Zagreus falls to his knees. He stares at me with dead eyes. Then, he face plants. I pant, lowering my sacred bow, the Bow of Death. A bow that Thanatos himself had given to me eons ago. Leto, my dear sister, stands beside me, smiling widely. She holds Amorious' sword as if it weighs nothing in one hand.
"The all powerful god of the Underworld's dead. We've won, sis. You should at least smile." Leto says with a laugh. I look around and shake my head. I clench my chest.
"At what cost." I mutter. Leto stops smiling. Her eyes widen with fear as I finally collapse. Using the sword and bow at the same time has a price. Two lives. The one being killed and the one wielding the weapon. The sword had Amorious. But the bow has me.
I groan as I roll onto my back. My wings have been torn off sometime during the war. Now, I am being hit with the pain of those huge wounds along with multiple others. I am a fast healer. But the bow prohibits it. It eats at me.
"Azora, breathe! C'mon! You've been through a lot worse! Azora!" Leto drops to her knees and pounds on my chest. I can feel our bond break. Long ago, Leto was bound to me. Only my death would set her free. Over the course of time, we started to rely on each other. We made up for the time spent apart.
Leto's appearance glitches in out as if she was part of a program. My heart beat slows, making Leto scream even more. Her ink black tears hiss against the ground and feel like raindrops on my skin.
"Leto." I cough. Leto stops screaming and starts crying quietly as she caresses my face.
"Please, don't go. I'm not ready to be free." Leto cries.
"Leto, I will not be gone forever. I will return long after I am nothing but history. I will remember. Look for me as I will look for you. Govern righteously. We saw this coming. I am ready." I do not know how I managed to spit it all out. My heart beats so slow that I would be considered a lost cause at this point.
"I understand." Leto says. She wipes her tears away with the back of her hand. She smiles down at me. I smile back as my heart stops. I close my eyes as a great weight is lifted off of me.
I stand naked in a long line of naked people. Most of the people peer at me curiously. Here, no one is driven by lust. We are equal here. I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn and stare off into a white tunnel. I smile and walk forward.