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As the diamond blade pierced his heart, Fluixon knew he would soon succumb to death.
Golden apples could do absolutely nothing to save him from this fate.
He was basically as good as gone, just like Saps had wanted.
He fell to the floor of the colosseum, staining the dusty floor with crimson. He locked his gaze onto Saps, who had tears in his eyes as he held him close.
"Oh my dear Saparata, why are you crying? Wasn't this your goal? To restore your name and kill me?" Fluixon whispered.
Tears streamed down Saparata's cheek as he sobbed.
Fluixon shakily reached out to Saparata with his prosthetic arm, wiping a tear off Saparata's face. And a bittersweet smile on his face.
"I'm sorry it had to end this way."
He soon closes his eyes and accepts his fate, drifting to the unknown that awaits him.
So long, Fluixon de Aculon. You were only seen as the malicious villain who framed their best friend. Not the broken, bruised human child you grew up as.
Fluixon was slain by saparata.