At this point of his miserable life it has been well over a hundred years and he was still alive. His body didn't age neither did his mind. He still remembered the day when he watched Viktor Frankenstein's death. That man wouldn't believe he succeeded. To create life that for now seemed like an eternal. He hated his creator, but learned to live with it in his solitary.
He traveled the world where after the hundred years he decided to stay in the mountains surrounded by deep forests in the north of Japan. Where not many people wandered around. He builded his tiny shrine by example of the other he had seen during his travels around the new country. Learned the language so even if he couldn't write properly. He could read, life for him at least for the little time. Everything changed on one dark night where voices disrupted the quiet of the forest around. When he left the shrine and look under the stairs he saw wounded bleeding white fox with nine tails....
I couldn't resist, guys this is a little preview of the one shot for the monster of Frankenstein. I hope you are ready for the treat. It will be ready for you on a Christmas day ╰(▔∀▔)╯
