« I've to go. » Friedrich said.
« I know, I've to go too. I've to go back to Rome, I've very important matters to solve. What will you do instead? » Alessandro asked, intrigued.
« I don't know, but I definitely have to retrieve my guitar that I left in the car and then I think I'll get back on the road. This war I will never forget and I will never forget Glasya-Labolas but I cannot live in the past… I still have a lot of things to discover and there are so many places to explore. The world is my home. So I think this is a- »
« I know, I've to go too. I've to go back to Rome, I've very important matters to solve. What will you do instead? » Alessandro asked, intrigued.
« I don't know, but I definitely have to retrieve my guitar that I left in the car and then I think I'll get back on the road. This war I will never forget and I will never forget Glasya-Labolas but I cannot live in the past… I still have a lot of things to discover and there are so many places to explore. The world is my home. So I think this is a- »
« No it's not. » Alessandro interrupted, extending his hand. « This is not a goodbye. We will meet again, Friedrich Wolff, my friend. »
« Yes, that's fine. We'll meet again, Alessandro. » Friedrich shook his friend's hand.
The two boys separated, regretting having to say goodbye and Friedrich, addressing Alessandro for the last time, said to him:
« You can consider me part of your family if you want, so you won't be alone anymore. »
Alessandro was stunned by that statement, but he didn't answer, he nodded, crying and left with a smile on his face.
Friedrich opened the trunk of the car and took out his guitar then set off. The blue skeletons, the souls of the dead, disappeared one by one, leaving behind them lifeless faces that looked at the sky with empty eyes; the flames stopped devouring the corpses of vehicles, scattered in streets wet with blood and gasoline that mixed with the water of cracked hydrants, whose jets wet the feet of disfigured buildings; the war was over but the cries of those who were suffering could still be heard throughout the city; the soldiers were still hunting Sheol, unaware of her death.
Friedrich climbed a building to the roof from which he could see a city on its knees that had managed to survive an apocalypse unleashed by sadistic minds, devoid of compassion, craving only a selfish desire; this was the summary of the Holy Grail War: a useless slaughter in the name of selfishness.
« Yes, that's fine. We'll meet again, Alessandro. » Friedrich shook his friend's hand.
The two boys separated, regretting having to say goodbye and Friedrich, addressing Alessandro for the last time, said to him:
« You can consider me part of your family if you want, so you won't be alone anymore. »
Alessandro was stunned by that statement, but he didn't answer, he nodded, crying and left with a smile on his face.
Friedrich opened the trunk of the car and took out his guitar then set off. The blue skeletons, the souls of the dead, disappeared one by one, leaving behind them lifeless faces that looked at the sky with empty eyes; the flames stopped devouring the corpses of vehicles, scattered in streets wet with blood and gasoline that mixed with the water of cracked hydrants, whose jets wet the feet of disfigured buildings; the war was over but the cries of those who were suffering could still be heard throughout the city; the soldiers were still hunting Sheol, unaware of her death.
Friedrich climbed a building to the roof from which he could see a city on its knees that had managed to survive an apocalypse unleashed by sadistic minds, devoid of compassion, craving only a selfish desire; this was the summary of the Holy Grail War: a useless slaughter in the name of selfishness.
Friedrich sat down, tuned his guitar, and started playing a song he knew:
« ♪ Look what you have done, ruined every single one. See what fools they are, jealous of a simple star. Feel the four winds blow, let the sword hang low ... life's to take, says the talking snake, everybody should be happy ... to tell the sucking truth, everybody's dreams get used. Twist me till I drip, liquid of emotions ripped. Every hungry soul, hides a hungry fool ... life's to take, says the talking snake, everybody should be happy ... ♪ »* He stopped the guitar strings and whispered: « Everyone should be happy. Is that too much to ask? Is that really too much to ask, God? Is a simple thing like happiness really too much, God? »
Friedrich left.
With the end of the War of the Holy Grail, the magi organizations compiled a list of the victims caused by the conflict, but this was then filed by the AMPM and with the consent of the Coven and other organizations to avoid scandals and condemnations worldwide; however what had happened in London was simply justified with terrorism and the magi organizations found their scapegoat in several criminals "gathered" in the Middle East and unjustly accused of having plotted terrorist attacks, this with the permission of the Grand Temple of Kayseri. All those who had seen Sheol or the Servants were silenced.
The reconstruction of London began within a month but none of the magi organizations in Europe cared about the restoration of the Mage's Association , which shocked not a few surviving magi of the attack.
