[After The End Story]
He had always planned to restart the plan again. The plan that Juudai had stopped...
But yet, even the desire of Darkness to end itself was not enough to keep it gone forever. The future, even delayed, always has the inevitable chance of happening. Fujiwara Yusuke knew this. Darkness had told him.
The Eclipse? The Pushpaka? The War?
It would all end the same, as far as he was concerned. Not even the Earthbound Gods or Divine could delay it.
Mankind would despair and accept unexistence. This war only died the cards blacker. His threats of a revival were true.
But it was slow. He couldn't gobble everyone up so suddenly. Not like last time. Last time had taken him 5 years with full resources.
... No, the pressure here... was too wild. The despair turned to hope too easily, and the hope to despair. It was useless.
But the burning rubble made him smile.
He had been right. The endless wars. The terrorism. The weather. The misery of mankind, they had proven they feared their futures.
It was just a matter of time.
And Time, to Darkness, even with Fujiwara Yusuke's human fraility, was something it could wait for. These children might fight their silly war, but when the guns stop firing and the duels end, it would swoop in like a vulure.
All Darkness ever had to do was wait. The cards would dye black, the despair woul flourish, and it would start again.
And this time, no Supreme King would stop him. Mankind was without hope when the crown of the Tzadikkim had fallen in Uru's grasp.
Fujiwara, a boy who believed in the hallelujahs of nothing, smiled as the world counted down to Doomsday.
But yet, even the desire of Darkness to end itself was not enough to keep it gone forever. The future, even delayed, always has the inevitable chance of happening. Fujiwara Yusuke knew this. Darkness had told him.
The Eclipse? The Pushpaka? The War?
It would all end the same, as far as he was concerned. Not even the Earthbound Gods or Divine could delay it.
Mankind would despair and accept unexistence. This war only died the cards blacker. His threats of a revival were true.
But it was slow. He couldn't gobble everyone up so suddenly. Not like last time. Last time had taken him 5 years with full resources.
... No, the pressure here... was too wild. The despair turned to hope too easily, and the hope to despair. It was useless.
But the burning rubble made him smile.
He had been right. The endless wars. The terrorism. The weather. The misery of mankind, they had proven they feared their futures.
It was just a matter of time.
And Time, to Darkness, even with Fujiwara Yusuke's human fraility, was something it could wait for. These children might fight their silly war, but when the guns stop firing and the duels end, it would swoop in like a vulure.
All Darkness ever had to do was wait. The cards would dye black, the despair woul flourish, and it would start again.
And this time, no Supreme King would stop him. Mankind was without hope when the crown of the Tzadikkim had fallen in Uru's grasp.
Fujiwara, a boy who believed in the hallelujahs of nothing, smiled as the world counted down to Doomsday.