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Makoto came to his senses and briefly wished he never did.

"Um..."

The exhaustion.

The suffocating, almost maddening exhaustion was weighing on his being like several tons, putting a dull pressure that was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He wanted to scream out or something but even that was way too taxing because he was crippled inside and out and he knew the reason why...

The battle...

Makoto remembered the battle, the ungodly battle he fought against that freak of nature, his lookalike who was possibly the strongest persona user ever.

He walked into the battle with scars and walked out with more scars and an exhausted soul.

But...

Makoto also woke up in familiar arms and he wondered who was cradling him so comfortably, soothing some of his fatigue. There was only one answer but Makoto was a little afraid and way too much ashamed to accept it.

"Ugh," he felt two hands running over his shoulders and head, softly, drawing out a sigh from the blue haired fool.

"..."

Makoto shook his head and opened his eyes slowly, straining to do so because even something as simple as working his eye muscles and willing his soul to co-operate was exceedingly difficult after the fallen messiah put his hands on him.

When he finally managed to open his eyes, he glanced up and cringed-

Red hair and eyes.

"H-Hamu..." Makoto widened his eyes and by some miracle, despite being fatigued to the point of never before, pushed himself away from her embrace and his lower lip started quivering. He hung his head in shame because the person across from him was the the only but also the last person he wanted to face right now.

In the endless void of white, she was there along with him.

"Makoto..." Hamuko said softly, smiling a little.

Makoto didn't smile back and just kept his head low, ashamed to even look her in the eye. There was one harsh truth and that was that he came back empty handed, without the head of the entity who had killed her which meant he had failed to avenge like he had promised and like she had wanted-

"I-I'm sorry," Makoto whimpered, voice cracking with every word, straining to even speak but he had to get those words. He looked up briefly and saw her already crawling towards him, slowly and then quickly looked back down, wincing some more. "So sorry..."

Hamuko shook her head and came a stop next to him-

"Look at me..." she whispered.

"I failed to avenge-"

Hamuko cupped one side of his face and forced him to look up, running her thumb over the corner of his eye to remove the the single tear glistering at the side.

"You..." Makoto finished and gritted his teeth, almost falling over due to the fatigue but Hamuko stopped his fall by putting a hand to his chest. She tilted her head and kept looking at him, waiting for him to pour his heart out some more.

"..."

"What good am I?"

"..."

"I'm so ashamed..."

"I'm so sorry..."

"I'm sorry, Hamuko..."

"I..."

Hamuko silenced him by putting a finger on his lip, seeing more tears glistering in his eyes. She studied his face and resisted the urge to wince herself. Why on earth was HE apologizing?

"Do you see a wound on me, Makoto?" Hamuko asked softly and Makoto hung his head again. "Look at me, Makoto..."

"..."

"I said, look at me," Hamuko ordered and much like always, Makoto listened and looked up, giving out deep breaths.

"Are you going to hit me?" Makoto bit his lip.

"Do you see a wound on me?" she asked.

"I deserve it!" Makoto added.

"Stop..."

"I'm worthless. I killed myself over and over again and I couldn't even do anything-"

"I said stop!" Hamuko finally shouted and Makoto shut his eyes to block the flood of tears.

"I-I'm sorry..." Makoto broke down. "Why am I even here? I deserve to burn in hell-"

Hamuko sighed and sat up on her knees, hovering over him, remembering that Makoto had promised to rain a world of hurt on anyone whoever dared to put a finger on her, claiming he was good for only that and nothing else. She smiled and wrapped her arms his head, hugging him close to her chest, lacing her fingers into his dark blue hair.

"It's alright..." Hamuko whispered, resting her chin on top of his blue head. "Calm down..."

Makoto couldn't find the strength to push himself away and sighed again, his scarred soul calming down as she held him close. He rested his head against her shoulder and slumped, short breaths escaping his mouth as he tried to fight back the vision of the battle and his failure-

"You did a fine job avenging me," Hamuko said softly, repeating the words of the fallen messiah earlier.

