Haiku:
Eternity is a long time for anyone.
Insanity tears itself from its womb, snapping razor jaws, gnawing, crawling.
Impurity.
It had been- what? Almost three, no, four good long months since he had disappearred from the face of the earth. And he was getting absurdly good at that. Not that anyone noticed nor cared. Disappearred? Oh. Good riddance, I say. No, his absence was not missed.
It would be his reappearance they would be worried about.
And on Earl's nightmarish stage, the greyclad Jester rose once again from the graves, laughing in the face of death, prancing about the stage, the fool of the show. Never the main attraction, just the main distraction.
His name was ironic in itself. Christian. Nightwish.
It had been - what? Almost a year, maybe? since he first came here. Since he first discovered the location of the Black Order. Back then he had been almost unstoppable, wiping out the resistance here before they had even thought to fight back. If not for Winter Sokaro, he would've....would've what? He didn't know. Didn't care, either. If he found out, he would just smile sadly as always and walk on. Ever the easy to please. Ever the fool. Ever the lunatic.
Christian Nightwish smiled as he set fire to the grounds of the Black Order, watching flames lick the foundations of this holy place in satisfication. Sadistic? Well, it ran in the family, he would say. His other family, mind. Mad? Just part of the package. Powerful? Well~ if there was an Exorcist nearby, one might find out......
