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Jan. 8th, 2020 05:50 pmHe had messed up.
This always was how it was meant to end though.
It should have been Mundus... it should have been Dante if anyone, not some fucking group of robotic clones. At least Stephanie and Nick escaped. He knew that Mello and Will were caught just as easily as he had been. He knew it was over. His boss had been to see him between the brutal beatings he had received, slicing down his cheek with a hot blade to remind him that he was nothing more than property to the Malakye family. That they had trusted him, taken him in as one of their own when everyone else saw him as mad.
They had given him power and he threw it away, for what? A chance to get his precious sword back? To save the sheep the Head pulls in?
What a waste.
His boss had given his blessing for his death, adding to make him suffer first. You don't ever betray the family and get off light.
He had felt half dead as he was pushed along, hands chained the same as Mello and the others. "It's going to be alright." he muttered out as if he or Mello would believe it. Thank Sparda that Nick didn't seem to be around? Had they already killed Will? All he could think of was Kat's hurt face, Dante's rage when he messed up. He could feel the tears rolling down his face and he felt like a failure to his father's name, and yet... maybe Dante would be proud of him finally. Standing up for the smaller man again. Not trying to be a god or anything else. Just trying to help save people this time.
He was shoved forward, losing his balance as he tripped, his bloody pink stained hair flipping before his eyes as the executioner grabbed him by the hair. Seems he would be first. That was fine. He could die easier than he had ever lived....
...right?
Slammed down on the scaffold in front of the crowd watching.
"NEVER STOP FIGHTING! NEVER GIVE IN!" He screamed out as his head was slammed down again. He barely had time to register what had just happened. His steel blue eyes widening as he felt Yamato ripped from within the brand on his back. For as long as he had been here, since the Malakye forced the seal on him, his father's weapon couldn't be drawn. A scream of no ripped through him. Not with his father's blade. Not like this. He couldn't move then, held in place as the blade he was so proud of was lifted for all to see, coming down hard and fast.
"...Dante..." Was the last word to escape his lips as his head disconnected from his body and bounced away, his body shoved aside as the sword was handed back, now for the next....
This always was how it was meant to end though.
It should have been Mundus... it should have been Dante if anyone, not some fucking group of robotic clones. At least Stephanie and Nick escaped. He knew that Mello and Will were caught just as easily as he had been. He knew it was over. His boss had been to see him between the brutal beatings he had received, slicing down his cheek with a hot blade to remind him that he was nothing more than property to the Malakye family. That they had trusted him, taken him in as one of their own when everyone else saw him as mad.
They had given him power and he threw it away, for what? A chance to get his precious sword back? To save the sheep the Head pulls in?
What a waste.
His boss had given his blessing for his death, adding to make him suffer first. You don't ever betray the family and get off light.
He had felt half dead as he was pushed along, hands chained the same as Mello and the others. "It's going to be alright." he muttered out as if he or Mello would believe it. Thank Sparda that Nick didn't seem to be around? Had they already killed Will? All he could think of was Kat's hurt face, Dante's rage when he messed up. He could feel the tears rolling down his face and he felt like a failure to his father's name, and yet... maybe Dante would be proud of him finally. Standing up for the smaller man again. Not trying to be a god or anything else. Just trying to help save people this time.
He was shoved forward, losing his balance as he tripped, his bloody pink stained hair flipping before his eyes as the executioner grabbed him by the hair. Seems he would be first. That was fine. He could die easier than he had ever lived....
...right?
Slammed down on the scaffold in front of the crowd watching.
"NEVER STOP FIGHTING! NEVER GIVE IN!" He screamed out as his head was slammed down again. He barely had time to register what had just happened. His steel blue eyes widening as he felt Yamato ripped from within the brand on his back. For as long as he had been here, since the Malakye forced the seal on him, his father's weapon couldn't be drawn. A scream of no ripped through him. Not with his father's blade. Not like this. He couldn't move then, held in place as the blade he was so proud of was lifted for all to see, coming down hard and fast.
"...Dante..." Was the last word to escape his lips as his head disconnected from his body and bounced away, his body shoved aside as the sword was handed back, now for the next....
