After She Closed her Eyes
A final gasp - "I'm sorry."
He nods.
The exact concept of "sorry" still escapes him, but it is rather pleasing to know that the Louse acknowledges her wrongdoing.
Finally.
He examines her, the remote in her cold, still hand, her last breaths escaping her body and grins.
Did they really think something as pathetic as that would kill him?
He begins to leave, then reconsiders
It just wouldn't be the same without the Louse...
He had gotten used to her company all those years ago and considering he had lost her once, he was loath to lose her again when she had so conveniently come back to him...
"777 Tools of the Daemon World! Evil Portal!"
The tremors begin, but he pays them no mind as he lifts his Louse into his arms and flies into the portal.
The explosion occurs behind him, leaving a humongous crater in what was once a pleasant plaza and miles away, humans cheer, glad for what they believe to be a victory.
He leaves the humans as his portal closes behind him and he carefully takes his Louse to their carefully concealed once-office, that is now located in the Daemon World and sits her on the couch.
She's still breathing, if just barely, and her heart beats out an uneven staccato, but he knows daemons that have had far less to work with before...
After all, it's not as if the transformation from human to daemon will take very long, but it must take place while she lives for it to work successfully and if she dies, all of this would be for nothing.
A part of himself can't believe he almost left her behind...considering all the great effort and hard work, he's done (all for her sake!) these past three years.
The fact was that her rejection, all those years ago had hurt him more than he liked to say but in the end, he must admit that the Louse truly does deserve the great honor he's giving her.
Especially since she's evolved quite nicely during the past few years. He knew that all she needed was some motivation.
Killing her family and friends and destroying the world slowly bit by bit had worked quite nicely.
Such a waste, of course, the mysteries wasted, but there would be more.
There would always be more.
He cuts her open and begins the process and moves away, sitting on his executive's chair at the desk and waits.
It shouldn't take too long. As he recalls, it only took three years for his un-death from a human to a daemon to be complete, why should it take the evolved Louse very long?
He could wait.
He was good at waiting (if he wanted to).
The louse's body jerks to and fro on the old musty couch as her body and mind is enveloped by a dark miasma that slowly changes her from human to daemon.
He slowly considers what the Louse will be like when she awakens.
She'll have the same appetite no doubt and being the force that she is, she'll be powerful (not as powerful as he is, but enough to be able to stand at his side)
He rather hopes that she won't be a puzzle daemon like he is, that would complicate things to no end.
He'd end up having to kill her if she turned out like that. What a waste that would be.
But he has a feeling it won't be like that. Everything happens for a reason after all.
And this is the way things were meant to be.
Why else would he have been drawn to the Louse all those years ago?