To the citizens of Germany, it was the day hell rose. The angels screamed words plagued with pain, as though their feathers were being ripped off one by one. There was no God to the citizens that fateful night, at least not to the victims.
Men became bloodied rag dolls sprawled out on the ground as though a child had cast them aside after playtime. The frightened child with his new plaything arose from the darkness of the midnight hour, "TELL ME WHERE ARE THE MURDERERS OF MY PERFECT LOVE!" There was a brush of wind as he passed with the eyes of a raven, "You who tells me will be spared. You who don't will perish by the hand of my reincarnated beloved!" In the stained moonlight, daggers of eyes peered into the hearts of the citizens. Men and women alike ran towards whatever they could find was shelter. Nothing was a shelter, not to this madman.
No one would admit to the crime. No one dared. It was as though something had washed away Faust's innocence. His life's devotion, his research but most importantly, his whole life had been swept away by the shot of a single gun. He watched her suffering. He tried to cure it. Now she was just a shell of her former self; a threshold for solitude and devotion. He had failed. But no one had to know that, not while he still had her by his side. Now instead of walking in the flowers together, he tore flowers apart seeking the blood of others.
Finally a man stood forward. He was slender and tall, eyes were as pure as day. A women, who oddly resembled Eliza, sat trembling by his side. She let go of his arms the moment he stood forward.
"You there!" He called to Faust. Faust swerved around to face another obstacle, "Why do you kill? I must know. Before I am dead by your stained hands, I must know!"
Faust didn't say anything for a moment then his eyes lit up with passionate fire, "I kill for love."
"Love? Odd but understandable."
"Understandable? You understand nothing, whelp!" The man nodded. He, of coarse, didn't. But somehow, Faust had a feeling in his gut he did.
"I understand one thing; it was me that killed your lovely Eliza. My wife and I were starving. I was too hasty. My hunger and my anger took hold of me and I repent for my actions. However, I know that you will not let me go. I will die by my sin," he turned to leave, "however, I don't want to die just yet." His eyes too lit up. The once blue eyes that had stared down so innocently were now fueled as well by the passion for blood and love.
Faust paused as he watched his whole body erupt in flames miles high. It took a while for Faust to get a hold of it but he realized something significant.
He wasn't the only one who knew necromancy.
Skeletons rose from the ground. The world felt like one giant earthquake, everything coming out of the earth. Hell was truly unleashed.
"How… how did you gain that much power?" The lover gasped as skeletons rose from every which way.
The man smirked, eyes flashing at the moon in the sky, "I shouldn't tell you. That's half the battle. I will tell you one thing though: you will find me at the Shaman King tournament in Tokyo. If you want your revenge, find me there." With that, the world ended in a blinding light and everything fell to the ground. The young lover drifted off into dreams of his lovely song Eliza and the terrible murderer that took her away from him.