The data on the Holy Grail War Yggdrasil were all filed and hidden by the various competent organizations while Yukiko Kumahira was kept alive, imprisoned and handed over to the Coven by decision of the various organizations.
What happened to the Masters who managed to survive the war instead?
Hisae Sunahara returned home and delivered the news of her failure, her father didn't accept the failure of his daughter and decided to take it out on little Hiro to which Hisae responded with extreme violence and anger. The girl saved her little brother and killed her father with her Magecraft, this shocked the mother who had the same fate. Finally, Hisae burned down the Sunahara house and left Japan with her little brother; her hands were dirty with her parents' blood but her soul was at peace because she knew that Hiro was finally safe.
Alessandro Serpi returned to Rome but didn't return to the Coven, on the contrary, he decided to go to his mother who, however, was not at home, almost certainly she had gone out with a lover or something like that. He hoped to be able to talk to her one last time, but by now he was resigned, he had no intention of letting himself be consumed by anger or sadness, he simply wanted to go on and so he left in the mailbox the letter she had sent him along with the photograph of the their family, that was his "goodbye" to a past that had haunted him for too long. Before leaving Rome forever, Alessandro went to the place where people made donations to the tomb of Caesar and there he saw a stone engraved with the name "CAESAR", just as he had been told by Saber, it was the stone that she was blessed by all those who mourned the death of the dictator; he took it with him; the boy, therefore, decided to leave Rome to devote himself to a nomadic life like his friend Friedrich.
Friedrich Wolff, once he left London, decided to get back on the road, taking with him only the guitar, the memory of his friend Alessandro and the demon girl who had sacrificed herself to defend him: Glasya-Labolas.
« ♪ Look what you have done, ruined every single one. See what fools they are, jealous of a simple star. Feel the four winds blow, let the sword hang low ... life's to take, says the talking snake, everybody should be happy ... to tell the sucking truth, everybody's dreams get used. Twist me till I drip, liquid of emotions ripped. Every hungry soul, hides a hungry fool ... life's to take, says the talking snake, everybody should be happy ... ♪ »* He stopped the guitar strings and whispered: « Everyone should be happy. Is that too much to ask? Is that really too much to ask, God? Is a simple thing like happiness really too much, God? »
Friedrich left.
With the end of the War of the Holy Grail, the magi organizations compiled a list of the victims caused by the conflict, but this was then filed by the AMPM and with the consent of the Coven and other organizations to avoid scandals and condemnations worldwide; however what had happened in London was simply justified with terrorism and the magi organizations found their scapegoat in several criminals "gathered" in the Middle East and unjustly accused of having plotted terrorist attacks, this with the permission of the Grand Temple of Kayseri. All those who had seen Sheol or the Servants were silenced.
The reconstruction of London began within a month but none of the magi organizations in Europe cared about the restoration of the Mage's Association , which shocked not a few surviving magi of the attack.
The data on the Holy Grail War Yggdrasil were all filed and hidden by the various competent organizations while Yukiko Kumahira was kept alive, imprisoned and handed over to the Coven by decision of the various organizations.
What happened to the Masters who managed to survive the war instead?
Hisae Sunahara returned home and delivered the news of her failure, her father didn't accept the failure of his daughter and decided to take it out on little Hiro to which Hisae responded with extreme violence and anger. The girl saved her little brother and killed her father with her Magecraft, this shocked the mother who had the same fate. Finally, Hisae burned down the Sunahara house and left Japan with her little brother; her hands were dirty with her parents' blood but her soul was at peace because she knew that Hiro was finally safe.
Alessandro Serpi returned to Rome but didn't return to the Coven, on the contrary, he decided to go to his mother who, however, was not at home, almost certainly she had gone out with a lover or something like that. He hoped to be able to talk to her one last time, but by now he was resigned, he had no intention of letting himself be consumed by anger or sadness, he simply wanted to go on and so he left in the mailbox the letter she had sent him along with the photograph of the their family, that was his "goodbye" to a past that had haunted him for too long. Before leaving Rome forever, Alessandro went to the place where people made donations to the tomb of Caesar and there he saw a stone engraved with the name "CAESAR", just as he had been told by Saber, it was the stone that she was blessed by all those who mourned the death of the dictator; he took it with him; the boy, therefore, decided to leave Rome to devote himself to a nomadic life like his friend Friedrich.
Friedrich Wolff, once he left London, decided to get back on the road, taking with him only the guitar, the memory of his friend Alessandro and the demon girl who had sacrificed herself to defend him: Glasya-Labolas.
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| Everyone should be happy by Bikowolf |
* Talking Snake by Iggy Pop
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