Seelin nodded, pleased with himself; just one last thing, and he would
be finished.

He trapped them both in time � they would relive, infinitely many times,
the last five minutes � for all eternity, there they would stay, two
soulless lovers, living forever in the purest pain imaginable

�And now, you are mine!� came Makali�s pleased words.

No one would ever own his soul. Giving his mace to Vorsias, he bowed
before the fallen angel. Seelin was done with his life; all he had
wanted was revenge, which now he had � he was ready.

As the cold, spiked steel connected to his head, no cry left Seelin�s
lips.


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Glacian, in the year 383 AF.