Every effort was in vain. You were unsuccessful. You let them all down. What took place? You assured your friends and the city that you would never allow the demonic being to harm them. You now saw the once-yours metropolis burn to the ground and dissolve. You couldn't take your eyes off the scene. Your body is too wounded to express your discontent.

You felt a hand unexpectedly cover your eyes. Your nose was overwhelmed with a deep, familiar scent that belonged to the demon himself.

"You performed your best, shh. Now just let it go."

He spoke in a kinder, more subdued tone than usual. You despised it because your body felt useless to push him away.