Before the Anti-Anime bomb's go off I have to at least post this fic. I
still have some editing to do but in fear of a non-anime ban, I have to
post this before one get's put on the list. I hope to god that there
will be no non-anime ban, but god only know's. So here's a one-shot
story I wrote for a school project. And I think this WILL make up for my
crappy story, "When the Rose shatter's."
    So enjoy, because if there is a ban, my writing may never be seen on
the FFML again. Hope you enjoy this, please send C&C! *_*

WARNING: This fic contain's blood, murder and religious theme's. No rape
though. Never is in my stories.
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                                 Prologue: Confession

    "I write this in the hope that someday someone will read this. This
story is not only a confession of guilt, but a truth. A truth that there
is a heaven and a hell, therefore one should live a good life, unlike
me. I sinned and I paid the price, twofold. Now let me tell the tale of
how I sinned. So end's my forward to this story."- Matthew Maddocks

                Chapter 1: The road to hell is paved with bad
intentions.

    I was in hell, literally. This place was a visage of terror and
hatred, it represented all evil. Death, decay and terror were a
understatement when it came to this place. And that was not the worst
thing. The worst thing was knowing that I deserved this. Me, Matthew
Maddocks, died age twenty-five.
    And what did I do to deserve this. Well I got over six thousand
people killed. I betrayed my friends and allies. I might as well have
killed them myself, it would have been the same. And so this is how I
ended up here...........
    It was dark, very dark. The rain fell down on me with great speed
and force. I could barely see my way through this jungle. Why I let
myself be posted to Korea was beyond me.
    I joined the army for one reason, and one reason only. Not because I
believed in what we did, or what we fought for. But to learn. To learn
and then to write. For what we fought was a religious war. Not a war
over which religion was better, but a war of the religion. Angel's
versus Demon's. Sound's fictional doesn't it? But it is true, a hard
truth for me to believe as well. I never was a religious man, always's
believed in science, the provable. But once a barrage of missiles flew
down from the sky and obliterated China I believed. After waves of black
winged people flew down from above I believed. And when the Angel's
chased them, I knew it was true. So started the Pandora war.
    It all happened May 3rd, 2015. And ever since that day there has
been a war. I am not alive to see it at the moment, but most likely it
still goes on. The world armies allied quickly with the Angel's against
the Demon's. Not for heroic or morale reasons, at least not all
countries did for that reason. They did it for revenge, and protection.
China was not the only country hit. No. The Demon's troops moved into
Russia, America and England. They were eventually fended off, but they
destroyed at least half the military of the three countries.
    And so all of this bring's me to the reason I joined the army in
2016. I joined because I was a writer. Not a successful one though. I
enjoyed writing about the dark side of the world. Fantasy stories with
Demon's and magic, with secret enemies and utter beguile. So I joined to
know, to know the truth. To see a truth that would help me write, that
would remove a writer's block that I was having. So me, a plump, thirty
year old writer decided to join the army and fight the good fight. But
things never happened the way you planned, never.
    So I was moving through the North Korean forest, scouting. A
private, sent out in the rain to spy on the enemy. I had a feeling that
I would die, and I was right. But not in the way I planned, not at all.
    I just moved out of the forest when I saw a gun. Not one but three,
pointed at me. They were being held by tall, dark figures with black,
bat like wings spread out. I wondered when the bullet would come. But
instead of waiting for it I reached for my hand gun strapped to my belt.
But I was stopped by the simple word's of one of the demon's. "Move your
hand away from the gun or you won't have one. A gun and a hand."
    I looked up into those fiery red eyes burning with hatred. My vision
was slightly blurred by the heavy rain. But nothing could hide the dark
figure. I felt a chill run up my spine, not caused by the cold, wet
weather, but by the Demon, whose look inspired fear within me. "Why?
You'll kill me one way or another. Why not go down trying to kill a few
of you?"
    "Because I might not kill you. If you tell us some things, then we
will let you go alive." The Demon smiled as the curious look entered my
eye's.
    I felt rather disgusted at myself for thinking of helping these
monsters, but I did think. Thought of living, of not dying. Of finding a
wife maybe, being thirty years unmarried. I moved my hand away from the
gun and put it at my side. "So what do you want."
    The two Demon's behind the one that had spoke before nodded and
smiles fell on there face as well, but the one in front spoke. "Good.
Now tell me the strength, position, and weaponry of the force here."
