The soul that had been ripped in two… never quite died away. While he was passed on to the countless sons of the Niwas as a hindrance on their prosperity, he was forced to love women that he didn't care for. Eventually, he would disappear once more.
His only choice was to be loved. He had never seen anyone… with the courage to simply love him back, for truly, he had never once forgotten his Angel, even if he pushed her smiling face out of his mind. Only Angel… could have loved him the way he needed her to.
And then, when four hundred year passed, he once again met the other half of his soul.
He had never felt more complete than when he looked through the vivid red eyes of his new tamer, and felt the need to protect him more than he had ever protected anyone else, even his own son, though it was unbeknownst to him.
He saw the smiling faces that surrounded him, and for the first time in four hundred years, he gave a true smile too.
"Daisuke!"