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Damocles had managed to get a step or two closer to the pair before Lellouch's magic had brought the entire place down around them. Now he was hobbling over debris and tripping over his own two feet in the process. While he had managed to miraculously miss any rebar, he was sporting two long jagged gashes. One that spanned the length, diagonally across his chest, the other ran down his leg.

Moving the rubble was hard and Damocles found his strength failing him with each attempt to clear it from his husband. It was Alistair after all. Alistair was the one thing in his life that could absolutely, and completely destroy him. Alistair was his blind spot. His weakness. His breaking point. His hope. His dreams. His temptation. Alistair was the reason he was devotion incarnated. Alistair was life. Alistair was love.

Alistair was his everything.

He was the one Lance loved more then anyone in the world. And now, he was saying goodbye.

It was like Leto had said, many many years ago. It had been weird that they, Devotion and Temptation had been awoken together, but it was also perfectly balanced. And it was. Alistair would be their rage, their fury. Lance would be their calm and serenity. Alistair was calm and level headed (most of the time), Lance was the stubborn foul. Alistair, while small, was mighty. Lance, was the opposite of that. Tall, yet gentle. They mirrored each other in every way possible, yet in that same way they were both each other's complete opposite. It wouldn't be a stretch, for anyone who knew them, to assume that with out one, the other could not live.

And you know what? It was probably true.

Damocles would have followed Tantalus anywhere. In life, or in death. Damocles would probably follow him into hell if that was were they were meant to be.

So he knelt next to Tantalus, scooping the body up, he brushed Tantalus' hair out of his face. "I'm here..." He promised, placing his hand over Tantalus' and squeezing it. He leaned down and kissed the other's forehead as tears ran down his cheeks. "Why are you talking you idiot.." Again Damocles squeeze the hand, his thumb brushing over the small, crown shaped wedding ring. He smiled weakly, touching their foreheads together. "I know... Go to sleep... I'll be here when you wake up." The blonde promised. "I love you Alistair." And for a moment, Damocles wondered if Tantalus had heard him.

But then the hand dropped and Damocles cried. The noise rising and echoing off the rubble around them. He once again pulled the body close as he cried. Lellouch had accomplished what she'd set out to do. His world was destroyed. He had lost everyone. His parents, a brother, a sister. Quinn, Gabriel, Clarisse, Desmond, Avacyn, Arilee. All were gone. He had just about lost every member of his family. Only three remained. Lellouch and the Twins.

His heart ached when he thought of the twins. When he thought about how he had never met them. And now... Now he realized he never would. He would never see the life that Alistair had brought into this world. They would grow up with no memories of him at all, and only the slightest, vaguest memories of their mothers and father. Now Damocles realized just how cruel to them he had been. Even if it was unintentional. "I'm sorry." He said, nuzzling against brown hair. "I'm sorry I never went with you to meet them. I'm sorry I avoided them so much... You must have hated me for that. I know how much you loved them." How much everyone loved them. "Can you ever forgive me??" He asked. Damocles wouldn't get a response. He knew that.

He accepted that.

"You said this wasn't going to be a suicide run." His voice cracked. "Why couldn't we just go to England." It would have been so much easier. Yes, it was the cowardly thing to do. But they would have had more time. Even if it was just a little while. There was still so much more he had wanted to do with Alistair.

He wouldn't get to do that though.

He wanted to die. He wanted his sister to come back and finish the job. But no matter how hard he wished, the corrupt wouldn't show up. In the end, Damocles realized that she was still toying with him. At least for now anyway. For however long that lasted. He knew she was there though. Damocles could feel her on the very edge of his senses. Not close enough for him to see her, but close enough that Lellouch could keep tabs on the weakening prince.

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He wasn't sure how long that lasted, he had drifted off he realized, painfully aware that he had regained consciousness and wasn't, in fact, dead.

Suddenly, maybe even thankfully, his word turned white, and all Damocles felt was an incredible pain. His chest felt like it was on fire. Out of habit, he looked down, but the only thing he found was his husband laying against him. Turning his head just the slightest bit, Damocles found his sister behind him, her hand reaching into his back.

"I'm sorry." He choked out. "I'm sorry that I couldn't help you. That I hurt you. That we hurt you. Whatever it was, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you." Lellouch just blinked at him slowly. " You've killed us all.. But I have one question... Why crush my seed. Why not his?" He asked. "Crushing your seed means you are bound to hurt him for a life time. It was like I told him earlier. I wanted you to hurt in the worst way possible. And the only way to do that is to make him suffer for an eternity because of you."

Oh, he thought. That did make sense. She always did like toying with them. What better way to ******** them both over, then the way they least expected it.

Lellouch squeezed the seed some, not much but it was enough to get him moving. Damocles body lurched for a moment before swaying. To those who had been around however, they might have been surprised to see Lellouch actually catch the body. She set the body back, so that it reclined against a slap of stone and brick that had fallen just behind them. Next, she set Tantalus next to him. The blonde stared at the pair. It looked natural for them. Or so she thought. They were always curled together. "Consider this my wedding gift." She said quietly.

Maybe Damocles bled out from his wounds, maybe Lellouch did what she set out to do and destroyed his seed while he was in his grief stricken state. Not many would know. Just the one corrupt.

Tantalus may very well indeed end up spending a thousand life times looking for Damocles. And, just maybe, no matter how much he looked, it could have been that his devotion would never be there. While they may never be together again in life again, perhaps the two of them could take solace in being together in death till the end of time. Only time would tell what became of them. If you asked the raven, all she said was nevermore.