    Mentally sighing I told him. I told him of the six thousand troops
back eight hundred miles. I told them they had no air or artillery
support. I told them that they were armed with standard guns, Desert
Eagle's and M16's. So they let me go, for the cost of my soul.
    I didn't go back, I couldn't. I had betrayed them all. If I went
there and saw them dead or alive I wouldn't be able to handle it. They
all hated me though, made fun of me. They were all stronger, luckier,
and liked to pick on me, the battalion loser. So maybe that was why I
betrayed them, the thought of the delicious taste of revenge. But it
tasted bitter, very bitter.
    I swore I heard the scream's of agony as they died. A scream that
went through my mind over and over again, driving me to madness. And
then the pictures came. Images, entered my mind, into my nightmares.
Images of their death, blood and gore. Bodies strewn across a
battlefield. Images of Demon's showing no mercy to the bodies, ripping
them to shreds and throwing them everywhere. And the most disgusting of
all, them drinking blood.
    Punishment didn't end with memories and images of what I had done,
that was but the beginning. When I reached the base I told them that I
escaped the slaughter of the twenty third battalion. They believed me
and sent me to a local hospital for a check-up. But my stay there was
cut short, only a week. And then, somehow, the truth was learned, and I
was killed. That was the problem, I enlisted in the
American army, and therefore American punishment. And the punishment for
high treason causing the death of six thousand, three hundred and twenty
one soldiers, I was executed. The electric chair. And so I died. And
ended up in hell.........
    And now here I am, in hell, the worst place every. A place of
eternal damnation. But I didn't come straight here. No, the trial came
first...........
    I stood in darkness, pure darkness. I seemed to float on noting, no
ground, only darkness. It was surrounding darkness, engulfing darkness.
It entered me, swirled around me, pierced within my mind. Forever seeing
what lay within, seeing what kind of a man I was. And I wouldn't admit
in then, but now, I admit the truth. I'm twisted man, fascinated with
the darkness. And that's why I betrayed the light. Yes that is the true
reason. People say you should write about what you experience, so to
fight demon's, to betray angel's and people, and to be a total ass. I
did it all and now I can write about it. I am now a full fledged writer,
and a monster.
    Waiting for hours, or it felt like hours. It could have minutes,
minutes or hours to think about what I had done. Did the gods give you
this time to think over what you did, to say you were wrong and to
repent? Well I would not, could not. I was to full of pride, to
self-assured. Thinking I was indestructible I fought the urge to repent
and prepared to fight the gods themselves. I could win, or so I thought.
That is until the trial began.
    A man appeared in the dankness, surrounded by a blinding white
light. The man stood seven feet tall, or so it appeared. He looked
strong, yet thoughtful and humble. Towering was the best description,
towering over me. His white robe seemed to move like it was being blown
around by wind, but no breeze came through.
    A bellowing and overbearing voice seemed to come from all around me,
but I knew it came from the man standing in front of me. "Matthew
Maddocks, you are being tried before the council of metal physical
affairs. You are charged under the same grounds as the charge laid on
you by the army. High treason leading to the death of six thousand,
three hundred and twenty-one people. Also, to add to those charges, you
have led a selfish life, you have spoke often of evil and the darkness
on good terms. For this we shall decide your fate now, and it will most
likely be bad. Judgement!"
    Next to the man wearing the white robe a eight foot man wearing a
light blue one appeared. In his hand he carried a large white cross,
about the size of a sword. It was buckled to his belt, like a sword, a
holy sword. His face and hands were hidden within the shadows of the
robe. "Matthew Maddocks, born on March 13th 1986, your case has been
reviewed by the council of souls. Over one thousand high Seraphine have
reviewed your case. And they have found you, by a majority vote.......
GUILTY of all the crimes that Gabriel here has told you about. Your
punishment is an eternity of damnation in the bowel's of hell!"
    Judgement walked toward's me with his sword drawn. Raised above his
head he was ready to strike me down with it.  I tried to move, tried to
run, but I could not. I was bound with invisible chains. And why not?
Would the gods let a soul escape? Would they let one vanish? No! Every
one mus be counted, every single one.
    And so I never felt it strike me, never felt the blade of justice
smite me. All I knew was that I blacked out.............
    But that's not where my past end's, nay, that's only where it
begins...............
