The Feud
He weeps into her still, cold hand, clenched in his own with his forehead pressed against her skin. The tears don't stop, simply running down his face. "I'm sorry," he gasps through the despair that tries to drown him, heartless and cruel. It blurs his vision with a cloying facade of the world. "I'm so, so sorry, Marie!"
He doesn't receive an answer. How can he possibly expect one?
"I'm so sorry Lords of Shadow was such a disappointment! Marie!"
"Gabriel!" hisses Marie as she wrenches her hand, chilled from the weather, out of his. "Is that all you can say?"
"I'm so sorry, Marie! Pan is, too! Even Satan is sorry!"
"It's true," says Satan as he pours himself free from the shadows. "I must apologize, Marie, especially for being one of the easiest boss fights ever." He stares vacantly away from them for a moment and murmurs, "But not as easy as Orphan."
"Do you believe me, Marie? Please, I truly am sorry! Don't let me sleep out on the couch again!"
A/N: This is a satire. I did like Lords of Shadow. And Final Fantasy XIII.