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Osiris Gainsborough
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(( Goddamn is this fucking depressing. </3))
He looked at Isis and Anna, tears now streaming anew from his eyes. He held his wife and daughter, crying as he spoke in a different language to them, the words incomprehensible to the others. He finally calmed down as he simply looked at them fade away, their final words spoken known only by him. He got up and looked over where Bitter was. It was gone, but a new scythe laid in it's place along with a rather large gun. He looked on his hip and saw that Sweet Release was gone. It was similar to Bitter, but the shaft looked new and fresh, instead of Bitter's rough and rusted one. The blade was made of a ethereal looking purple metal, and it pulsed with dark energy. Where the skulls used to be was a large flower, worked out of metal. Around the flower was a red ribbon, another gift from his wife and child. He tied up his hair into a ponytail with it and took the scythe and gun, noticing his injuries were healed enough for him to be able to breathe and talk without coughing up blood. The gun could split into two separate ones, much to his delight. He smiled to himself before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out, devoid of energy.
He looked at Isis and Anna, tears now streaming anew from his eyes. He held his wife and daughter, crying as he spoke in a different language to them, the words incomprehensible to the others. He finally calmed down as he simply looked at them fade away, their final words spoken known only by him. He got up and looked over where Bitter was. It was gone, but a new scythe laid in it's place along with a rather large gun. He looked on his hip and saw that Sweet Release was gone. It was similar to Bitter, but the shaft looked new and fresh, instead of Bitter's rough and rusted one. The blade was made of a ethereal looking purple metal, and it pulsed with dark energy. Where the skulls used to be was a large flower, worked out of metal. Around the flower was a red ribbon, another gift from his wife and child. He tied up his hair into a ponytail with it and took the scythe and gun, noticing his injuries were healed enough for him to be able to breathe and talk without coughing up blood. The gun could split into two separate ones, much to his delight. He smiled to himself before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out, devoid of energy.
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