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It wasn’t the arrow that killed him
Or, at least, not the initial blow. It wasn’t supposed to- The Executioner was ordered to fire with the intent to force more words of anger and hatred from The Signless’ heart. The tip lodged itself perfectly between his ribs, piercing his lung through so it made breathing difficult, made blood pool into the injured organ. He would drown slowly in his own candy red curse. That would amuse the Purple Bloods far more than simply killing him.
He would drown… if his Disciple had been better restrained.
“If it comes down to it,” he had told her one night in their tent, after The Dolorosa and The Psiioniic had long drifted off to sleep, when they were alone and he held her in his arms, “if there’s anyway, I would like you to be the one to end my life.”
She pulled away from him at his startling statement, green eyes wide as saucers as they peered through the dark. “End your life? Signless I could nefur-“
“Darling, please. It’s my wish that you would be the one to kill me, as opposed to the Highbloods that would inevitably do so.” He told her gently, taking her hand as he sat up, “for I know you would have pity on me and do it quickly, while they would rather watch me suffer. You know they would. Disciple-“
She never agreed to it
But it was with a heart-shattering yowl that she tore her self free from her chains and the claws of those who held her back. Despite the blinding pain from the great clumps of hair ripped from her head in an attempt to pull her back, she threw herself at her love’s hanging form, Olive tears meeting mutant Red blood as she clung to him as if her life depended on it, one hand wrapping around the arrow sticking out of his side.
“I love you” she whispered desperately, words coming out between wracked sobs, face pressed into the crook of his neck and the claws of her free hand digging rivets down his back, “I love you more than the moons and all of the stars in space. I love you more than any troll has or will love another in all of the history of Alternia. I loved you in the life I had before this and I will love you in any life that might follow I’m sorry I’m so sorry.”
And in one movement with all the swiftness of a master huntress she ripped the arrow from his side and plunged it into his blood pusher, crying out as he let out a final pained gasp and the softest “thank you” he could manage with his last breath.
And as his body relaxed in death, The Sufferer’s Disciple pressed one final kiss to his bloody lips.
And all was quiet