The sound the rouge had made was unmistakable- a horrid scream of pain that came from his raspy throat, a strangled cry alien to the ears of those who knew his existence.
His feet no longer seemed to support him as several long, slender blades had pierced his chest- the claws of a demon, protruding from his back as they impaled him straight through. His jaw had fallen open as if there was an empty look of pain on his features after his scream had died out. His ears were pinned back, his hands grasping the wrist of the demon that had all but slain him.
"I'm sorry, Princess."
Kei fell upon his knees when released, his mind vaguely remembering the cackling of the demon who showed no remorse for the action of course. Choking sounds came from his throat as he rested in a crumpled heap on the floor, his chest heaving as blood soaked his clothes, the heavy crimson liquid spilling out into a pool around him. Fuck. He thought. It had been a long time since his last death, and this one proved to be worse.
He heard the sound of a woman's voice who rushed over, though they were echoes in his head. Next thing he knew there was a familiar figure overhead, the sensation of tears falling. Why cry for me? Kei vacantly thought in his head.
His trembling slowly ceased, the heavy rising and falling of his chest becoming less and less until it was gone. His head lay limp in the woman's lap as his vision blurred.
Time passed following the incident- Years. Scars to the story linger still faintly, yet the woman has long since gone.