The blow was fatal. He could only watch helplessly as the ground rushed up to meet him and the Shinigami boy headed on, towards the Kishin so many had died to protect. Casting his eyes about, he tried to count how many of his comrades' corpses littered the area around him. 15… 30… There were too many.
He panted as he felt his lifeblood drain out of him. Was this the end? He guessed so. Along with the red staining the ground went his madness high. Ah, if only he had chosen a different path-no. He didn't regret his death in the service of his God. The only thing that bothered him was that they didn't stand a chance. The enemy was too strong.
All these deaths would be in vain.
He gritted his teeth and faintly smacked the ground in anger and frustration. In the end, his friends, family, allies, had all been killed for no reason. Damn that Shinigami! Why must he prosecute them so?
With a sigh, he let his body relax, and his hand drop. There was no hope of success. He knew that. All he could ask for was that the Kishin would take out plenty of the warriors on the side of Order, to make them feel the loss that the Madness had felt. If they were lucky, he would kill the Shinigami brat, too. That'd lower their morale... and it was the only thing he wanted.
Why? Why did they chase the Kishin all the way here, to the moon? His brow furrowed at the thought. What had they ever done to deserve such a beating? The ponderings fueled his hatred towards the enemy, specifically targeting Lord Death himself. His reign was one of tyranny, and all the followers of Order worshipped him like dogs. He didn't get it, and didn't want to. There was no fun in doing what you were told exactly the way you were told to. Madness was much more enjoyable, with its creative discord and explosive messes left for others to clean up. He chuckled. That's right, the Order dogs are left to pick up after the Madness all the time. That left him with some feeling of fulfillment. You may beat us, he grinned, but you'll have one hell of a time dealing with our aftermath.
Allowing one last accomplished sigh, he felt his life slip away from him and drift into death with the rest.