He felt the tears leave his eyes as he watched the red scarfs float down to the ground... They landing on two piles of dust and ash... Nothing was there to tell who they once were.
The cloaked man rushed forward, fear and an unknown agony in his chest.
He fell to his knees, his pale hands gripping the dusty material in a tight hold, his faded eyes clouded by tears.
The monster before him howled with laughter, their demonic eyes shining with glee. They loved the pain and sorrow that their age old enemy was feeling! It filled them with the most wonderful glee in the whole Multiverse!
"And here I thought you didn't have a soul!" It shouted, it's grip on the large scythe lose and fluid, ready for the final strike. Ready to finish off the job.
The man just sobbed, pulling the items of his fallen family closer to him. They were his everything... They were his world... His home... His soul... Now they were gone, and he was once again alone... Only this time, he truly was alone...
"You will be judge." He hissed, standing to his full height.
The smaller being smirked, crouching slightly, believing in the false hope in them. They knew they wouldn't win... The look in the other's eyes said so.
The man's eyes were dulled with sorrow and misery, but they were harsh with rage and pure hatred. He was done playing games, he wasn't going to let the brat win, not this time. And the monster knew it.
The dying world was filled with this tense heat of anger, sorrow, misery, agony, hatred and all evils one would associate with death. The aura coming from the sadden being as he waited for the other to make their move.
They hissed, bearing horrid teeth, that one with a sound mind would've winced at. Not this man, not Death. He glared at them, his grip on the scarfs never wavering as the ground around him darkened without concern, without something to balance it.
"You have made your choice... Now I have made mine." Death told, his voice darker, it being the voice of the Devil commanding the she-demon.
Before the demon could move, the Devil had already taken a step. A step that had won the old war, leaving him all alone in a void of darkness... The only things he had were the scarfs and the clothes on his back... But what was there to live for?
He lost everything, but he won't lose the game that demon decided to play. He's no longer playing soft.
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Undertale Love Stories
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