Conflicted (4)

(Daleyza...)

Samael slowly reaches his hand upward, as if lifting it toward the sky with a desperate look.

(... Is this the world that you've talked about...? Is this what you meant by destroying your own world?)

The pain in Samael's chest grows and he grits his teeth, trying to hold onto the pain and catching his breath.

(... I guess... becoming a King for almost two hundred years... It is satisfying but...)

The image of Daleyza appeared in his head and he slowly forms a small smile.

(Daleyza, if you're looking at me right now... I apologize deeply that I can't save you from that time... And for not understanding you... I'm sorry.)

He slowly closes his eyelids, as if accepting his death.

(My time here is-)

His eyes went wide when a familiar face approached him, the eye that was held to different colors. So familiar that it shocked him.

"... H-how...?"