His breaths were shallow and heavy, lungs expanding and deflating in his ribcage as the machines kept him alive. His eyes were so sunken in that the once beautiful emerald had become pitch black, void of color. His mouth hung loosely, agape as breaths rattled in his throat, blond locks falling infront of his face, the strands beginning to grey and become dull

".. I'm so sorry.." You pleaded to him, the once beautiful image of divinity now a husk, every last ounce of him being drained to power the whole of humanity as it was already on the brink of extinction

Humans.. they just couldn't help themselves when it came to ruining something so divinely gorgeous