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The older teen moved his way through the rain weakly. His eyes drooping tremendously and his wet blond hair stuck to his face. His steps were slow and his breath was ragged. He held himself up with his hand against the wall in the alley. Despite how tired, exhausted, and half dead he was he kept moving until he finally collapsed on the ground. He could stand up but he moved against the wall to where he was leaning against it.

He couldn’t help the slight smile on his face. After all these years, after all this torture with Dante, he had finally done it, he had finally killed Hohenhiem. Now he saw nothing in life and even if he did, nothing could keep him alive. There was no red stones for him. No one to create them. So he was stuck in his first original form. He may have hated the form but he was stuck in it. Now all that was left was to die.....And he welcomed it with a smile. He stared at the wall across from him for a few minutes until it began to grow dark. “I’ll may meet you in the after life.....father.” He said quietly and morbidly before blacking out completely.