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The Devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.

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Over the years the legend has grown murky with time.

Who was he, what was he, where did he come from this strange being from a foreign land?

The only one who might have been able to offer some insight, The Boy Who Lived always refused to comment on it.

As for the man himself?

He had simply vanished. Disappeared. The man who ate the Dark Lord, gone.

Those who saw him that day recall vividly how he tore him apart, feasted upon his flesh even as he screamed, the body he had crafted for himself once the gift of freedom to touch and taste the material, now a prison, shackled to pain, capable of withstanding the trauma of being split open like so much ripe fruit.

His limbs twisted and broken with a sick child like fascination before plucked one by one to be swallowed whole in the sick mimicry of those sword eaters who let their blades go just a little too far.

The head, still screaming, was the last to go, ground beneath his foot until it burst, eyes downed in one gulp after being lolled about upon his tongue in some obscene jest.

The image of his eye seared into their memory, burning into them.

For those who had known him the memories never left.

For the public at large Kaneki Ken remained a mystery as he always had. By for those who had seen him, perhaps even known him in passing, even if fleetingly, his status as one had never been contested.

No one knows but of course everyone whispers, it just makes it all the more enticing.

Here at Hogwarts he's whispered about, and some say he still lurks these very halls.

Others say he's gone, but who's to say he ever really left?

Legend has it, sometimes on a foggy night much like this one you might catch a glimpse of a figure with white hair and a glowing red eyes.

You know I hear a new cafe opened up recently, a foreign chain, what was it called again... Oh that's right...

Anteiku.

Haha you're shaking. Did I scare you?

Even after I tried to change the subject too...

Seriously though, we should go there some time, maybe on our next date? I hear the coffee there is to die for.

But you know... there have been sightings though, London, Hogsmeade, of a strange figure and the red light of red fireflies that no one can ever quite catch.

Oh, and those disappearances? They never stopped.

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An: So this is it, the end. It's been a great ride, you are all the best guests a ghoul could ask for, and yes that last bit was intentionally meant to mirror Kaneki and Rize's first date.