Makoto widened his eyes, his last moments in the world where he was held by the fallen messiah, broken and defeated, flashing before his eyes.

"Sssh..." Hamuko snapped him out of the torture by stroking the back of his head, causing a certain warmth to run his soul-

"I'm proud of you," Hamuko continued.

"I-I swear, I fought just to give you peace... I had nothing else left..." Makoto replied. "I was dead the moment you passed away..."

Hamuko winced, tightening the hold around him. "Thank you..."

Makoto breathed out.

"Thank you, Makoto," Hamuko whispered into his ear.

"..."

"I should be the one saying sorry," Hamuko was the one apologizing this time, remembering what she had done to him. Spat in his face, beat him to near death and then tossed him into the trash without a second thought and despite that, he came back and avenged her with his back against the wall and the Universe against him. "I was already in debt, a debt I could never repay and you did this..." she chuckled.

"But I..."

"I hold your oath unbroken and fulfilled," Hamuko said, pulling his face up to give him a warm smile with no hint of pain or force. She was genuinely happy with the closure he brought her and Makoto knew she was not faking it as she pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "I am at peace, Makoto. Thank you."

Makoto stopped biting on his lower lip and breathed out once again.

"I'm... glad I met you," Hamuko said softly. "You brought me peace... You make me happy... enough said."

The fatigue was still there, plaguing his soul but the hearing that his oath was fulfilled brought him peace, something he desperately wanted after the nightmare he went through.

Makoto gave a small smile and hugged her again, tightly, something he wanted to do ever since the horrible nightmare began. He clung onto her tightly and Hamuko did the same, with the intention of never letting go, no matter what.

The two stayed there for a long time with not a sound to disturb them as they kept holding onto each other, apologizing and making new promises in the endless void of white.

Eventually, Hamuko pulled back and stood up, rubbing her eyes and helping him up. "Let me help you..."

Makoto managed to stand up with some difficulty and help from Hamuko, stumbling but managing to stay upright. He looked around and wondered something.

"Where are we...?"

There were no trees.

No fairies.

Or cuddly animals.

There was only white. Nothing else.

"Do you think this is heaven?" Hamuko asked.

"I don't know..." Makoto replied.

Hamuko clasped her hand and gave it a squeeze, looking up at him with a smile. "It is to me..."

Makoto chuckled and looked down, giving a squeeze back. "Same here..."

"I love you..." Hamuko said, putting another hand on top of his.

"I love you too..." Makoto replied, clasping both of her hands and putting his forehead against her.

"Thank you," the two in unison and hugged again, breaking apart briefly and holding hands again. Makoto kissed her forehead and the two started walking, hand in hand.

Walking.

Walking.

Walking.

Laughing.

Then disappearing into the light, together.

...

I blinked when the recurring vision came to end. This was happening a lot lately, most likely to the entity inside me still had a connect to Makoto's soul. "God, hopefully they don't start screwing each other now..."

Last thing I want to be is a cuck...

A larger number of screams and helpless cries echoed in unison, putting a smile on my face. Seems like it is time...

"Finally..."

I looked up at the moon, Nyx, as she descended from the skies to annihilated all life, bringing forth countless numbers of shadows to put an end to humanity.

"Hm..."

The world was in chaos, screams of terror and feverish praying going off everywhere as the shadows were mauling and draining the life of whoever was close to him, taking down every man, woman and child they could see and nobody offered any sort of resistance.

All they did was pray, pray as he died with their wishes unfulfilled, perishing under unimaginable amounts of torment.

Just like me...

The shadows were running wild, numbered in billions and hell, everyone was there. Even some new ones I didn't see before.

But...

"Heh..."

No shadow, from the tiniest Maya to the mighty Giants, even came close to the building that I had claimed as my own. No one dared came within a mile of structure as I sat on the top, casually rocking my legs and humming as the fall was underway.

I blew the fringe out of my eye to get a better look.

This was always something I wanted to see.

The end of the world.

The fall.

An event I had prevented countless times, in foolish resistance for such a long time...

"So many years..."

