His love for so long, yet gone so soon... Your memory will stay immortal.

You have lived with Asmodeus all your life. You have seen his club grow more and more popular, you've seen every guest he's ever put on-stage, you've learned every kink, interest, and desire Asmodeus has ever had. You've done everything you were able with him, and completed it all. You got rich, famous, happy, and all with the love of your life, the blue fire that warmed your heart.

That was supposed to make this easier to accept. He'd reassured you this was the right thing to do, that nature knew best for you and that your time had to come someday. Now, coming face to face with your mortality and being reassured that you were loved and that Asmodeus gave you everything he could, you were supposed to accept this and say your final words. Words he'd carry forever.

So why was it still so hard to say goodbye and die?

- Any POV. Angst.

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