The smell of volcanic gases and magma was so disgusting it would have overpowered a lesser man in his place. Not that he was a man anymore. What stood in front of the two regular humans was something far beyond human, both arms made of writhing, twisting black worms with pieces of shrapnel embedded in their masses.
He had been a man once, long ago, but he sold his soul and humanity to become something greater. An immeasurable amount of hate ruled his life ever since. And now that hate was burning more hotly then the lava beneath him.
Albert Wesker snarled and glared with blazing red and gold eyes at his former subordinate, former S.T.A.R.S Alpha Team Chris Redfield and his partner, the African woman. They both had their guns leveled at him but were lowering them just a bit. Seeing this opening, Wesker tried to rear his arms up to rend them to shreds-
-when the whole area gave a lurch and began to shake. Wesker lost his balance as the cooled lava he had been standing on cracked and he plunged into the burning pools of magma below. A scream of agony like no other erupted from his lips.
Never had he felt such pain, not when the Tyrant had nearly ripped him two by impaling him through his abdomen, not when he had been struck by Lisa Trevor across his mending chest, not when Alexia Ashford lit him aflame, and not when the monster once called Sergei Vladimir almost shredded his back open.
Uroboros writhed across his body, trying to heal its creator and give him the strength to kill his attackers but Wesker was barely conscious and his strength was fading fast.
He was vaguely aware of the sound of whirring blades and a shout from a familiar voice. Wesker opened his burning eyes with what little strength he had left. He saw the African woman being pulled up into a helicopter by his other former subordinate, Jill Valentine and Chris being pulled in as well after her. As he watched his hated enemy abscond with his life once again, his words from earlier rung through his mind.
"You're just another one of Umbrella's leftovers."
His hatred burned hotter then the liquid fire around him. He was not a leftover, he was a GOD!
And if he was going to die, he would take them with him!
"CHRIIIS!" The hated name of the man who had ruined his plans to remake the world in his image ripped itself from his mouth and both of his arms changed by Uroboros shot at the helicopter and grabbed its railing and began to reel it back in. His immeasurable hate fueled his strength and he knew- HE KNEW -he would not be denied this time.
A maniacal grin was on his face as he began to drag the copter back towards him, ready to share his pain with Chris and his partners tenfold. When suddenly he saw them by the copter's opened hatch, something propped on their shoulders. His enhanced eyes focused on them and widened when he saw they were rocket launchers.
Two rockets shot at him, and he could see it all happening in slow motion. The rockets shot past his surprised face and struck the lava behind him-
And the lava rained down on him like hellfire burying him under its depths consuming him utterly, burning Uroboros off of him. But he couldn't feel the pain anymore. Instead he could only hear laughter.
The laughter of James Marcus, his former teacher and the first man he had ever killed. Then another laugh joined. The voice of William Birkin, the only man he ever considered a friend, the man who had given him the means to transcend humanity. And that damn old man's laughter rising over it all, the one who had unknowingly pulled the strings that set the course of his entire life.
Wesker sunk into the darkness, the mocking laughter of his colleagues in his ears reminding him he was a failure like them. And he could taste the bitterness as he realized Chris was right.
He was just a leftover.
The laughter and pain faded and sweet darkness took him away from it all.