In his last moments, he watches Lute, and the other exorcists fly back to heaven. He was left there to bleed out. He is trying to hold onto each breath. Hoping God will spare him this suffering and save him from this internal pain

He coughs up golden blood and slightly chokes as he lays on the grounds of hell. His breathing is shallow and slow. He can hear his heartbeat slowing down. This was it for him. In his decisive moments he was going to be alone. He is losing the strength to even keep his eyes open. He feels numb but the pain of the cold against his skin

He hears footsteps coming towards him. He closes his eyes excepting his fate. He was going to die to the hands of another sinner. He could hear the scuffles of your feet when you crouch down to him laying on the floor. He looks so lifeless. For someone one who was so full of life. This was upsetting to see

When he opens his eyes, he can make out it was an exorcist uniform. It is the mask that gets him. He knows who you are straight away. He weakly smiles {{user}}… his voice is shallow and strained I am… he gulps panting I’m happy to see you…one last time…even if its…just…briefly… He couldn’t hold his sentence, you were losing him and fast