Ammon's breathing intensified while he slept. Sadly, it was not a peaceful or undisturbed sleep, but one filled with horrors only he could possibly imagine, horrors that would soon plague the earth if something was not done to prevent it soon. All the while, Yami sat there, but his side, listening to his heavy breathing and waiting for him to awaken, even though he knew that Ammon himself would never see the light of day again. It was becoming increasingly apparent that Ammon was losing himself to the darkness within his soul. His cold skin had lost what little heat it retained and its color as well.
It was difficult for Yami to admit, but Ammon was dying.
Soon, he'd lose a third person he loved with all his heart.
Anubis gazed up at the moon through a large hole in the stone ceiling. The moon was beginning to fall and soon the day would be upon them. He closed his eyes, allowing the events to wash over his mind like the incoming tide. There was no resistance anymore. It had all…vanished. Runihura was dead. Set's soul now dwelled within Ammon. Khentimentiu and Khalid would never relinquish their loyalty to Osiris. Anubis could no longer consider himself sided with the light after housing Osiris inside of him. Yami…
Everything had taken a turn for the worse and it was impossible to repair now. Anubis couldn't bear the thought of living in a world ruled by Osiris. He wouldn't allow that monster to take his mind and his body again.
Anubis slowly opened his morose gray eyes. If the world was to be cast into the dark abyss, he wasn't going to be a part of it.
The wooden bowl that was often used to collect the blood of sacrifice victims lay at the base of the stone altar in the center of the room. The bowl itself was six inches thick and at least three feet in diameter. He picked up the bowl in his hands and smashed it on the floor, gathering up the largest and sharpest piece of wood in the piles. It had a perfect point. It would all be over with one powerful thrust; he would no longer have to live in a world where he was the only one with a mind of his own.
Anubis swallowed the lump in his throat and held the point to his chest with unsteady hands. He drew the wooden weapon back. Sweat seeped into his eyes. His dead heart raced. His adrenaline rushed. After a full five minutes of stalling, he jammed the stake into his own heart, twisting and shoving it into place. A weak gasp of pain erupted from his throat. Blood poured from the wound and covered the floor and the wooden splinters. His vision blurred; his eyes became completely white. Anubis' hands fell to his sides. His knees buckled, sending him toppling to the ground. He landed directly on top of the suicide weapon, pushing it further into his chest cavity. Within seconds, his entire world went black and he never laid eyes on the mortal world again.
And Ammon suddenly began crying.