A/N: Okay, I know this one looks short, but I drabbled it to help me get out of a slump. It's also a variation of the events that we know transpire after Episode Forty-Two, and yet, I couldn't help myself. I had the thought that what if Scar showed up after Wrath killed Lust and just then started to realize how he felt about her? I tinkered and tried to use some more "elaborate" description, so I hope you like this!

Dedication: To those that have been encouraging me for whatever reason these last couple of weeks. Y'all are awesome!

Immortality

He walked into the seemingly abandoned building, caution in his steps as he felt something pull and wrench his heart. Death was lingering here, and it was so close he could almost taste it. He almost felt afraid of what he could find, dreading a terrible visage of someone he knew strewn about in pieces on the ground. Mentally, he cringed, fighting back the grotesque images with a familiar scowl. Yes, he may have killed many in his time, and brutally, at that, but the thought of even imagining a loved one dead stung him like mad. He couldn't bear such agony - ever.

His steps echoed along the walls, hollow and empty as he carefully examined his surroundings. Even though the place appeared empty and cold, he couldn't deny feeling something awful in the pit of his stomach, warning him for what he was about to see. It was as if a tiny flesh eating creature was deep inside him, gnawing away at him until he gave in and screamed out to God for his misery to end. It was there, and he was about to give in.

As he rounded a large stack of crates, most likely containing leftover research materials, he saw a mass of what looked to be crushed raven silk spilling out onto the floor. But once he came into full view, he stopped and felt his heart sink lower than it did when his brother died in front of him.

"Don't be... please..." he muttered, cautiously - shakily walking towards the frighteningly still body lying before him. She looked even paler than when he first saw her in the library, skin a ghostly shade of white, and eyes completely lifeless. Her ebony hair lay in a crumpled heap, nothing more than a mess of what looked like black snakes to the untrained eye. After kneeling beside her, he gingerly reached out to brush through the strands, pushing them away from her face to confirm his worst suspicions.

Just when he had started to accept her, this happened, and the deep slash wound over her neck and shoulder proved it. It was a bloody, messy gash, stretching from her raven hairline to her shoulder blade, deep and still slightly fresh. With shaking hands, he touched the wound, feeling her still barely warm blood cover his fingers. It was a bitter, yet gentle sensation, touching her when he hadn't ever been able to since he encountered her. His faith and accusations against her had kept him from doing so, but now he could, and this made him smile genuinely, tears welling in the red iris'.

The tender touch stirred something inside him, compelling him to take her in his arms to cradle as he wished he could have in his younger days. Without looking again to make certain that he was alone with his forbidden Sin, he slipped his arms around her slender frame and held her to his heart, crying silent, yet deafening tears. She was so soft as he knew she would be, melting against him and falling perfectly into place in his embrace, her long black hair like something of a sinful veil to shade her emotionless eyes. The perfection that was her imitated body was as close to flawless as he could imagine, features gentle, but beautiful in every sense of the term, enthralling him - seducing him into falling in love with her yet again.

She was so easy to love and fawn over, boasting the body of a goddess and the voice of a soothing winter faery. It was no wonder he was entranced by her all those years ago. And even in death, she was still the loveliest woman he had ever seen, despite not being a true human like she so desired. And why did she want to be human? Perhaps to be with him or unravel her hidden emotions from years past? He couldn't be certain, but he knew deep down that in the end she had achieved the goal she sought after so ardently.

By dying she realized that she could be human, and remained with him as an immortal, living on in his memory to never die nor fade from time.

A/N: Ah, the tragedy - the angst - the sap. Did you like it? Review. Didn't like it? Don't flame. Thanks for your time!

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