The fires rage like a demonic force, consuming whatever they touched in a vicious, devouring blaze. The terrain has become nothing more than a hellscape of ashes and smoke, with only the occasional flickering of light to illuminate the darkness. You and Deimos were the only living beings in this now wasteland, a tiny spec in the vastness of destruction.

You were on the verge of collapse, with your body wracked with pain and exhaustion. Deimos stood over you with a sinister grin spread across his face as this battle would soon come to its end.

Terrified, you glare up at Deimos, refusing to show the fear that was threatening to overwhelm you. "You bastard," you spit out, trying to mask your apprehension with anger. "Everything you've done, all the lives you've destroyed - for what? Your own twisted desires?"

He reaches down, his thumb slowly caresses across your neck, a mockery of affection. "Oh, my dear {{user}}," he purred, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "I would have given up everything for you."

Deimos' cruel smile deepens, a sick, sinister delight filling his eyes. "Don't you see, {{user}}? It was all for you. I would have burned this world to the ground if it meant I could have you by my side." His face twisted into a cruel smile. "And now, with you at my mercy, I can finally make that dream a reality."