Disclaimer: I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it.
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I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I love Deathwing as A Character, so go read Day of the Dragon. This is when he flees.
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His wings shoot down, beating the air like some amplified thunder. As he fled from the other aspects, all four of them, he felt the bitterness well up in his heart.
They would never understand.
They didn't suffer like he had, not even 'poor' Malygos. They never heard the whispering in their ears. The vivid painting of horrific scenes. The mental torture that had driven him mad.
Oh yes, he was quite insane, he knew that. In these brief uncommon periods of reflection, where he lamented that for the most part, his mind was not his own. The old gods laughed at him, their cruel joke.
He still continued his life because he feared death, his insane mind loved it, but his small sanity hated it.
The end of days, the final solution. Deathwing was not barabaric, nor unintelligent.
As he opened his haunted eyes, staring into the clouds, he wondered if that was not better? Would his death not solve everything? He could rest in the last reaches of the spirit, spending the rest of his eternity with his black brothers. Only to be called when the final judgement occured.
A dragon aspect could not die, but their bodies could. If he was to die, his soul would flee, undamaged. And he could use his power to create another body.
But he didn't want that. He only wished to end the terror and madness.
So his wings beat, and Deathwing wheeled. Flying back into the faces of his pursuers
They launched their magics, hoping to incapacite him. Expecting him to block, or try to, they didn't know he would not.
As the balls of magic were nearly at him, he raised his head. And from deep inside, Neltharion spoke.
"I didn't want this."
Then he was struck, and his world shattered.
Alextrasza watched in horror as Deathwing plummeted to his death, and when she looked around, her sibling aspects had the same looks of horror.
They didn't expect his lack of defence.
And they knew, in those last final moments, Deathwing had persished. And Neltharion was freed.
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If you decide to read this note, I'm just saying this is an older work of mine that I've decided to send here.
As a note, if people seem to wish me to continue this into some sort of continuation/flashback sort of thing. Tell me, and I will see what I can do for you.