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Richter hated Aster.
Naïve, human. Impulsive. But…insistent.
Before he knew it, Richter depended on his straightforward confidence even as he scoffed at it.
More and more, Richter smiled. Worried. Protected. Loved.
Until he failed to protect him, and Aster was extinguished in an instant, face unsmiling, courage useless. Body limp, unresponsive in Richter's arms. By the hand of the very demon they had hoped to revive.
Richter would sacrifice all of humanity, his very soul, to undo it.
Aster would hate this.
But Richter would avenge him.
Richter's death was no obstacle.
His soul, useless in this lacking world.