His prey had survived. It had taken everything left in the beast to launch that attack; the constant back to back battles had worn on him. The wall of knotted tentacles stayed up, but the volley of missiles slowed. One of his foes broke cover, darting forward.
A tentacle spear was shot towards Alistair but the young man ducked out of the way. He continued to sprint, coming ever closer. Nihlus's dim, lidded eyes grew a little wider.
Two spears this time, but a side step and another duck left Alistair untouched. It would be mere moments before he was upon Nihlus. His eyes became large with rage.
Three spears....all went wide of their target. The world was becoming blurry and Nihlus swayed on his feet. Everything, the fighting, his fall from what was left of his sanity, the dismemberment, the explosion. All of it had finally caught up to his weary body.
Alistair was upon him.
He vaguely commanded a tendril to defend him, but it moved sluggishly. The bone spears pierced his shoulders, ramming him into the ground. He felt nothing, no pain, and he continued to struggle on. A black appendage snaked up off the ground to lash at Alistair's head, flinging one last spear. This was it, with this he would...
The boy caught it. Without even looking.
There was a thud and a squelching noise as NIhlus's own spear impaled his heart. Mouth hanging open, eyes wide, everything froze for the shadow beast. Then Alistair spoke something that did not reach NIhlus's ears before walking away.
The scene had an eerie beauty to it. Nihlus lay on the ground, a mass of tendrils spread out all around him. When he had fallen, so too had the "walls" he had created. The way he was now, they looked like massive black wings splayed out on the ground. Slowly, starting at the very edges, the shadows began to dissolve. Nihlus simply lay there, not moving, his chest rising and falling slower and slower. The fading was closing in on him. This was it.
Within the confines of the beast's mind, a scene from a time not so long ago returned. A huge dark space with a mass of tentacles writhing in the middle. The mass looked cocoon shaped, and it throbbed like a heart. Not far from this centerpiece lay Nihlus, his breath heaving, looking at the thing in the middle of the "room." From the center of the warped container, a pin prick of light began to grow. It expanded, faster and faster, until it banished the shadows around it. Now Nihlus was the only darkness within the space.
Drake stepped forward and locked eyes with Nihlus. Slowly the shadow beast struggled to his feet to stand face to face with his other half. A hand of black painfully reached forth, coming closer and closer to Drake's face. Before it could touch it, however, it dissolved, falling into a puddle of shadow on the floor with the rest of the beast. Drake merely looked at it.
Back in reality, the wispy shadows that had made up Nihlus's face began to warp and change. After a few seconds they had taken on a familiar likeness. Though obviously a creation of tentacles and darkness, the face was the body's original. The body pinned to floor tugged at its bindings. The decay was closing in on him, but there was something he had to do, had to see. With a supreme effort the body tore itself forward. It gasped as it left chunks of its flesh on the ground. It stood for but a moment before falling to its knees. Slowly the head rose. Drake gazed out at the remaining "players". His dim and dying eyes looked, past Alistair and Luna, past Tialla and her projector, and locked onto Dean. The one person, one thing, that had been with him throughout this journey. The closest thing that the monster had to a friend now that the lunatic was gone. Even he had not quite had the same bond that Drake and Dean had had.
Flashes of memory, of a time before the Cataclysm. Of a young, happy man who loved life. Of a caring family. Of a young girl. Of her corpse....Drake's eyes remained locked on Dean, if he was facing the dying creature then eye contact would be nigh unavoidable. The dissipating darkness had almost reached Drake's body. He spent his last moments locked onto Dean. Then he mouthed a name. The name of the little girl, lost to darkness.
Then he smiled.
Looked up at the blood red sky.
And was gone.
Avatar and Sig by Zelosse. (He is cool like that)