"Sparda…"
Her beautiful white dress was stained with the color of dark red. She was lying down sideways as blood gushed out of the palm of her left hand.
"Sparda..." She called weakly as her life force seeps into the ground of the Lair of Judgement.
Kneeling down beside her was a young, white haired man wearing a façade that masks an ancient benevolent demon. His sharp blue eyes staring at hers intently, yet gentle.
Sparda calmly moved his hand into hers and grasped it firmly. He could feel her pain and suffering. He could feel her grip slowly dwindle.
"Do not worry, child. It will all be okay."
The ground shook with tremendous force and soon, glowing lines of crimson red appeared from the circle which holds the blood fusion of the Dark Knight and the mortal priestess. The seven bells of Hell tolled and a sinister sound echoed from the peak of the Temen-ni-gru.
"Sparda, I'm scared… I can't see anything." The mortal priestess knew that she was already in front of Death's door. This was it. She remembered the day when Sparda came to her in a dream. He told of the destiny that she was meant to fulfill- to be one of the final ingredients of a powerful spell to suppress the tremendous force of the Unholy Tower.
Fear clawed her heart as she comes closer to join the afterlife. The massive blood loss caused her to quake and shiver. She was going to experience death in the most painful way. She couldn't breathe. She just wanted an end to her suffering. When all seemed dreadful, Sparda leaned closer to her lips.
"I'm here. Do not be frightened. I'm here right by your side. Do not be scared because I am with you."
His voice soothing and gentle, banished all her pain and fear. His firm demonic grip warmed her deathly cold skin. She could see him looking at her eyes with such compassion. He did not look away from her sight for a second, even when the glowing crimson-red ground below them were sinking deeper in to the Earth. Death seemed so peaceful and calm with him by her side.
She moved her pale hand to Sparda's left cheek, weakened and exhausted from the blood ritual. She gathered her remaining strength left inside and murmured "Thank you." She took her last breath and closed her eyes for the final time.
Sparda slipped his hands behind her back and under her legs, and carried her towards the surface.
As the pair neared the exit, Sparda looked at her and smiled. "No, Althea." Sparda replied softly.
"Thank you."