Broken Promise
As I drive the blade into the Archdemon's head, I feel it hit me. Urthemiel's tainted soul seeks out the closest compatible host. Me. I look over at Morrigan, drawing confidence from her stoic expression. This may be the last time I gaze upon my love's face. If I am to lose her either way, then I shall ensure that no one dies needlessly.
The Old God's magic coils around me, seeps through me, seeking an opening. I feel the power convalescing; the power my child will inherit. There is still so much to be done, so much to put right. Part of me does this because I fear death, I admit. But another part of me does this because I want to help make sure my country survives.
Should it be taking this long? Urthemiel's essence is growing heavier, weighing me down. Morrigan is looking at me with growing anxiety on my face. I feel dread grow in the pit of my stomach. No. NO! I can't let it end here! Not when there's still so much left to do!
The Archdemon's presence is intensifying with every passing moment. I collapse on the tiles below me. It's becoming painful now, the foreign magic of this tainted dragon. I see Morrigan crouched above me, horror on her face. I try to speak to her, to say something to comfort her, but I can't. It's too intense. What little magic I have tries to fight it off, but this is the soul of an Old God.
This isn't death. This isn't my spirit passing into the Fade. I can feel it, I know it. This is truly the greatest sacrifice that must be made. The destruction of my soul in return for the destruction of his. This is annihilation.
Even if I could find the strength to continue fighting, I doubt I could muster the will. Everything seems so pointless now. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters. As I lie there my eyes meet Morrigan's, mine resigned to inevitability and hers brimming with unshed tears. I can see her mouth moving, but I can't hear anything. It's silent. Everything's silent. I ponder the thought that she still carries my child. I hope she turns out to be a better mother than her own. The thought amuses me. My eyes feel heavy now. I relax, and feel the darkness take me.