A Darkened Whisper
A/N: This is my first fic, so please try to be a little gentle, alright? Umm-if you are wondering why Faust tends to repeat
things that he has once said, it is because people who have suffered a loss tend to repeat things, as if trying to force back the
death or grief that has overtaken the moment…Yes, I do read psychology books, and please do not stuff me in a locker as they do so kindly at school…deathglare I hope you enjoy the story, though it is terrible, terrible angst!
Disclaimer: The third chapter and I still have not met Takei Hiroyuki and I STILL don't own Shaman King…..
Chapter Three: Ominous Musings
The book was thick, deep red, and tattered. Its frayed binding displayed a rather curious title which I was unfamiliar with at the time.
"Necromancy" it read, in rich, spindly black letter that emblazoned the front of the book.
By the first Dr. Faustus…The same Dr. Faustus who sold his soul to the Devil for the forbidden knowledge which he so craved. The same Dr. Faustus whose blood runs rampant in my veins.
And he made a deal with the Devil, the very same Devil whom I was to forsake God for. How had God helped me, or Eliza? He had let her die, and cursed her from the womb with the very disease I had successfully lifted from her! With the help of Mephistopheles, my cursed blood, and Necromancy, I could bring my beloved back to life.
"Oh, my dearest…Oh, Eliza!! …You shall live!!! You shall live!" I cried, my heart racing and running as fast as I could with a renewed burst of energy down the the abandoned cellar where I had so carefully laid Eliza down to rest.
"Thank you Dr. Faustus…" I whispered to myself. "Thank you, dearest ancestor."
Only then did I witness how powerful an enemy death could truly be. I arrived in the cellar, and saw what the scourge of death had done to her ravaged body.
Her beautiful, full hair was limp, and scarce, I could see out of the corner of my dialated eyes bone protruding from putrid, green, rotting patches of muscle and skin. The same skin that had been so soft, so flawless. Eliza herself had been flawless. What had this horrid blackness done to her?!
I found myself wishing to vomit, but nothing came.
In a moment of determination, I shut the heavy oaken door behind me, locking us both in. Now nothing was interfering with her resurrection. The only ones in the room were dearest Eliza and I, the book, the darkness that was creeping upon the earth,
and my ancestor's beloved Devil.
I kissed Eliza softly on her decomposing cheek.
"You shall live, my love. You shall live because I will it. You shall live…because you must live…And I will revive you."
The despised night fell. Night that symbolized darkness. Night that symbolized a candle that sputters and dies. Night that symbolizes death.
End of Chapter Three
A/N: Phew, chapter three's enigmatic end! Oh dear, I think I am suffering from carpal tunnel now, but for fear of Faust and Eliza beating me, I shall continue today! Let's go, Chapter Four, show me what you've got!
Please keep reading and reviewing, it shall help my fragile self esteem! I am a crappy writer though, you must admit it…
Ja Ne, see you on Chapter Four!