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Names whispered in the dark as the pall of despair hangs heavy. Lips brush the stone sitting molten in his palm. Glyphs of gold flash catastrophic as its magic is invoked for the final time.
Fandaniel blinks, disoriented by the sudden summon and blinded by its incandescence.
"What is the meaning of--!"
Snarled words are silenced by the crush of the Warrior of Light's mouth against his.
"Tell me," gasps Altruoix, in between the press of their bodies and the dancing of their tongues. Fandaniel tastes sickly sweet, like a fairground treat. Like a disease.
"What right does man have to exist, when the ancients lie dead? What makes him more worthy?"
" Nothing ." Snarled back, as Fandaniel struggles mightily in his grasp. " Everything falls, everything dies--"
Altruoix's smile is pained. Wicked. He lets go of Fandaniel, who crumples to the floor.
"Then you know why I've called you."
You are death, and only in death shall you serve.
"You." Fandaniel's hand reaches for Altruoix's. Leather caresses skin so gently. His fingers trace the outline of the stone still in the Warrior's palm.
"O, cruel fate!" He cackles, as he teases the meaning from the pieces. "To live, to die, to live once more only to kill… "
"We are not fit to inherit this Star." Altruoix says. His voice rises, near hysterical with finality, "And so we all shall Perish."