A/N: Ah... yep. More blood and gore. I think I've been on an angst/death kick lately. Not sure why. .:sweatdrop:. A friend of mine thinks I'm overdoing it. Maybe I am, but I feel better after writing it (and consequently weeping my eyes out afterwards). Oh well. Morbid, six encounters with respective God-Generals, and six character deaths (I'm going to post them individually, in the order I wrote them) but hopefully something to make you think. Or cry. Or both.
Don't own TotA. I need something interesting for a disclaimer, I do. Whee.
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Blood, pain, and death. Weren't those the three main points of his arts? As a soldier, he saw and caused enough of all three each and every day of his life, whether it was a monster or a bandit foolhardy enough to try to steal from the Necromancer.
It seemed fitting, almost, that this was the way his own story was ending. Turnabout is fair play, is it not? he asked himself dryly, the half-smile on his face turning to a grimace of pain. The gaping hole through his middle was filled only by Dist's sword – who would have guessed that the man could wield a blade like that? – and he was reminded of that fact with even the simple shifting of his body.
Even after his victory, Dist seemed… unhappy. Hadn't he finally gotten what he wanted? The famed Necromancer, brilliant strategist and master fonist, was at his mercy. Jade could barely move his limbs; the numbness probably had something to do with lying in a mound of Keterburg's snow, but blood loss was the major factor.
The red pooling around his fallen body stained the pristine white of the snow, leaving behind a gruesome reminder of the killing that was being done here. The other members of Jade's companions were scattered through Keterburg, and the battle had taken place in Keterburg's main square, but even if Tear appeared now, there was no hymn powerful enough to recall him from his imminent death.
Fair play indeed, flickered through his mind as Dist placed a hand on the hilt of the blade and drew it out, redoubling the flow of blood from Jade's fatal wound.
"Forgive me, old friend." The Necromancer caught the Reaper's whisper through a widening haze of black; he heard the slide of the blade once more and felt a distant spray of warmth, sensed something collapse next to him.
With his final strength, Jade smiled faintly, the emotion remaining on his face as he breathed his last. As he had lived, so had he died – concealing himself from the world with a smile.
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A/N: It probably helps that I've been listening to fairly dark/melodramatic music (mostly from the Jekyll and Hyde musical. I only like three songs off it, though). I'ma go turn that off now. R&R please! Guy's up next. .:huggles him:.
And, yes, Dist did kill himself after he killed Jade. I don't think that was very clear. .:sweatdrop:. I just don't think he could kill Jade in cold blood.