    As I awoke I smelled it, blood. Blood, flesh and everything in
between. The smells of blood burning and flesh burning, and of
everything burning.
    Shaking my head I got up to my feet and looked around. I was in a
small, cube shaped room made of pure, red, brimstone. Sulfur fumes
filled my nostrils as my feet hit the ground. My mind was fogged up and
I couldn't remember much, it was fuzzy.
    My thought's were soon interrupted by a powerful voice coming from
in front of me, but no one was there. "Hello accursed one. You are now
in the darkness of hell. I welcome you to an eternity of destruction and
despair. Let me show you around, as I do with most guests."
    Soon after the voice was gone the man came. Tall, about as tall as
the inquisitor. He was draped in a black cloak and shadows were in place
of his body. In his right hand he held a curved scythe with a metal
blade.
    I looked into where his eyes would have been, but only blackness.
"Who, who, who are you? What are you?"
    His chilling, death like voice rung through the room like chimes of
death. "You, the writer of dark stories, of things others dare not write
or talk about does not know who I am. It is obvious. I am death
incarnate. I bring people from the eternal darkness where the trial is,
to hell. While the inquisitor takes them to heaven. Now come, I'll show
you around."
    I followed Death out of the room and down the brimstone hall. No
sound was made by Death, and only the sound of my footsteps could be
heard. And when they his the floor, the disgusting sulfur rose into my
nose. Thinking that I would have to deal with this forever didn't make
it better, but far, far, worse.
    And then my hopes were burned like much in this hell when I saw it.
I was soon standing on a cliff edge, looking over my new home. It was
hell.
    The whole place was made of red rock and brimstone. It was large,
spanning probably three hundred square miles from end to end. Beyond the
place was only blackness, utter, empty darkness.
    There seemed to be five levels to this hell, each getting smaller as
they went down. This was the sixth, the highest. It was small, and meant
as only a looking point.
    On the fourth level was fire and lava. People were slowly moving
through the flames and heat, burning, screaming, crying. Searching for
an escape from the pain, but there was not.
    The fourth was the level of hanging. It was all people hanging,
nooses around their necks. They hung from un-sturdy pieces of rock and
below them were spikes. Many a person was impaled on the rocks, and they
all screamed in pain, and trying to die, but soon the urge to die was
dead. They knew they could not die, could not see true death, and so
ended hope.
    The third layer was the land of the rack. People were screaming and
yelling for mercy as dark demons pulled the mechanism of destruction.
When pulled, everyone was stretched until flesh was torn and everything
was pulled apart. But soon reassembled, ready to be tortured again and
again.
    The second layer, was filled with intense heat. Cylinders of fire
rose everywhere, causing sulfur fumes to enter the air. That layer had
many people on it, just wandering around aimlessly, trying to find
something. Or maybe nothing, maybe their despair had gotten to them,
maybe.
    And finally, the first layer. It was small, circular, with a large
castle, made of pure jet. Massive in size it towered all the way up to
the sixth floor we stood on. Into the jet was bonded millions of skulls,
their faces showing terror and hatred. The tower was a spiraling
testament to eternal fear and despair.
    Death pointed down the second layer. "That's your new home. The
layer of the hopeless and despair full. Land of the eternally lost. Home
sweet home." And then he pointed to the first layer. "And that is the
castle of the damned. It is where the Arch-Demon of this hell lives.
Their are millions of hells ruled by millions of Arch-Demon's. Now I'm
going so go down to the second floor. Just follow the stairs in front of
you." Death then vanished.
    I did as he said, because what else would I do. And that is why I'm
here now..........
    So here I am, in the second layer of hell. Things could have been
worse, if I didn't meet Alya. She had been here for three hundred years.
She was burned for being a witch and she had ben wondering the Land of
the eternally lost for all that time.
    She was about six feet tall, which was rather tall for that time.
Strong of spirit she was, and still is, if only it could be shown. It
had been destroyed when she came here, much like mine. She had a good
figure which was held within her slightly burnt, white tunic and
breeches. Her eye's were deep pools of dark brown color and her hair was
flowing long and dark black.
    And that is why I decided to do this, why I decided to fight fate.
For her, for me, I would fight him. I would fight the Arch-Demon for my
freedom. I would defeat him and leave this hell, and never return. All I
had to do was get to the castle. I had told Alya about my plan. She
wished me luck, but she thought it was foolish, and that I was wasting
my time. But I would prove her wrong.
