405. There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hands on kings.

[a_scarlet_devil]

(TRIGGER WARNING. This meme deals heavy with death and also possibly with strong violence or with suicide/depression. If you are not comfortable reading about that, please PLEASE do not proceed further.)

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DEATH IN BATTLE IT IS and we don't NEED no steenkin' random.org

[werewolf_hacker]

[The sigil on his chest burns, but so do the multiple sword wounds through his lungs. He coughs, painfully, tries to push himself up onto his elbows, and fails, falling back. Apparently the sigil isn't proof against a Prince of Hell. He'd put himself between this particular Prince and Razas, and paid the price -- but not before sending that Prince back to Hell, beheaded.

Everything's going dark.] I. Raz?

[werewolf_hacker]

[And Ben's got a smile, even as more blood bubbles up past his lips and he... really can't breathe at all right now. He squeezes Raz's hand one last time--

And his body goes limp.]

[notsogrimoire]

[Razas drops his voice to a choked whisper. Damn his tears, anyway.] He shall receive the blessing from the Lord, and righteousness from the God of his salvation.

[werewolf_hacker]

[And Ben is just suddenly there, squatting in front of his body and Raz, no scars or wounds or cane or issues. Happy and whole.] Aw, Raz. [He reaches out and strokes Raz's wing.] It's okay, brother.

[notsogrimoire]

[Razas clears his throat and scrubs at his eyes again. Foolishness, anyway.] Of course it is. Silly of me.

[werewolf_hacker]

And God will wipe every tear from their eye. [He glances up, then looks back at Raz.] Wanna come with? Just for a visit?

[notsogrimoire]

[Raz gets a grip on himself and gets to his feet.]

. . . yes. I think I'd like that.

[werewolf_hacker]

Shiny. [Ben takes his hand and leaps skyward.

Singing. In a voice that doesn't sound like a wounded moose with a head cold.]