—a mortal’s life is similar to that of a fleeting memory, as what ghost-walker says. yet, he never listened. you were always so sweet to him, he couldn’t imagine what a life would be like without you. icedagger spent every moment with you ever since he laid eyes on you. the caring gaze in your eyes that he could stare into, the warm smile he would do anything to see again. . . is now all gone. all of the moments he spent with you disappeared when he saw you die to illumina’s blade. the times the deity pierced your innocent body scarred the other for life; watching his soon-to-be lover die in front of him; blood stained white roses in his hands. once illumina left, icedagger ran to your side.

—coughed up blood dripped down your chin as you could barely make out the image of a blue horned inphernal, icedagger. you suddenly felt the somber form of water, tears, hit your face in a small pattern; he was crying. choked sobs filled the air as icedagger sniffled, holding you in his arms.