"So many decades..."

"So many centuries..."

I breathed out, the broken memories coming back to him and flashing before my eyes, all the time I spent with my so called friends, all the warm memories and the unforgettable times, the promises we made to each other and the life and death moments we shared.

Fuck em.

They meant nothing to me now...

"Save us!"

"Please help!"

I shook my head, briefly glancing at Azathoth and my compendium at my side. "Nah..." I decided to stay put, swiping my hair back and watching the hell unfolding before me.

Ah, the screams are a thrill.

Reminds me of myself at the end of my journey, alone against Nyx so I could seal her stupid ass and save his... world of filth and shit.

Oh, the voices are starting again. What was the count again?

"..."

Here we go!

"Fallen messiah..."

"Piece of shit..."

"Fallen from grace..."

"Failure..."

I chuckled.

"Worthless..."

"Weakling..."

"EAT SHIT!"

"GO KILL YOURSELF!"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!

I can recognize a few of them. Hamuko, Tatsuya, Naoya, Maya... Who else is there? Ah yes. Margaret and the other fools from the miserable room. All of them are yelling into my psyche, being sore losers because... none of them are going to anything about now because I have taken down every last one of their hopes, all of their so called saviors.

Keep crying bitches. Showed you.

Everyone of them were dead, from Hamuko, the wild card and the messiah to Tatsuya the old savior and at the end, even the Dark God fell before me and I alone came out of this... this 2 year old long war as the victor and the only survivor.

As the last persona user.

The slayer of Gods.

But most importantly...

"I haven't lost my touch at all.."

Hahahaha...

True to what I said at the very beginning of this mission, I had dammed everything and everyone I ever loved to give myself peace. I killed my friends, Elizabeth, Igor, every persona user from the past and next generation, all for MY sake.

My salvation.

"I made it..."

Tch, why is my voice cracking?

Got to control this...

"I dammed everyone I ever loved for my sake," I announced, to the screeching sore losers.

"Because..."

There was no way in hell I was going to fail saving myself when I killed myself over and over to save a ball of dirt for so many centuries.

My psyche is still damaged.

My body is still marred with hideous wounds.

The voices are still haunting me and the layers of grief and hatred were still there. A number of shouts are telling him to go and kill myself as I have brought the ultimate end.

But...

I placed a hand on my chest.

My heart is blackened. It is ice cold. I don't feel anything anymore. The only semblance of positive emotion is in regards to Makoto, other than that. I have a heart made out of steel and ice and yet...

For the first time in decades, my heart is at peace, beating normally like it did during the first few cycles.

"I proved something to myself..."

Itchy.

Burning.

Escaping...

No...

Got to-

Control-

This-

I...

A single stray tear escaped my working eye. Ugh. Fuck this.

I wiped it off and glanced at the little drop.

So this is all huh...?

After killing myself over and over again, fighting through veterans and Gods, clinging onto life with only thought of my so called, hypothetical salvation as my motivation, THIS is my relief?

A single drop of tear?

I really am fucked up.

"Hehehehe..."

But this is who I am now.

Peace and love... None of that is in my DNA now.

I will forever remain like this.

These demons will not go.

These voices will not stop haunting.

But...

They don't hurt me as much anymore.

I proved something to myself.

I am still a messiah.

This long and painful journey... There were times I was seconds away from giving up but I held on, clung on because I had faith in myself.

I have forgotten all my idols and heroes in the previous cycles. Don't remember any of them. There was only one thing left, that was my status as a messiah. In life and death battles, I kept repeating the word over and over again because I believed and I KNEW. I am an asshole and the world is cruel but... Failing to save myself when I killed myself for people who don't even know me... That thought alone is painful.

That was not going to happen.

I am not a toy, made just to save the world from Armageddon.

I am Minato Arisato.

The one and only messiah. I don't give a fuck about what they say now, call me a grim reaper, call me Satan or anything else you losers want. To a stone cold bastard like me, my opinion is all that matters and the moment I defeated Nyarlathotep, I solidified myself as the savior.

