Epilogue To Amaimon's Death

Dying was…dying was…agony and yet eventually he couldn’t feel it anymore. Mephisto’s body stopped twitching, his tail quit whipping about. Despite this the time King wasn’t completely still, on the outside he could not move, could not cry out, could not focus his eyes on Amaimon’s heart any longer, but he did move. He breathed. Quick, shallow, painful movements forcing air in and out of his lungs. The air was as stifling as floor, torturously hot, boiling, thick like lava. His breathing became faster and faster as it felt as if his lungs were burning. He coughed and although Mephisto had not moved for what felt like hours in his agony addled mind he jerked violently. His body beginning once more to convulse violently as his insides began to …show more content…
Mephisto’s teeth attempted to bare themselves, a pitiful growl rising up in his throat. Shouldn’t Amaimon be happy!? Shouldn’t he be glad!? He hated Mephisto, the earth King had said so himself. Wouldn’t his death just take him out of his younger brother’s way? Amaimon would be one sibling shorter and one rank higher. If anything his life would be better. “LET GO! LET GO!” He screamed, begging Amaimon to leave, begging his take himself and his face that was his mate’s but no longer his husband’s away so he could die. So he could forget. Move on. Not hurt anymore. His fists managed to raise themselves, punching Amaimon repeatedly in the stomach. It would not hurt him however. The time King was weak, his bones brittle, muscles exposed. His movements even weaker than a small upset child having a fit. ‘I don’t want you! I want him! I want my earth!’ Tears filled his eyes as his anger dissipated, consumed by anguish which turned to sorrow, his will to push Amaimon away failing 'I want my mate…I want my husband…my flower. I want him, I need him. I want to die….I want to say …show more content…
'NO,NO, NO, NO!’ “…Otouto please…please!” ’SAVE ME!’ Fear filled him, worse than anything he had ever felt. Even worse than when he realized Amaimon had lost his memories. He was dying in Amaimon’s arms, killing himself and his mate was watching. Watching him suffer, scream, break, and burn in agony. He’d yelled for him to go away, he pushed himself away. 'Please! Please! I don’t want to die! Not with you here, I don’t want this! Save me please!’ His hand griped Amaimon’s shirt tightly, a few of his fingers breaking and he sobbed. How could he, how could he give up so quickly? And now the love of his life was forced to watch “please! Please!” He met Amaimon’s eyes and pleaded silently with the bright blue “t-the circle…break the c-circle!” His vision began to fade and his eyes dulled, his grip loosening considerably ’please…I want to