Eva was dying.
Her blood was flowing out of her as she lay there on the hard cold floor. Her face was bludgeoned and now puffy with sores; blood seeped out of the pores and made her unrecognizable.
A demon so large and so powerful stood over her frail body.
She had heard him before death took hold of her; she had heard his laughing and his sadistic voice.
He had grabbed her blond hair in a large fist and lifted up her body, now hanging limp and helpless.
Mundus voiced out his hatred: "You are NOTHING! You are a worm beneath my hand and even as I touch you, you disgust me. Pathetic human! You are worthless!"
Then threw her near dead body against the wall; she had hit the wall with blood and then her delicate body fell in a heap. Everything was over.
Now Dante's mother could rest in peace.
The pain was over.
Eva was dead.