THIS WILL BE USED FOR THE END CHAPTER FOR THE DAY THAT NEVER COMES!!

Black… heat…unbearable…

Deaths cold laughs rolled into my head, as the fire burned intensely. There was nothing I could do.

I was dying… for real this time…

Singed from the rest of the world, the lava crept onto me, defeating Uroboros with its unbeatable heat.

It was hard to believe that my life was finally snuffed out. I always knew I would die one day.

I never knew I would die at the hands of my own mistakes.

I was sinking, sinking further than I had ever planned to go. Sure, dying once was a simple moderation for the bigger plan.

But now, as my helpless body sinks underneath blankets of scorching lava… it hits me like a raging bull.

I was meant to die this way. To die at the hands of what I had become, what I had done.

No one would remember me, and if they did all the things that would come to mind would be "stone cold killer."

I hated that perception… but it was true.

So true it hurt.

Never in my life had I considered myself human.

But as the lava slowly ate away at my flesh, I realized I was as much human as my hated.

Chris Redfield.

He was the blockade that had stopped me once again…

And this time…it was for good.

Never in my life had I felt so human. Death slowly crawling towards me, extending her clawed hand, whispering to me…

"Die a thousand deaths…"

"Die a thousand deaths…"

"Die… a… thousand… deaths."

Her somewhat numbing words drew closer and closer until they were in my ears.

Darkness engulfed me anew.

He threatened me with his bared fangs and heavy, cold eyes.

Death clawed at my soul again. Pulling me down to where I truly belong.

Hell.

My life was falling, falling faster than I could hold on to. It was just a blur. The literal blur of death itself, I wanted to grab a hold of something, anything as long it would keep me from smashing to the bottom.

To find out, that wasn't possible. It was black from there on out. Just… black. No other colors, no lights… nothing else.

Hell.

That was the only word I feared throughout my entire immortal life. But now, as the growls of death became closer, I was starting to question my so called immortality.

Hell was the only place, the only thing on this wretched planet I feared. Ever since I stepped foot on this earth that was the only thing I hated.

As my last breaths escaped my lungs... I could hear them… laughs.

Laughs.

Growls.

Howls.

Screams.

The laughs of my former colleagues; laughing in my face for what foolish attempts I had taken.

The growls of death as she threatened to drag me down further into my final slumber.

The howls of darkens as he mutilated my last strands of my soul.

And finally… the screams of the hundreds, maybe thousands I have unmercifully slaughtered; the painful cries of agony as I ripped apart their human soul with a flick of my wrist.

It was over… curtains for me.

As the final breath left me… I was at peace.

Finally.

And I will always be willing to wait… willing to wait for a very long time. Waiting for the day I would walk this earth again…

She came…cold darkness.

Death.

A/N: Ok, don't get me wrong, I love Albert with a burning passion! I know this was a little harsh, but trust me! He WILL be back. I am actually going to use this as my ending chapter for my story, The Day That Never Comes.