The Bloody Crown ||Sanders Sides

Epilogue

So we've come to the last chapter, and a lot faster than I thought.

It turns out when I'm really motivated I can write a bunch in a span of a few days.

TW: crying, swearing, talk of death, talk of suicide, ghosts, talk of blood,

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Virgil sighed, stepping out of his body. It felt weird, the weightlessness, but he didn't mind it. His head was the clearest it had ever been, and for that he was thankful.

He watched quietly as Remus, Logan, and Patton cried and talked and sat there in shock, wondering how the hell any of them had gotten to this position in their lives. Virgil wondered that, too.

Maybe if he would've ran away like he had wanted none of this would've happened. But then again, fate has an odd way of turning out. You try to escape it and it just comes around anyway.

Virgil had tried so many times to escape his fate. He could feel himself slipping further and further every day, but he had tried. His last ditch effort was warning Roman.

Virgil started to wander. He didn't know where he was going to go, he just went. His thoughts drifted to his sisters and that fateful say when his life first turned upside down.

Suddenly, Virgil was there. He had been transported to his sisters' graves, as dreary as he remembered.

"I'm so sorry," Virgil whispered, his voice coming out as nothing more than a breeze to anything living. "I wish I could take it all back."

"You don't have to be sorry, brother." Virgil turned quickly to see two other giant apparitions, clearly faded with time, but there none the less. His sisters.

"The fates played a cruel game with us all," Fiona said quietly.

"If it hadn't been you, it would've been her," Fiora said softly. "You at least gave us a quick death. It was better than we could've hoped for."

"That doesn't make it any better," Virgil whispered. "I still killed you. I still have the blood from everyone I killed on my hands, whether it's visible or not."

"Look at your hands, Virgil," Fiona said. Virgil glanced at them, but there was no blood there. "The blood that you say is on your hands isn't there any longer. Here we can deal with what happened to us, without the burden of life to weigh us down."

"We're free to spend our time here, and then move on once we're ready," Fiora said. "We were happier here than we ever were with her, and for that we are glad we died."

"You're glad I killed you?" Virgil asked, staring at them in shock.

"You gave us our escape, Virgil." Fiona and Fiora stepped forward, giving him a hug. Virgil hadn't even realized he had started crying, but tears were silently slipping down his face.

"Please don't forget we love you." They stepped back, grabbing hands as they started to fade out of Virgil's vision. "It's time for us to move on."

"I'll miss you," Virgil whispered, looking at the spot where his sisters had stood.

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On and on he went, all over the country, meeting every single person he'd ever killed.

He met people who he had never thought he'd ever see again, people who's blood had once covered his hands. Sometimes the guilt threatened to overcome him, but with others there was an icy feeling of relief.

Virgil was surprised at how his victims reacted to seeing him again. Most were shocked, but others had watched him, and knew how he had finally come to an end.