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After successfully getting out of his depressive slump, along with help from the multiple grave-site visits-- Luther finally has his life back on track! Still struggling with the alcoholism due to Nyon's tragic death, he is currently seated upon his bedrooms lavish rug, (on the floor if that wasnt clear enough for some of you autists) with a bottle of Jack Daniels sobbing his little heart out over how his "Soulmate" died because of him. So, like the disgusting necrophile Luther is: he decides to take a nightly stroll down to Nyon's fateful burial site, for the last time. (hopefully)
Stumbling and wandering around aimlessly like the drunken ditz that he, as of right now, is-- Luther eventually stumbles across the freshly vandalized and dug up dirt pile that, now you cant even call it a grave at this point its just a 6 foot shittly dug hole with a corpse in it. But Luther ignores the authors comment and goes fist first into the mound of dirt.
Like the first time he did it, he pried open that bitch with his bare-ass hands and stares in disbelief at Nyon.
Jesus Christ, at this point Nyon's just a mummified skeleton, but oh no that doesn't stop our dear.. dear.. dear Luther from sloppily kissing the heap of bones. Directly after doing so, he remembers how his sweet catmen had died and the water works start right back up again.
Oh fucking wonderful.
The body is literally ridden with bugs and parasites, but again that doesn't stop him from taking off all of his (rather expensive) rings and taking a handful of those motherfuckers, shoving them down his gullet and swallowing it mid breakdown.
"I kan't go on vizzout you, please Nyon chust kome back to me, I kant do it I- *burp* Oh god.. I miss you so much, darlingkt.. Vhy- nein HOV kould you leafe your master to life out his days missingkt you I kan;t..... *hic* Im nichzzingkt vizzout you-*hic* Dear.. I-" Luther sobbed out his ramblings as he caressed Nyon's skeletal remains with his drool and snot covered greasy ass hands.
He goes back in for one more handful of maggots and worms, before he could do so, his stomach made a rather grotesque sounding rumble that caused him to release everything he previously ingested onto the corpse. Defiling it. Again.
But- Luther was too drunk to care, as he continued to shove bugs into his mouth and curl up next to his dead servants corpse, petting and smoothing his hand over the deep crevasses of Nyon's decayed face.