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Nothing lasts forever
He didn't know if the words were supposed to help or torture him more, but Rouge couldn't stop hearing it.
Nothing lasts forever
It was foolish for him to think otherwise. He knew humans wouldn't last as long as he did… but he had hope.
2,100 years of loneliness. Just him and the gods that decided to attach to him.
Then the witches changed him. Though he left them, Rouge found his darling baby boy not long after.
Nothing lasts forever… Father, help.
The thought of Soren made him clench his fists even harder. One hand holding the blood-soaked sword, the other holding the dismembered head of his son.
Rouge released his iron grip and fell to his knees, sobs shaking his small frame.
He didn't know how long he cried. His wails echoed throughout the valley.
Slowly coming back to himself, he felt weak. His body was drained. Vision blurry… hair longer than it had been in millenia.
Another sob echoed through the valley as he scrambled for his sword. Grabbing a chunk of hair, he tried cutting it.
Rouge imbued the blade with each element, screaming as his hair wouldn't fucking break
“I'm not alone. Not again. I'm not alone.”
He chanted, but he knew it was true.
Voices of gods long gone used to be his companion. Not anymore.
Nothing lasts forever.
Except for him, apparently.
“It's just us again, Belial.”
His oldest voice whispered, just as broken as Rouge.
“Yes, yes it is, Asmo.”