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Two lovers are reunited at the end of all worlds.
So entrenched in despair that he had condemned all to nonexistence, so convinced that he was bound to carry out the kismet written in that accursed book of prophecy, that even the realization that all that had set him on this path had been a lie had not been enough to sway him from his terrible work.
Only now has it begun to lift, now when it must be the end of him, or else the end of all. But it is his responsibility; he was not the mere pawn of fate, helpless to do anything but carry out a prophecy not of his making. Rather, he was the one who chose to make it real, to turn his broken heart into a weapon, total and indiscriminate. So he must be the one to dismantle it.
She has only recently remembered herself. A thread of irrational guilt flutters through her; if only she had not lost her memory, or had recovered it sooner, then perhaps she could have found him, dissuaded him from starting all this in the first place. But these are meaningless thoughts; she did not, she could not, and what happened, happened. It’s not guilt that drives her decision to sacrifice herself, and despite so little time with her memory restored, she has no regrets for that decision.
They exchange their vows as reality itself trembles, straining under the pull of the void. It’s not much of a ceremony, but it’s enough. For the two of them, it would always be enough. For all of reality, all worlds that had been sacrificed to the void, it is enough.
The void recedes, and vanishes.
They vanish too, sacrifice complete.
But somewhere, out there, they have found happiness together.