    I looked into my left hand and felt slightly disgusted. Why? For one
simple reason, it held a brown mug. Within that mug contained the only
drink here, blood. After time you got used to the idea of drinking
blood, but you didn't like it. It was disgusting, but if you didn't
drink it, you would feel terrible pain, the pain of a drought within
your body. Because in life you needed liquid, and death you needed the
same. But you don't die in death, you just feel the pain of it. That's
why I want out, out of this. To be away from the pain and the hatred.
Let the battle begin........

                  Chapter 2: Who are the truly damned?

    I stood in front of the castle. In front of it stood a large tree,
known as the tree of death. The tree of death fed off the blood of the
living. The tree stood four yards high. The trunk was blood red, as was
the branches. The leaves were a pitch black, blacker then the blackest
night. This tree symbolized all the evil in the universe.
    And where did this blood that the tree so feasted on come from? Well
it came from the sacrifice of human life given by the Scourge's, or the
Banished as they were called. For they were people, turned into demon
like monster's through their own action's. Some would say that they were
the lucky one's, but I do not. Was an eternity of mediocre pleasure and
relief of pain worth losing one's soul eternally, without any chance of
redemption. Well if you put it that way, it does seem better, and that
disgusts me.
    Now back to the tree. The second source was coming down right now. A
rain of blood, red, crimson blood. It stained my clothes and covered my
body from head to toe. When it rained in Hell, it was like nothing ever
seen. The blood struck like stones were flying from the sky, another
pain one had to endure. Blood was the water here, and water the scourge
of hell, so therefore, none existed here.
    Forgetting about the tree I quickly moved past it and looked upon
the towering castle made of black jet. It looked more like a tower then
a castle. The door was strangely open, as though the owner expected me.
And I wouldn't be surprised if he did.
    Moving toward's the door I heard the sounds of screams, amplified a
hundred fold. It seemed to create a strange symphony of darkness and
hatred. The screams of music would drive a man mad. But luckily for me,
I was already insane.
    I entered the door and the screams stopped, or were silenced when
the door shut and locked itself behind. I heard the sound, almost
stopped by the screaming. The sound of the slam as the door closed and
the clicking sound of the door being locked. When I looked back there,
the door was no longer there. It was just a jet black wall, nothing
more.
    Inside there was only a long hallway. It was rather narrow, and
amazingly long. The jet shone with a sparkling light as it was lit by
torches bolted to the wall. But they were not regular torches, they were
hands. Hands bolted to the wall with it's finger standing upwards from
it's palm. And within the cage like image the hand created was a blue
flame, creating a blue light. But the blue flame didn't burn, it just
seemed rest there.
    I moved quickly down the hall. It felt like hours were passing as I
went down it. Forever, the hall went on forever. But not forever,
because nothing does. Soon it ended with a spiraling staircase at the
end. But when I tried to go up the stair's a figure appeared in front of
it.
    It was a ghostly white, and quite translucent. The figure wore a
large cloak, which seemed to flow in a wind that never existed, much
like Death's cloak. The figure's hands were stuck out making a kind of T
shape out of it's body. Then a haunting, masculine voice came from the
figure. "Go back, and no harm will come to you. Stay and only death
await's."
    I shook my head and tried to push the figure, but he was like a
wall. I hit him repeatedly, but never did he flinch or move, just like a
wall. I soon stopped and looked at the hood of his cloak which shadowed
his face. Moving quickly I pulled it off the reveal nothing, there was
nothing. "Who are you?"
    The person's figure twisted and warped until it revealed a man,
about five foot five. He had long black hair and dark black eye's with a
tint of red. His skin was a pale white, like snow. He wore a dark black
te-shirt and dark black sweat pants. His muscular figure could be seen
easily through the tight fabric. On his face he had a horrifying grin
which revealed a fang. "Oh well, worth a try. I could throw you far away
now but I won't, as a special request of a friend, who you will meet
very soon. He's very interested in you, you know. Oh but where are my
manner's! The name's Lucifer, ruler of every thing in every Hell."
    "Well then go away if you don't want to bother me. I have a meeting
with the Arch-Demon and I don't want to be distracted by the king of
darkness, no matter how powerful you are."
    Lucifer produced a full smiled which showed both of his fangs. "Very
well. I'm planning to watch the show myself. Good day." And he vanished
into a cloud of smoke.