"SAVE US!"

Now, they finally understand. They are begging, pleading, yelling. All of them are looking at me because they know who I am.

"Too late now..."

I screamed too.

I kept screaming for centuries.

Nobody came for me.

I shrugged.

Nyx is so close to earth now and I don't feel a thing. Hopefully that bitch is crying inside of he red light district, even her shadows will not harm me because her son is my bitch now.

Go on Nyx, kill everyone.

Everyone but me.

So I can laugh at you.

I am laughing at you.

I am laughing at all the Gods, the fates, the so called saviors. I have annihilated everyone of them and I stand alone, the only survivor of this catastrophic war, the final war between Philemon and Nyarlathotep.

This is the end.

"SAVE. US!"

To be honest...

Even IF by some stupid miracle and change of heart, I wanted to...

I couldn't...

I'm so tired right now...

I've never been this tired...

This brings back memories... Like the first time I sealed Nyx and a relief washed over me, this tiredness is what I felt back then... Several centuries ago.

I cradled the compendium and opened it up, flipping over the pages and smiling at my friends, my companions. My personas were the only friends I had through all of this and if not for them... I would have gone insane...

"Thank you,"

I whispered and closed the book, kissing the tome and holding it close to my chest. I closed my eye and laid down next to my blade, Azatoth, and the personas inside howled, their praises echoing inside my psyche.

"Hehehe..."

Their voices are soothing me more than ever. I don't care for companionship or love anymore.

Cheers to Makoto though, he is definitely happy. Good kid, brought the fight to me and...

...

He gave me hope too.

Reminded me to keep fighting.

To think a 17 year old brat would inspire... okay, not inspire but give some hope to someone like me.

Whatever.

I hugged the tome closer to my chest and finally closed my single eye.

This is what I have been waiting for so long...

Slumber...

The slumber I wanted ever since I sealed Nyx for the first time but it never came.

...

It is here now...

I am looking forward to sleeping for once...

I am Minato Arisato.

I fell from grace.

But I made it back up...

All alone.

I was my idol.

I was my motivation.

I was my own messiah at the end.

And now...

I am going to rest. My soul and body are crying and cursing me to stop and now I can afford it because my heart is at peace...

Farewell...

SMASH!

Ah...

Judgement Link Broken.

Worth it...

So, so worth...

...

"It..."

...

"Long live the messiah..."


There we go. To be honest, the first part was not in my outline when I started writing this but... I also did not expect the bloodlust fans to keep reading this... and they still are. So, this is like a thank you? Also, since some of them have not read fallen messiah, I had to keep them invested in the final chapter so after discussing with a few people, we got the ending for bloodlust too.

I dunno what to call this. Is it happy? depressing? bitter sweet? I literally have no idea. Makoto is probably never going to be the same again because like Minato said, nobody is the same after he puts his hands on them but he is up there with Hamuko.

Minato... well, his situation is fucked up... yet he seems at peace.

What would you call this ending?

I usually wait for reviews but I couldn't handle waiting for long. I wanted to complete one fic this year.

Anyway, this is the end of this crossover. Man, to think I wrote 70k words just for fallen messiah fans but eh, I said it before, I've been helping my family business since I was a kid so I love customer opinions, especially those I see almost everyday.

I also thank the bloodlust fans for sticking by this horrible ride. Don't worry, I'll make it up later on. :P

Thank you reading this. Really, means a lot. A big thank you to everyone (special shout to Wes80 for making the briliant covers, I don't think Minato did a good enough job praising you, well done) your opinions means a lot.

Hopefully you enjoyed this. God bless and before I end this, here is a message from Minato.

Minato : I did say I was going to kill all of you but... fuck it, I've grown to care!

You all are goofs but you are goofs I grew to love so... to make you englitened beings, I will...

Give you the kiss of the messiah... Just close your eyes, maaaaaaaaan!

Even the dudes. None of you better run or else I will kill you!

Okay.

*blows kisses*

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*SMASH!*

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Someone call the fucking ambulance for Minato's sake!

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Later guys!