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The Final Song Part 2

Octave held his injured wing. The bullets had to have been lead. They tore threw his godly flesh and that's the only metal that could do that. He ran to hide, his injured wing limp at his side as he ran.

"He went this way!" A random guard calls as they approach him.

Llyr was so close to him. He had to find him he had to get closer to him. He tore through the leaves and shrubs of the forest, until he saw them. Humans surrounding his brother. He was crying silently, squeaking in fear. Llyr could understand his pleas, however. A symphony of begging and pleading rang out. Llyr began to run down to his brother, the bat getting closer and closer to turning and running. This would be a death wish.

Llyr had gotten to the brush closest to the scene when...

BANG!!

A second shot rang out. This was when Octave's body fell limply to the ground, the shot having gone clean through his head. Llyr stared at the lifeless body before him. He couldn't move. He had failed.

Nepthys finally joined him, after dealing with the earlier guards. She then saw Octave, along with the look in Llyr's eyes. This was when she decided to run. Llyr had let himself fall into his chaos. He didn't need his crystals. He didn't have a limit. He just had to kill.

The ground around Llyr shook violently, his eyes wide as he released his purest form of energy. Nepthys fell to the ground, the strength of his energy being too much. The mortals around them panicked and scattered. Llyr didn't like this however and began slaughtering the camp of guards. He tore them to shreds with a wave of his hand, his maniacal laughs and cackles ringing through the forest.

"Llyr! Calm down! You could destroy the mortal resistance camp! We need them! They're the only way to win the war!" Nepthys called, trying to stay near her friend.

"Fuck them. Fuck Okka. He's my puppet. A fucking toy for me to use and be human for five god damn minutes. I don't need that. I might as well kill them now!" He aimed and begun charging a large blast in the direction of the resistance camp.

Nepthys flew up and knocked his arm out of aim so that the blast just barely missed taking out the town.

"Calm down, Llyr! These are mortals!" She was floating at his height now, her body in between the town and the raging chaos god before her. "You can't attack them."

"Watch me." He dove for them, an attack charged and ready to destroy them.

Nepthys flew down and stopped him in his tracks, the blast disipating into the air. He flew back, staying a few feet away. He then grinned and looked behind Nepthys, seeing her little friend Stewart.

"Bang." He said, pointing a finger gun at the small mortal. He fired a small enough blast that it shot through the small mortal's torso.

Nepthys turned, seeing the crowd now building around Stewart. She spun to look at Llyr, who held a confident grin on his face. He was so far gone, he hadn't realized what he had done.

"You fucking idiot! He was a prophet!" Nepthys kept as much of a level head as she could. "he was meant to be the new god of law!"

This made Llyr freeze. He looked at the young mortal writhing in agony as others attempted to Dave him. He looked at his brother, still lying in the brush. He finally relaxed, having killed 43 mortals. All human. He landed and walked to his brother's body, lifting him up and holding him close. He approached Nepthys and they both went home.

Llyr realized, it really was Octave's last song. His last battle. His last... Everything...

Lukas ran to his life-long friend, moving through the crowd as he fell to his knees in front of Stewart.

"S-stewart?" He asked, tears welling in his eyes.

"L-lukas? What happened?" He was too far gone to be healed, though he seemed fine.

"We don't know, but it's gonna be okay." The words sounded to be more of a plea than a promise. "We're gonna fix you up." He held his friend's hand, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"N-no they're not... I'm going to be with my goddess now..." He reached his free hand towards the sky, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "Take care of yourself... You're meant to save everyone..." His eyes shut, his hand went limp, Stewart had gone.

Lukas called out, screaming in pain as he slammed his fists into the ground. He stood, running to his house.

Okka approached, placing his hand on the shaking man's shoulder. Okka was shocked to see a sobbing, hurt, angry mess that was once his new found love. Lukas clung to Okka, sobbing silently into his furry shoulder. This is where they stood until Lukas collapsed from the emotional distress. Okka carried his sleeping boyfriend to his hammock, laying him down and tucking him in. Just as he turned to go to his hammock, Lukas stopped him.

"Stay. Please." He begged emotionlessly.

"Okay." Okka replied, laying in the hammock with him.

Lukas held Okka, keeping him close the whole night. Neither of them spoke. They just held each other and slept, unable to handle anything else in the day.