    And as he vanished the whole room was covered in blood. But as soon
as it came, it left, leaving only one trace that it had ever been there.
On the wall's and floor's there were red word's painted in blood. Of
different sizes and shapes and languages they still said the same word,
"Hopeless."
    I would not let Lucifer or the Arch-Demon win, I could not let them
win! And so putting that behind me, I climbed, forever onward. Power by
determination, and hope. Hope, something I had not felt in a long time.
But hope is a flower that can grow in any environment. And the flower
was now in it's prime. I would defeat the Arch-Demon of this hell, and
leave here. Or feel eternal pain greater then that I have felt ever
before.
    After a long time, I finally reached the top. At the top was a door,
a door made of human skin. Twisted and bloated into a weird door. When I
saw it I wondered whether to continue or not, or to go back. To run and
hide and endure the heat that one could never adapt to. But then I tried
to run away once, run away into death.
    When I first got here, I could not stand the pain, the torment, the
evil. Everything was to much for me to take, and so I decided to die
eternally. I wished for my conscience to vanish and nothing of me but a
faint memory to remain. So I threw myself onto one of the flames. I
remember the pain of my skin burning. The smell of flesh pealing away. I
wanted to die, but I couldn't. All I had was an eternal pain.
    And so I waited there for almost an hour until I was pulled away by
Alya. And then I felt the seed of hope being planted as I looked into
those eyes. And now it was time to see if the plant, grown from that
seed, could hold it's own against a hurricane.
    I opened the door by pulling on the bone handle. It quickly opened
inwards to reveal a large luxurious room. Well at least to the demonic
extent. The room was large and made of pure jet like the rest of the
castles. On the walls, next to the bolted, hand torches were paintings.
Paintings depicting gore and death, and the enslavement of mankind.
    On the ceiling hung human skulls from strings. Hundred's of them,
showing that this was not a nice man.
    And the person who owned this large room sat at the very end of it.
At the back wall there was a ruby throne. The back rest was twisted into
a pentagram shape and the whole base of it was engraved with demonic
symbols.
    The man who sat in the throne was about six foot three. He wore a
tattered black robe which hid his face and feet. His hands were a pale
white. "Welcome to my home. How do you do?"
    I put my fists up into a fighting position and began to move
toward's the man. "I'm here to fight you. And I will win!"
    The Arch-Demon shook his head as he got out of his throne. "I'm
sorry, but you won't and can't win. I haven't lost a soul since I came
here, and I won't now. But I will let you try. Do you want a fight?"
    I nodded my head and the Arch-Demon smiled. "Good, good! Now let's
see, what would be a proper fight." After a second of thinking an idea
popped into the mans head. And much like the thought, two long sword's
appeared in his hands. He tossed one to me and got into a fighting
stance.
    I had a quick look at the sword. It was a little over a meter long.
The blade was made of classic greyish iron, and looked as sharp as
humanly possible. The hilt and hand guard was made of gold and encrusted
in jewel's. Sapphires, rubies, emerald's and jet's. Whoever this
Arch-Demon was he liked to have a duel in class and style. But it would
end in blood and death, not beautiful and stylish.
    "I know everything you want and desire. I see your thought's and
everything about you. Which is one of the perks of the job. Now if you
win, you get one wish, and I will make it true to the best of my
ability. And if you lose, eternal pain and torture. Agreed?" I nodded.
"Good. Well, ready, set, fight!"
    I had barely a few second's to get ready. I was not adept in the
art's of sword fighting, but I had to try. I had to try no matter what
the odd's. Even if I have to die fighting him to both our deaths, at
least Alya will live. And that was what was most important.
    The sound of metal hitting metal echoed through the room. The battle
seemed rather even, neither side getting the advantage. Parry, parry,
block, clock, strike, parry, block. And it went on like this for a
while. We were like something out of fiction, but my life was like
fiction for a long time. But all good and bad things must come to an
end.
    I struck home. My blade pierced his black heart and he fell to the
floor. Both swords vanished as his crimson red blood spilled all over
the floor. He smiled as he looked up at me. "Now you get what you want.
But look." He then pulled of the hood of his robe to reveal a gaunt,
pale, face. It had short blond hair and light green eye's. No matter how
much the face had changed I knew who it was.
    "Captain Arkland! What the hell are you doing here. Your dead!"
    The captain smiled as he coughed up some more blood. "So are you if
you haven't noticed. And I am dead, killed by your actions. Remember?"
