Seppeku

[The Crimson Ghost!]

It was over. He inhaled deep and and looked at the woman smiling serenely at him, surrounded by a halo and weeping as she gently touched his cheek. Looking down at the curved dagger in his hand, he slowly inserted it into the side of his stomach, opening his flesh, going from left to right, intestine falling out and blood dumping unto the ground before him. He was in his birthface, before he left the world, before the other took over. The pain was almost unbearable, but it gave him joy. He would be with her again, and his crimes would be forgiven, and no more would he live as the liar. No more would he play the part of performer, of actor. The sound of gurgled crying below alerted him, and confusedly and with tears in his eyes, he looked down, feeling the swelling in his chest, ribs cracking at the shape that was increasing. He opened his mouth but could not scream. His heart stopped beating and ripped away, being devoured by the shape. It pushed from his chest, downward, deforming his pale and cooling shape, and with horror he watched the infant push from his incision and stare up at him with lifeless eyes. It's lip caught on his flesh and it giggled with innocence as it devoured his epidermis just like it did his major organs. His eyes were wide, uncomprehending, at the horror of this creature. It pushed from him, splatting on the dirt, already crawling away, eating it's own umbilical cord when it was kept from it's destination. He followed it's path with his eyes, widening in shock as it approached the massive pile of dead fetuses. Strange how he never noticed it before. With a cherub-like coo it sat across from him, looking at him with a twinkle as it pulled at a random infant corpse from the bottom of the pile, and when the the bodies up top didn't collapse on it, it went to work, eating the cold body, smiling at it's father/mother the whole time. He knew with dread that this one would die like all the others, and when he looked up at the saint and saw only jagged teeth and a Demonic Form, he knew it was hell he had arrived in. Lungs growing back, he inhaled deep and screamed.

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He awoke in a cold sweat, already forgetting the dream. Aragato had work to do. So, he prepared himself for his opponents, Deathman being first on his priority list. Aesc he had beaten and Brandon he didn't care about, didn't even care about the shiny gold belt around the man's waist. But Deathman...he had made it personal. Aragato had had to go to Japan last minute and get another prized bokken made. It was very time consuming, and he made sure that the huge oaf would feel what it was capable of soon enough. And so, after putting on his face, Aragato stepped out into the world, feeling at his very prime, and ready to inflict on others the fate he felt he deserved.