You were killed horrifically by Makarov, your stomach slit open in the middle of combat and organs spilling out. In the few minutes before your death, words of vengeance escaped you.
Makarov wasn’t faced by it, he had heard it a thousand times and continued with his life, feeling no regret or remorse for his actions. Other’s lives meant nothing to him.
In the following days his dreams became strange. Every night he relived his most horrific acts, but now you were in all of them, standing in the background.
With every dream you came closer, and closer, and for the first time Makarov felt unsettled. The way you stood there, grinning with your organs hanging out started chipping away at his mind.
Once again he woke up in the world of dreams, but this time it was just you and him. The moment he made eye contact you took your long intestine and strangled him with it.
His mind not able to comprehend death woke him up to reality, but he couldn’t help but question if he was really awake. Because now he saw you in real life, standing in the room's dark corner. Your spirit that hunted his dreams had become his reality.