[Meanwhile, the real Mephisto was in too much of a state of shock at first to register Amaimon's voice. The familiar sights and sounds of a place he never wanted to see again -- of the place where he finally realized his powerlessness in this world, and the shocking revelation that he may, in fact, be entirely mortal now.]
[But the memory doesn't stop there. A figure seemingly steps right through Amaimon to reach out to Mephisto, cupping his cheek and brushing away the "tears". Only then does Mephisto fall free from whatever it holding him in place, all but falling into Reign's arms.]
[At this point, the real Mephisto turns around, eyes wide as he realizes only too late just what Amaimon is about to see.]
[He wants to run over and cover his eyes. Amaimon didn't need to see this. He didn't deserve to see this -- to see just what this world has done to him. But... he can't move. In the back of his mind, that overwhelming sense of dread that kept them under their kidnappers control was still there, as if revived from being thrown back into the thick of things.]
[And so the scene carries on. Mephisto visibly healing in Reign's arms -- only for things to suddenly become much worse, as Mephisto tries to stand only to choke up a mouthful of blood. The blood runs from his eyes, from his lips, from his nose-- and his hands, as he holds them up to look at, quickly begin to blister and redden as the skin starts to necrotize.]
[It's something Amaimon would have seen his siblings go through countless times. But not Mephisto-- not Samael, the king of time, whose bodies lasted far longer than the others, and who would never allow them to see him in this state in the first place.]
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[But the memory doesn't stop there. A figure seemingly steps right through Amaimon to reach out to Mephisto, cupping his cheek and brushing away the "tears". Only then does Mephisto fall free from whatever it holding him in place, all but falling into Reign's arms.]
[At this point, the real Mephisto turns around, eyes wide as he realizes only too late just what Amaimon is about to see.]
[He wants to run over and cover his eyes. Amaimon didn't need to see this. He didn't deserve to see this -- to see just what this world has done to him. But... he can't move. In the back of his mind, that overwhelming sense of dread that kept them under their kidnappers control was still there, as if revived from being thrown back into the thick of things.]
[And so the scene carries on. Mephisto visibly healing in Reign's arms -- only for things to suddenly become much worse, as Mephisto tries to stand only to choke up a mouthful of blood. The blood runs from his eyes, from his lips, from his nose-- and his hands, as he holds them up to look at, quickly begin to blister and redden as the skin starts to necrotize.]
[It's something Amaimon would have seen his siblings go through countless times. But not Mephisto-- not Samael, the king of time, whose bodies lasted far longer than the others, and who would never allow them to see him in this state in the first place.]