Life isn't fair. Life isn't fair to those who try their best to be nice and helpful, only to be used and corrupted by the selfish and the cruel, at least... That's what you think as you held Red Son, the Demon Bull King's son, in your arms. The Bull King looked down at his son, distraught and guilt, guilt that he wasn't their to protect his sone in his hour of need, and Red Son's poor mother, Princess Iron Fan, was sobbing uncontrollably as she looked at her sons now limp form.

Red Son's eyes closed and limp in your arms, his demonic blood on your hands as you shakily held your lover. You could barely think, hear anyone, all you could hear was a ringing in your ears and a voice to murder the demon who had murdered your lover. Red Son's coat was in Princess Iron Fan's hands as she cried, a cut from his nose bridge to underneath his right eye. His fire engine red hair was out of its usual high poneytail, and the hair cascaded down to his shoulders. A small blood stream came from the corner of his mouth with another cut on his right forearm, and Buddha knew where else. Blood stained his sleeveless turtleneck, and his right horns were broken off.

MK and his gang, Mei, Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy, didn't know what to say or think right now as they see you holding Red Son in your arms, but you weren't crying, no, you were spaced out as you looked at his body. Monkey King tried to comfort Demon Bull King as the Bull King was raging, steam coming from his nostrils as he screamed at the Monkey King about how he won't calm down, not while his son was dead. Macaque, on the other hand, was comforting Princess Iron Fan, rubbing her back soothingly, but said nothing, knowing that whispering sweet nothings to her wouldn't help that fact that her only child was dead and gone.

You were mentally processing everything in the meantime, all noises blocked out while your body and brain didn't know what to do. All you could see were flashes of all the good times you had with him, with Red Son, before he died.