They Both Die At The End Fanart Novels & Stories

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer

At last, everything is over. The End

Kandreah closed his eyes, and a tear drop slipped out of his eye before he exhaled his last breath. Both of their faces appeared peaceful yet with sad expressions as they passed away. They looked completely identical. Only difference is that Kandreah’s lips were still smeared with Thersar’s blood. Ominous silence wrapped around Sanguineabyss.

Just purpose. **The End.**

And they had zero regrets. **The End.**

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

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She stepped closer. He pressed her forehead to his. For a moment, everything else fell away. No system. No war. No past. Just them. Breathing the same air. Standing in the same impossible place. “We end this,” she said. His breath hitched. “Then we end it together.” --- The Trigger They moved as one. Her hand over his. His over hers. Two lives. One choice. OPTION B – HARD WIPE / GLOBAL NULL Accepted. --- The Collapse The system screamed.

“Let’s keep this energy going!” Someone else was dragged into the circle. The sound of feet scuffing the ground snapped me back to the moment. A fist flew. A grunt. A cry. Someone slammed into the border and turned to ash before they could even scream. Another gone. Just like that. People were dying faster than I could breathe. It felt like hours but eventually, after too many lives faded into ash, the Game Master cleared his throat dramatically and clapped his hands once. “And that,” he announced, voice brimming with satisfaction, “concludes the Game for today! Players, please step forward for final count.”

All to have the throne and feed the sin that is long been drowning the entire world within it. “Happy birthday, Clay.” With the song that ended and where his smile is the greatest surprise and the wish that she hopes and that was fulfilled. She greeted them once more and where he replied. “Thank you, Rain.” Ending with that tone and very warmth of them in sync and same beating heart and feelings for each other. The Angel of death tightly holds on unto its scythe as it raises it and strikes with its princess shadow that falls unto the ground with the headless face in return.