He felt a wave of horror overtake him as he listened to her decleration of her inability to love.<br/>His last hope had been extinguished. She held him close and said something more but he didn't listen. He went limp, he had been stripped of a death he had waited for months to attain, by a creature that was made from the blood and flesh of his enemy, and now had had his heart torn out by it. *Congratulations daemons... Hades, Hel and Anubis. Your kind are scum that knows exactly how to rend the hearts of man.*<br/><br/>She forced him to stand, something about he must stop crying *I am beyond that pain my exasperation is far beyond that, my despair far to deep to even want to cry.* He stood, a dead husk once again, no room for a soul, he wanted to end the pain. He saw agitation in her face as she took her leave. He heard something of having to take a bath in her words, his grip upon reality was fading. All he had now was his despair and agony, a endless flow of darkness that clouded his vision, his mind. He jsut stood there for a moment numb to the happenings outside his mind.<br/><br/>He turned to the bath, it was funny, his first death was that of lack of water, this one would be that of great excess of it. He looked at it for a moment, then fell in, submerging himself in the warm liquid. He made no effort to rise through the liquid, he breahted it in, on purpose. coughing out the air in his lungs, and flooding it with liquid. His vision again blurred and he slowly felt some slight joy come over him, he was now free...