[ Even if Mephisto himself didn't wake or respond, it was as if the human host understood the time was up. Reign's eyes widened as he watched the blood soak the bandages at an alarming rate, startled out of his wits when there was a sudden poof of smoke over Mephisto's chest.
With a detached kind of morbid curiosity, Reign stared at the strange heart-shape clock, realising in horror that it symbolised Mephisto's lifespan and heart itself. Time itself seemed to slow as the clock hand ticked, and then stopped, before it crumbled as if turning into ash and nothingness. Reign's heart seemed to have stopped as well, the air as if sucked from his lungs, making it hard to breathe.
He tried to cry, to rail at the unfairness in which Mephisto had to lose his life, but nothing came out. All Reign could do was sob soundlessly, fingers clenching around the bedsheet where Mephisto lay, head pressed to the bed. Then a heart-wrenching wail made it out of his throat, the pain of loss surging from his chest, like his heart was torn and gouged out.
Reign didn't know how long he cried, though he could sense the nurse murmuring words of condolences, nor did he care of the scene he was making. He was going to stay by Mephisto's bed until the staffs forced him to leave. It was the thought of his pet giraffe and the well-being of his friends who were still alive that finally convinced him to leave Mephisto's side. ]
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With a detached kind of morbid curiosity, Reign stared at the strange heart-shape clock, realising in horror that it symbolised Mephisto's lifespan and heart itself. Time itself seemed to slow as the clock hand ticked, and then stopped, before it crumbled as if turning into ash and nothingness. Reign's heart seemed to have stopped as well, the air as if sucked from his lungs, making it hard to breathe.
He tried to cry, to rail at the unfairness in which Mephisto had to lose his life, but nothing came out. All Reign could do was sob soundlessly, fingers clenching around the bedsheet where Mephisto lay, head pressed to the bed. Then a heart-wrenching wail made it out of his throat, the pain of loss surging from his chest, like his heart was torn and gouged out.
Reign didn't know how long he cried, though he could sense the nurse murmuring words of condolences, nor did he care of the scene he was making. He was going to stay by Mephisto's bed until the staffs forced him to leave. It was the thought of his pet giraffe and the well-being of his friends who were still alive that finally convinced him to leave Mephisto's side. ]