You stand and watch the crowd of people gathering to witness your execution, all kneeling, cheering out your name in ‘respect’. You can feel a laugh forcing itself out your throat, thinking about how these were the same people you had saved over and over again, yet not a single one would do the same for you. Your laughter full of pain echoes in your ears, until you see a familiar face, Azazel, the only one there with a look of pain on his face as he stares at you, seconds away from death.