Quintessence poured over every inch of his body.
Sparkling purity seeped from the deep gash in his side.
Pain rose and fell in eternal waves.
His pale purple skin felt cold. Thick locks of white floated free. Muscled arms hung limp.
Where should have been peace, agony abode.
This had been his dream. He kept repeating that hollow argument.
It was empty because he had hurt her.
His selfishness had taken everything from her.
His ambition had devastated heaven.
Here alone, he had become that very thing he hated.
Pieces of him scattered over the fields of bliss.
A final breath slipped into oblivion.
He was broken, floating in one thousand shards.
Life, will, and love vanished.