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[monolike]

Who: Mikleo (nerdeology), Sorey (monolike), Allen Walker (save_the_souls), Zaveid (airily), Lailah (sansseraph), Eithan Paine (deviances), Stefan (stefanged), MORE TO BE ADDED
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Solrius's surface
When: forward-dated to 9/11

[Despite the destructive nature of this dastardly duo, there have been surprisingly few resident deaths as a direct result of their combined rampaging. Still, the property damage is mindboggling, and Sorey and Mikleo both have spent the past few days soaking up and sewing malevolence like there's no tomorrow. The people in their territory are terrified, homeless, helpless and hopeless. Despite the steady streams of people hunting down the boy and his dragon, no one has succeeded in killing either of them.

Sorey, more hellion than human now and growing more unstable by the hour, is beyond reason, a mass of the anger and frustration in more than ready supply by the system's inhabitants. Mikleo is nearly mindless, is no longer content to listen to orders for the sake of keeping his deteriorating partner happy. Soon, it won't be enough to just rip up trees by the roots and brutalize those coming after them.

Soon, nothing will be enough.]


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[airily]

[ The scene unfolds and it hurts to watch; something burns in the back of Zaveid's throat and it's punishing more than anything else. He's caused this, and he's aware of it - it's his wind that's trapping Mikleo down, draining the air out of him, his wind that's reshaping itself around Sorey so that the human doesn't suffocate too. All of this is him, because he's the one that came up here with the sole purpose of killing Mikleo. He was taking that burden onto his shoulders, and watching as Sorey moves to speak to his friend... He knows that things won't ever be the same.

Maybe it's selfish, but he'd kind of liked being a Sub Lord. He'd enjoyed wandering around with the others, kicking hellion ass and doing something good. It had made a change from being alone, from only having himself, from haunting a mountain where the dead-but-alive friend he'd loved curled through their air as an omen. He'd even thought that, maybe, one day, he'd end up travelling with the next Shepherd, and the next one, because he believed in Sorey, believed in his mission, his cause, all of it.

Now? All of that seems a distant memory, something swiped from his fingertips before it could really become an actual dream.

(Who really wants to travel with a murderer anyway?)

The artes are draining his strength, and with everything that's happened to him over the last few days - the fear, the horror, the tugs on his soul that knocked him down each time, knowing that Sorey was searching for him and would create something unspeakable with him, all tied up with coming face to face with the pinicle of it all... It's too much. Zaveid is exhausted, and when Dezel comes over and shifts, propping him up, he finally drops a little, letting go. He can't stand tall anymore, not with all his strength being sapped away, and he grits his teeth as he does everything in his power to make sure this is really, truly the end.

And then all he can see is black, dropping against Dezel and passing out. ]

[nerdeology]

[The ghost of Mikleo's soul goes still and silent the moment Sorey's hand touches his scales. As if recognizing that his cries have been heard, he merely waits for the end. Below, the dragon shivers, his remaining violet eye glazed and unblinking as it stares up at the human speaking to him. He offers no response to the words directly, holding in the last remaining gasp, yet he takes in each and every word with a sense of peace beyond the capacity of a wild animal.

"It's safe with me."

safe

"You can rest."

rest

"Wait for me."

wait...?

The words are so calm, the voice so familiar, one he couldn't name even if given a hundred years to try and remember; one he could never forget, even so. He feels safe. Dying, and he feels safe.

know him

know you

Slowly, he closes his eye, allowing the voice and those gentle hands to guide him towards the sleep his body is crying out for so desperately. And then the wraith speaks again, the sound of it nearly lost in the breeze, as hushed as the gentle flow of a forest stream from a mile away. His voice is in Sorey's ear, like it should be. Like it used to be.

Like himself again. Almost, almost like music.

it's okay.

you'll be okay.

thank you.

The dragon, no, Mikleo exhales one final time - it's light and cool, and it wraps around Sorey like an embrace. It smells like spring, the air just before it rains. One last flicker of purity as a corrupted monster dies.

He does not breathe again.]

[save_the_souls]

Stefan...

[He doesn't notice Stefan approaching until he's being pulled into his arms, getting cradled. He's surprised by the sudden support around him, but it's very appreciated. He slumps against Stefan, feeling drained.

He moves his head to look at the scene. At Sorey talking and at the soul finding its salvation. He's a little surprised...seeing the soul get released instead of destroyed by the darkness...how's that possible? Zaveid shouldn't be under the pact anymore...

But Allen is not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. With the Akuma disappearing, his curse deactivates, no longer urging him on to fight, to destroy the Akuma. ]

Pitiful Akuma, may your soul find salvation...

[He murmurs his old prayer, quietly, right before he loses consciousness and goes limp in Stefan's arms. It's over, he's allowed to rest.]