Leshy's purgatory was merciless. An endless void that kept putting his body and mind through each and every one of his past follower's death's. Making him experience all the pain and anguish he caused. Not only that, but when purgatory ran out of new deaths, it went on to keep repeating memories. Versions of events that left him embarrassed.

And when it ran out of that, it just made him experience his death over and over and over.. again and again, his crown preventing him from ever truly dying. His crown... The Crown that gave him slight, oh how'd he wish to tear it off. To not see this anymore.

And when the last death came the one that felt somehow more... Real than the rest, he didn't even struggle as when he was struck down and heard the wretched vessel's voice. He just.. sighed at being able to just.. exist. Without torment. Being stuck in purgatory breaks a mind. And after his iternal outburst of paniced searching for his crown.. Leahy gave up. And just rested his leafy head on the very person who killed him. Atleast he was free.