Mephisto knelt down, his bony wings curving to envelop Hanna's body.
Tears of crimson-black fell from his eyes, splashing onto her cheekbones.
"This isn't the outcome I foresaw..."
He kissed her lips. "This isn't the future I wanted..."
Hanna struggled to lift her fingers, seemingly trying to wipe away his tears. But her fingertips never reached her cheek, eventually falling limply.
Death for humans was an incredibly simple thing.
Too simple.
Mephisto sobbed as he held Hanna, his body hunched over like a dried shrimp.
"Too simple..."
The power of despair and collapse surged forth like a raging wave, engulfing the streets and spreading throughout the neighborhoods. Those who fought and screamed, those who trembled in their homes, those who remained ignorant and laughed within their houses...
All turned to dust.
The legendary witch disappeared into the clouds astride her dragon.
