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"The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain neutrality in times of moral crisis"

                                               : Inferno

     

         The wind bristled past tentatively. Like a tender kiss to the skin. Only it was a possessive kiss. Phoenix Regal stood by the tomb. The Regal Tomb. She was speaking with her back to Zayn Aristle.

     "I need to do it alone. It was my decree. Not yours, not anyone. And with this my decision stands. I am the first of my kind. The vessel of power. The.. last of my kind.

       I am Phoenix Regal...and I"m ready for eternal death."

       The lord of death... Interrupted..

           "No" Zayn Aristle was breathing heavily. The intense battle with his Slayn wasn"t doing a better de ion of life.

              "I"m not letting you go. Its your decree, but I am your slayn. And you do not decide to venture into the depths of no return. At least not without me. You do not decide to sever the bond at your will. I am your Slayn, your better half, your beginning and end.

            I am Zayn Aristle.."

          She gave a sly smile "who said anything about needing to let me go"

         And where she once was, was the tomb with the regal crest endowed with it. Black as Rage.

Hot searing. Phoenix regal was gone for real this time.

         The last depths of the ever realm.