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Crepusculum watched as the blood spilled from the gaping wound on his stomach, acid mixing with the precious liquid. His... student, no, lover was frantically making fruitless attempts to stem the bleeding. To give him enough time for Felixis to reach them. But in the back of his mind, the Assassin knew that today was his last. He was quick to doubt that the Cleric could heal something of this magnitude.

Not even the Immortality of the Daeva would save him.

"Please, Crep! W- we were supposed to go on v- vacation after this, you promised!" her voice was pleading him, begging him.

His eyes landed on his purplette lover, her own eyes holding the same frantic show of emotion. He was starting to feel sluggish as death neared, darkness crawling at the edge of his vision and beckoning him ever closer. "I... never promised," the Asmodian cracked a weak smile. He hoped that it came across as comforting but, with the sheer amount of blood cascading down his chin, it probably didn't. Nyunta shared none of his amusement.

Abyss, if he wasn't in such a bad shape, she'd probably slap him for that one. Not that he was afraid of such a thing, not when he was staring death itself in the face. His former student just didn't want to risk aggravating his injuries. Nyunta turned her lovely crimson orbs upon him, silently begging him to hold on as long as he could. And he was pained to admit that he couldn't.

"You... you know that I love you, right?" her voice cracked, tears in her eyes.

Crepusculum nodded. They had spent many a night whispering such things to each other. They had given each other such meaningful looks, whole-heartedly believing that they had the rest of eternity in front of them. At one point they did. Then the Balaur came through the portals and ruined that for them. Ah, he was reminded just how he received this mortal would in the first place.

They had been fighting for the last several hours, slowly wearing down the enemy numbers. Many, many of the Guardians had been killed in that time. All of which were the ones that they had recruited over the months since the founding of the Legion. The founding members remained fighting, their stubborn personalities and hopes for the future keeping them alive in the face of such overwhelming odds. He had finished killing the Balaur in the same vicinity as him, and was moving to assist Nyunta.

She was being mobbed by at least ten or eleven of the Dragonic-based creatures. He had managed to kill all but the last one that was moving in for the killing blow on her. Time had slowed for all but a second as he rushed to her side and took the blow meant for her, sealing his fate. And here they were, not even ten minutes afterward. Him, bleeding out on the floor as she tried to keep him alive and breathing.

"... I guess... heroes... really die, huh?"

Nyunta felt her shoulders begin to slouch as the cruel reality cemented itself in her mind. There was no way he was going to survive this. As much as she dared to hope, dared to pray for, her boyfriend was dying. 'Even Felixis can't save him now.' The only thing she could do was make his last moments somewhat memorable. For both of them to look back on, in death and in life.

His world turned black just as her lips touched his.