    I did remember. He was my commanding officer before I betrayed him.
Betrayed him for this. "I remember it was my fault that you died. But
why are you here?"
    "I'm here, to see you died. I did everything in my power to become
the Arch-Demon. And then I did everything I could to bring you to my
hell. So I could watch you suffer endlessly forever. And frankly, I've
enjoyed every bit of it. Can't you see the irony of the time you've
spent here? But you've won one way or another. Now your wish will come
true. You and Alya will be brought to the gate of life. Now begone!"
    And a flash of light threw me far away...........


                            Chapter 3: To the greatest fool.

    I walked up the stairs, heading toward's the light. I was being
followed by Alya. My heart and mind was filled with excitement and
anticipation, as was Alya's. I had told her everything, everything. And
she didn't care at all. Though I had not told her my story before, and
she never asked more then once. Though I avoided the subject at all
costs. And although I caused the death of six thousand, she didn't care.
Even if I still did.
    As I moved up the stairs, memories of my past returned, and I
wondered whether or not the world would be the same, or how long we had
been gone. Time flowed differently in hell, and it was impossible to
compare time.
    I hoped that if I died again, that I would not have to return to
hell. I hoped that I would atone for my sins and live a good life. For
hell was something I didn't want to relive.
    I approached the light, closer, closer, closer. And then I past
through it. The light engulfed me and I quickly appeared on the other
side. And I looked onto the earth.
    A dark wasteland, a dark, barren wasteland. No trees, no vegetation,
just rock and dry dirt. The moon was still in the sky, mountains were
still here, but nothing alive in the area except a wasteland.
    I looked back at Alya with a sad look, and she returned it. But then
I noticed something, a large black book on the ground. So I picked it
up, opened it up and began to read it out loud. "If you are reading this
Matthew, you have truly lost. You defeated me in a sword fight, but I
will have the last laugh. For you see, everyone is destroyed. It has
been ten thousand years since you last lived, and only a few plant's
still survive on the world. What happened you ask? Well you see, by the
year 2024 the demon's were losing terribly, on the verge of defeat. But
they had to much pride, and thought that if they couldn't get the world,
then no one could. So they released a chemical weapon onto the world. It
was called Pandora's Box, and it destroyed mankind and animal's and
plant's. Anything that survived died of starvation or committed suicide
to end the pain. And so the war ended, with the death of their armies,
and God and Satan The surviving angel's, Gabriel, Michael, Judgement,
and god's daughter Megami and the Seraphine council, left the worthless
world to tend to the souls, since heaven and hell were the only two
places left. And the left over Demon's, Lilith, Diablos, Death, the
devil's son Lucifer and the archaic council left to tend the souls of
the evil dead." I looked a little below the words, the end, to see
something else. "P.S. I won, you lost. Your wish has caused your own
hell. Watching you in fire and brimstone got boring. Now I can see you
in a desolated world alone and hopeless. I win."
    I sighed as I closed the book and threw it to the ground. "I didn't
lose entirely. I am not alone, I have Ayla, my love." I turned back her
to smile. And she tried to smile back, but this was all just to
depressing................
    "And so end's my story. I live now with Ayla, and thing's are pretty
bad, the loneliness gets to you. I hope someone some day read's this and
learn's to live a good life, or live what I have. The End".......
    The good captain sat in the ruby throne drinking from a gold goblet
full of blood. The goblet was large, and almost filled to the brim with
the crimson liquid. He took a sip and moved his thumb over some of the
jewel's on it.
    He smiled as he watched Matthew finish writing his story. He could
see Matthew's loneliness eating away at him, soon it would drive him to
insanity, and then the captain would have won. No matter how strong
Matthew thinks, he is not strong enough.
    Looking over to the left of him was a man wearing all black and
sitting in a similar throne. But the one he sat in was made of blue
Sapphire. This man held a cup that was exactly the same as the
captain's. "Shall we have a toast?"
    He nodded and smiled. They both raised their cups up high, but the
captain talked, not the man in black "To Matthew Maddocks's. The
greatest fool to ever have lived!" And then they drank down all the
blood in a second and continued watching the show.

                                     The End
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Hope you enjoyed the fic. I hope SOMEONE bothered reading it with all
the Anti-Original story talk. But if you have read this please send C&C,
I really want and need it. Good day! *_*



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