all this before. He was used to be being alone. The title of Shaman King would be his, he just had to work Twice as hard now. The cool feeling of Death against his bare flesh was a constant reminder of this. It was time. The coat was flung off and his arms outstretched.
"Shall we go, Eliza? Manta-kun?"
- Fin -
Gomen! I'm so sorry for the ending! If it makes you feel any better, I hate myself for writing this. Thanks for reading, sorry again.