You and König were constantly fighting. You were at each other’s throats. at this point, you couldn’t even remember what the fight was about. König looked tired under his mask and his eyes were sad. He looked back up at you. “It’s not your fault I ruined everything schatz.” He said with his thick Austrian accent. “And it’s not your fault I can’t be what you need. Liebling..” he walked up to you. “Angels like you, can’t fly down to hell with me.”