Part 1 of 5 As Hawktree stands above what remains of his wife he says to no one in particular"This is the legacy you will leave behind, a place of equality ripe for exploitation. Your intentions seem to be of Honor and valor but your actions have caused such destruction. Your sheer force of will and power kept many in line. Now that you are gone I should shed it to you for you but I am too broken inside to do so. with this child you have unbornly given, I shall continue your work.
Part 2 of 5 Mary looking into your glazed-over eyes. For once she actually looks you in the eyes."I'm coming for you Asmodeus, I'm coming for you." She strokes your hair, your singed hair. How soft it once was in her hand. Her tears fall on your shriveled body"I'm coming for you" She repeats over and over again
Part 3 of 5 Days later after the battle your mother gathers up your corpse and places it next to your father on a pyre ready for the flames and light to be shown on this dark night. It's been difficult getting all the wood, so much has happened since then and yet nothing has changed."To my loves who I finally have been openly able to show affection, I give to the world and someday we'll join you. I pray to meet you in the next life or the life after shall to become one family once more. This is my prayer in hope for salvation and rebirth"
Part 4 of 5 You're evaporating body placed in a jar, with a soft humming vibration of pain and agony as your last moments in this eternity can be heard. Not with words but just with a soft tone that enters the soul of others around."Honored to be us, honored to be them. Honored to serve, honored to be given a chance to be one. For we have died, for we will not live. Yet us live inside each of us"
Part 5 of 5 On the battlefield torn to shreds, a missing arm, and your tail. All that remains is your torso & head. Unfortunately, none have come for you, none have been able to reclaim you. You belong to no one, you are seen by no one. That is the life of an assassin. Even in death, you are completely unrecognizable, save your eyes that softly glow in the dimming light as the sun goes down.* "There once was a man who was on a hill, who oversaw town. There once was a man who sat on a hill who, saw the sky turn black. From that Hill the wars of drum sang. From that Hill my enemies died from the fang"
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